Yesterday I ran the roads on errands for work, a true oddity. It gave time to listen to the Radio War Nerd that has David Forbes talking about fascism in science fiction. That episode alone is worth subscribing for. I could have listened to Forbes and Dolan talking sci fi forever. If only his book The Old Iron Dream wasn’t just an ebook… it’s probably not worth regretting nearly every Heinlein book I could get my hands on in my youth, because it didn’t do too much lasting damage. I was ignorant of what a right-wing, racist reactionary Niven is, so it’s just as well that I never got around to Ringworld, a series a dead friend adored. It’s now hilarious to see what Lucifer’s Hammer really is, as a high school English teacher I detested tried pushing it on me. (I thought it no more than an asteroid disaster novel.)

There’s a new Valeria Luiselli book, Tell Me How It Ends. Essays on immigrations. I want ut,

I gave Rachel Kushner and The Flamethrowers a pass for reasons I don’t recall- probably her being American. Her blurb for Communism for Kids has me reconsidering:

“Communism for Kids is in fact for everyone, an inspired and necessary book especially now, a moment when people feel that we are on the verge of the destruction of the world, and without any new world to hope for, or believe in. Have two hundred years of capitalism brought us freedom? Or just more inequality than has ever been experienced by humans on earth? Global capitalism is not human destiny, it merely is. To think beyond it, with the help of Adamczak’s primer, is to take a first step toward freedom, at least the freedom to imagine other worlds.”

The Tribe of Black Ulysses. I forgot about this book. Black labor movement in Bogalusa, Louisiana. It feels that I stumbled onto it before, freaked out, and then promptly went off on another tangent.

Heiltsuk village in British Columbia on Triquet Island is now pushed back in date to 13,613 to 14,086 years ago.

Early Americas girl ‘Naia’ may have been young mother. Oh yeah! Naia. 13,000 years old. Fell into the Hoyo Negro aka the Black Hole in the Mexican Yucatan. There was early speculation that her ancestors came to the Americas via a Southern route.

2 White House Officials Helped Give Nunes Intelligence Reports. This Russian conspiracy stories are not going to save us, but this shit is pretty entertaining. Seeing people throw around “obstruction of justice” is some pretty ironic shit, because that’s one of the two things that Hillary was almost certainly guilty of (with perjury being the other.) Yes, yes, please run with the cover-up, not the crime trope. That works. With Flynn offering testimony for immunity and Trump urging him to go with that, this bonfire should go very well indeed.

 

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  1. I read the first part of Lucifer’s Hammer when it came out; I was in ninth grade and looking for any excuse to avoid doing my homework. As I dimly recall, the book had a lot of ballyhoo at the time, and I was very into the book’s buildup of the catastrophe. After the earth got whacked, it all seemed anticlimactic and I put it aside.

    Related: I never connected with Heinlein because his prose was so leaden (something you could say about just about all of the early sci-fi writers). Now I realize that they were writing about more than rocketships, but even as a squirt (their real targeted audience) I thought it was pretty creaky. I never was a Trekkie. The English sci-fi (UFO, Thunderbirds, Space: 1999) was more silly but also more interesting. That said, god bless Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury for their enjoyable, more earthbound efforts.

    I don’t know how to classify Lost In Space. It’s more than science fiction.

    1. All that Golden Age sci-fi I devoured early on. I picked some up from my mother. Her dad picked up pulp sci-fi from sailors on ships he was working on in Port of New Orleans and dumped off on her because it was a free source of books. They couldn’t afford much. I read some of Clarke and Bradbury she held onto. She turned me onto the young adult Heinlein. I didn’t know any better on leaden prose. The rest I picked up from mass markets on spinner racks a the library. Most were ratty and held together by a ton of scotch tape. Those were short story collections. It’s still hard to figure out who the authors were. Pohl and Simak for sure.

      Asimov never interested me. A few stories and books are lodged in there, but which ones? It’s impossible to tell. Later on, Foundation’s Edge for sure, but it was over my head at the time. This was around same time I was reading Robert Anton Wilson.

      Star Trek. Watched the shit out of those on B&W tv, then color, in ’80s. Oddly, I’d already watched more Doctor Who (mostly Baker and Davison) on PBS at that point.

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