Hey look, it’s season three.
Once upon a time, science-fictions fans referred to themselves as Slans. Now it seems a bit much.
Another book that tried to explain why everything feels wrong now-a-days.
Good sci-fi is hard to pull off, and as the technology improves, it is getting increasingly harder.
Oh look, I actually liked one
Try as I might, horror just doesn’t work for me.
People always talk about the great American Novel. But what about the Great American Epic Poem?
Intelligence is communal. I asked around, and apparently this makes sense.
What even is sci-fi?
Without it being a comment on the book itself, I have no idea why I read this.