Suzanne Collins tells us that The Hunger Games trilogy was inspired by twin causes in her life: the pain of living while her father fought in the Vietnam War, and the Classical story of Theseus and the Minotaur, which resonated deeply with her psyche. This makes sense. My first impression, however, was I was reading an episode of the TV reality series Survivor, cross-bred with Golding’s Lord of the Flies.
Hey! Not too bad a read. Robert J. Sawyer penned the first part of his WWW trilogy, WWW:Wake, as a few separate pieces in Analog, and then, I’m supposing, filled in the blanks.
The book centers around networking and its relationshipo to sentience. The plot follows three stories, connected only by this thread. Continue reading WWW: Wake, by Robert J. Sawyer [Book Review]
Lois McMaster Bujold is perennially a Hugo, Nebula, or Locus nominee, and I finally decided to see what all the fuss was about. So, I spent the latter half of 2010 locating, and reading, each novel of her Vorkosigan series. Many of the titles aren’t readily available, even in the larger chain bookstores, but are becoming rather ubiquitous as Omnibus sets–usually two or three of her novels, and perhaps a novella or short story, in a single binding. I must say, it’s a large chunk of book to haul around, if you read at lunch, or on breaks. LibraryThing.com records Miles in Love as nine inches tall, and weighing over two pounds (some “fan”atic took rather seriously the task of *weighing* Bujold’s novels). I sat on the sofa and read the three constituent stories over the weekend. Continue reading Miles in Love (Book Review)
I read Frank Herbert’s Dune perhaps twenty years ago during a long hot Sacramento summer. I worked at Toys -R- Us, a 3 mile walk from my grandmother’s house, where I was living, as I enjoyed the bargain of low (okay, nonexistent) rent, and a mediocre job in the retail industry. Despite the hundred degree days (and intolerably bad traffic), I walked to work every day. I didn’t savor being hit by a motorist careening through the Arden district. It took 45 minutes to an hour, and I often walked home, through East Sacramento, in the dark at 10 or 11 PM to return home. Whenever possible, I had a book in my hand: this was where I learned to walk and read. Peripheral vision is my only physical gift from the gods, and I’ve used passionately it ever since. I’ve finished dozens of novels walking to-and-from work, or to classes. Dune was my first walking-and-reading adventure. Continue reading Dune (Book Review)
Those who have been following Roger Zelazny’s Amber chronicles will be aware now that Oberon (apart from being King of the Fairies in Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream) is the father of the gaggle of backstabbing miscreants that comprise the Amberites. Oberon of Amber bears no resemblance to his Shakespearean namesake. In fact, following the course of the first four novels of the Amber series, Oberon has been missing (presumably kidnapped by nefarious so-and-sos). Continue reading The Hand of Oberon (Book Review)