Berserkers And Other Stories

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In his foreword to Keith Laumer’s Future Imperfect, Joel Rosenberg* praised Laumer and the other authors who may not have won any awards, but nonetheless did a good job of delivering entertaining stories of great adventure starring determined heroes. They often created characters and concepts that long outlived them – in Laumer’s case, the two-fisted diplomat Jame Retief and the solidly loyal cybertanks known as the Bolo Combat Units.

Fred Saberhagen was one of those authors. Long before James T. Kirk and the crew of the Enterprise faced down The Doomsday Machine, Fred began the saga of the Berserkers, self-replicating space fortresses designed to eradicate all life in the galaxy, with the stories “Without A Thought” and “Goodlife” in 1963. As the series expanded to nine novels and five anthologies (not counting six omnibuses of previously collected stories) covering the centuries-long war of humanity and its alien allies against the implacable death machines, there’s not as much plot continuity as there is in most other series, but that’s okay – this is a series that can be picked up and enjoyed pretty much anywhere along the line. I personally recommend the first collection, Berserker, which includes all of the early stories from the 1960s, and the collaborative novel Berserker Base, which is essentially a fix-up novel combining stories by Connie Willis, Poul Anderson, Larry Niven, Roger Zelazny and others with interstitial material by Saberhagen that pulls it all together.

Saberhagen’s other great contribution to the field is Empire of the East, a tale of a future earth where technology is forgotten, magic rules, and the peasant Duncan’s quest for the legendary Elephant may determine whether or not the West’s ember of resistance to the evil Empire will flicker out or explode into an all-consuming flame. Despite the plot summary, this isn’t actually a fantasy, as you’ll see. Originally published in three parts as The Broken Lands, The Black Mountains, and Changeling Earth (also known as Ardneh’s World), the book gave rise to a later series set in the same world, the Books of the Swords. These are available on Kindle (see The First Book of Swords) but apparently have severe typos and punctuation errors; you might be better off with the hardback omnibus The Complete Book of Swords.

In addition to these, Saberhagen also had a series of vampire novels told from Dracula’s point of view, and about a dozen other novels that didn’t fit into any of these series; one of them, Love Conquers All, describes an America in which social mores have become inverted, mere romance and affection outlawed, and sex made mandatory. I remember being rather shocked by it when it originally saw print in the late lamented Galaxy back in 1974, but it seems almost prescient now.

On my “must buy and read” list is Roy Griffis’ The Big Bang, which has been described elsewhere as “Red Dawn with Chinese and Jihadis”. There’s a prequel, “The Fire This Time”, at Liberty Island, and an excerpt at National Review Online, of all places. Looks very promising.

Finally, on the off chance that you don’t read The International Lord of Hate’s blog but enjoy giving wedgies to the SJW crowd, Sad Puppies 3 is underway, spearheaded this year by new inductee to the Evil League of Evil Brad Torgerson. Want to cut right to the chase and see how the wedgies are administered? Look no further. However, you should read all of Brad’s Sad Puppies posts anyway, just like you should be reading Milo Yiannopoulos on #GamerGate. It’s all part of the culture war, and we’re all soldiers. Fortunately, we can win this one from the comfort of our computer desks and La-Z-Boys. 🙂


*No mean wordsmith in his own right, mind you.


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Quick Hits

–by Wombat-socho


Noticed this in passing: the extremely weird fantasy novel by Mary Gentle, Grunts, is available for $1.99 on the Kindle. For those unfamiliar with it, Grunts is about a bunch of orcs about to lose the Last Battle against the forces of Good, despite having the numerical, strategic and tactical advantages…until they find some strange weapons from another world in a dragon’s hoard. As one commenter at Amazon remarked, these orcs are more like the fungoid brawlers from Warhammer 40K than Tolkien’s bog-standard humanoid minions of evil, but it’s still a fun read.


A related freebie: Saruman of Many Devices, in which Saruman the White looks into the palantir of Isengard and finds Center (from Drake & Stirling’s Raj Whitehall novels) looking back. Amusing crossing of the streams.


What I Read On My Christmas Vacation

— by Wombat-socho


It’s been a few weeks since I did a book post, so I’ll try and make up for it by covering a decent variety of stuff. First, I want to talk about John Ringo’s Ghost and Kildar, which are more technothrillers than SF. To put it briefly and bluntly, if you liked Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six but thought it needed more explicit sex (especially of the BDSM variety) then these are the books for you. I liked the main plotline well enough, but I’m not gonna lie – much as I skimmed through the intensive math in Cryptonomicon, I skipped the more pornographic parts of these novels.

Also outside the usual run of reading was M.C.A. Hogarth’s A Rosary of Stones and Thorns, which has a most unusual Five Man (sic) Gang trying to avert Armageddon. Reminded me of the Christopher Walken movie The Prophecy in a way, but it’s a very different story. Worth your time, and would probably have gotten a nihil obstat if Hogarth had bothered.

I’ve remarked on David Drake’s habit of reforging historical events into SF novels, and he’s done it again with Into the Hinterlands, a quirky biography of a George Washington analog set in a future dominated by a decadent Terra and her first-generation colonies. Drake and British SF author John Lambshead do a good job of showing Allen Allenson’s life on the frontier, and anyone familiar with Washington’s youth can pick out the major events that shaped the man who would lead the Continental Army and later, the United States as its first president – but those events are for the sequels to this. Decent brain candy, especially if you like history.

Back in the days of the Cold War, Jerry Pournelle edited a series of anthologies called There Will Be War, which combined SF with non-fiction articles and occasional poetry. Vox Day and Tom Kratman have done much the same with Riding the Red Horse, a collection of SF and non-fiction that examines terrorism and the rise of Red China to superpower status in the same way Pournelle’s anthologies examined the Cold War with the old Soviet Union. I’m only partway through it so far, but I think I’ve read enough to say this is just as good as the Cold War version.

Still working on Paul Cornell*’s London Falling, which reminds me somewhat of Charles Stross’ Rule 34, except instead of post-modern SF what we have here is supernatural horror, and instead of the mildly annoying office politics in Stross’ novel, the Metropolitan Police in Cornell’s tale are out for blood. Also unfinished, but still recommended for those that like their urban fantasy dark and gritty.


*Not to be confused with Pat Condell, atheist notable for his YouTube rants against Islam.


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Secret Wars And Silos

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I thought I’d already read David Drake’s What Distant Deeps, the eighth book in his Lieutenant Leary/RCN series, but I was wrong, and gladly so. Drake has become a master of filing the serial numbers off obscure historical events, repainting them, and turning them into decent adventure novels, and What Distant Deeps is another one of these. Leary and his crew (including Adele Mundy, Deadliest Librarian in the ‘Verse) are hired to carry the new Cinnabar commissioner to his post on a rather barbaric planet on the border with the Alliance, but as usual things go pear-shaped as it seems one of the Republic’s clients would like to reignite the recently-concluded war between Cinnabar and the Alliance. Skulduggery, mayhem and hilarity ensue.

Along the same lines, John Ringo and Julie Cochrane’s Sister Time is a wheels-within-wheels tale of assassination, theft, and inter-species trade war that brings “Iron Mike” O’Neal’s daughters Cally and Michelle together against a rogue human mentat who’s obtained what can only be described as a mind-raping device. Just to make things more interesting, the theft that begins the novel, where Cally snatches some extremely valuable code keys from a Darhel chief’s office, sets off an effort by the Tongs to badly screw a Darhel clan in the best way possible – costing them money and maybe, just possibly, a couple of clan chiefs. Probably the best of the three “middle” novels by Ringo & Cochrane dealing with the secret war between the O’Neal/Bane Sidhe and the Darhel, with the return of Mosovich and Mueller from the original Posleen War tetralogy as the cherry on the sundae.

I had high hopes for Hugh Howey’s Shift, which is the sequel to Wool but seems to be more of a backstory to the events in Wool. Maybe I’m just not in the mood for depressing stories right now, but this was reminding me entirely too much of an old novel by Howard Berk, The Sun Grows Cold, which tells the same sort of tale about the Apocalypse, and I just wasn’t feeling up to it.

On the other hand, Sam Schall’s Vengeance from Ashes is decent brain candy and worth checking out. I borrowed it from the Amazon Prime Lending Library and may be picking it up to keep next month when the loan expires; it’s that good. Basically, this is the tale of Marine Captain Ashlyn Shaw, framed along with her unit for war crimes and imprisoned in a brutal prison camp where abuse is the norm. A change in governments allows her friends and family to free her and her men, but can she trust them enough to help her find and impose justice on those who set her up to fall, even as a new war erupts on the frontier?

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Leftovers

— by Wombat-socho


So, I packed a bunch of stuff off to the Shenandoah with me last week, and managed to get them all read – or at least enough so that I feel good about giving an informed opinion. First off, no love for Dan Abnett’s Horus Rising, a ponderous tome leaden with Warhammer 40K thud and blunder. I’m taking another stab at at, but I don’t think my second opinion’s going to be any better than the first.

Contrariwise, Drake & Flint’s Belisarius I: Thunder at Dawn is good stuff; Drake and Flint write well together (see The Reformer and The Tyrant from the Raj Whitehall series) and the books are full of swashes being buckled, derring-do in far-off lands, and skulduggery close to home. I’m looking forward to the other four books in the series.

Virginia Postrel’s The Substance of Style is a fascinating book about the importance of esthetics in modern American society and how it impacts not just our cars, appliances, houses, and other objects but our very concept of who we are and the kind of people we like to hang out with. She has convincing rebuttals to both Abraham Maslow and his pyramidal hierarchy of needs and the Frankfurt School with its “manufactured consent” and the argument that we’re all just puppets manipulated by advertising. Very, very solid work and worth having even though it’s no longer on sale.

Peter Grant’s War To The Knife was a good read, a cut above the average brain candy. It starts as a tale of guerrilla war against a repressive off-planet invader, but the unexpected success of the guerrillas’ desperate final attack forces a change in the invaders’ government even as the guerrillas get off-planet and begin to assemble a government in exile that might be able to carry the war to the enemy’s home. I’m going to be very interested in seeing where Grant goes with this story.

Considerably more fluffy, and nearly as violent (which is saying quite a bit) is The Many Deaths of Joe Buckley, an amusing collection of death scenes written by Larry Correia, David Weber, John Ringo, and other Baen authors, with some added poetry and songs by fans. Who is Joe Buckley, and why do so many Baen authors enjoy killing him off? Even if you already know the answer, you may still be amused, and the proceeds go to Operation Baen Bulk and ReadAssist, unquestioably worthy causes.

Finally, a couple of weeks ago K-Bob suggested in the comments that I should put up an index of the book posts. Anyone else think I should fire up a Blogger page and do this?


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What #Feminism Hath Wrought

@LauraKipnis is an expert on why men deserve your contempt.

Just in time for the holidays, feminism is the gift that keeps on giving, and another academic sadist tells us what’s wrong with men:

Laura Kipnis begins her preface to Men: Notes from an Ongoing Investigation . . . with an interesting idea: Writing about someone marks a special kind of intimacy. And just as any relationship that’s full of projection, there’s a lot of projection when you’re writing about someone, especially someone who’s been your lover.
“When writing about a relationship, you’re writing about the collusion of two psyches,” she tells me. Explaining further, Kipnis continues, “You project your fantasies on to the person. That’s the most interesting part about writing about someone. You find out things about yourself.” . . .
Women invent notions of men all the time, even if we’re not writing books about them. But why do we do this? And, more to the point, when we invent notions of men, is this empowering, or does it have the opposite effect on us?
Kipnis weighs in.
“I would think it is a powerful position to be in, inventing notions of men. You get to tell the story and in the same way you’re inventing the man, you’re constructing yourself, your persona at the same time.” . . .
“Masculinity seems more of a question mark than a given at the moment,” concludes Kipnis. . . .

You may read the rest of that without gaining any actual insight into who or what Professor Kipnis is. What she is, actually, is another careerist cog in the wheel of the Feminist-Industrial Complex, a combination of academia, media, political power and money that provides feminism absolute hegemony in elite culture. Her official bio:

Laura Kipnis is a cultural critic and former video artist whose work focuses on sexual politics, aesthetics, emotion, acting out, bad behavior, and various other crevices of the American psyche. Her five book have been translated into fifteen languages. The most recent is How to Become A Scandal; previous books include Against Love: A Polemic and The Female Thing: Dirt, Sex, Envy, Vulnerability. She is a professor in the Department of Radio/TV/Film at Northwestern University where she teaches filmmaking; she has received fellowships from the Guggenheim Foundation, the Rockefeller Foundation, the Michigan Society of Fellows, the NEA and Yaddo; and has contributed essays and reviews to Slate, Harper’s, Playboy, New York Times Magazine, New York Times Book Review, and Bookforum. She has a BFA from San Francisco Art Institute, an MFA from Nova Scotia College of Art and Design, and also attended the Whitney Museum Independent Study Studio Program. She lives in New York and Chicago.

Do you notice anything about this brief curriculm vitae? She is a tenured professor at an elite university (Northwestern tuition 2014-2015, $47,251) despite the fact that she lacks a doctoral degree. (If you can name any male professors who hold such lofty sinecures with only an MFA, please do so.)  The average salary of an assistant professor at Northwestern University is $110,815 and we see that, not content to scrape by on her six-figure academic salary, Professor Kipnis has been busy hoovering up cash from “philanthropic” foundations like Guggenheim and Rockefeller, to say nothing of her (undoubtedly large) fees from major New York publishing firms.

However, the barren middle-aged spinster — never married, never a mother — wants readers to know that men actually like her:

“Men: Notes From an Ongoing Investigation” . . . started out as a fight that writer Laura Kipnis had with her longtime boyfriend over whether she talked too much about her exes. (She doesn’t, she insists.) But the conversation made her realize that regardless of how much she talks about former lovers in private, she’s spent most of the last 15 years writing about men, over and over. . . .
“Men have fascinated me,” her book begins, “maybe too much.” Although her essays catalog a lot of bad male behavior — divided into categories of operators, neurotics, sex fiends and haters — Kipnis is far more intrigued than offended by the “jagged edges” of modern masculinity, and the anxiety over shifting power dynamics she sees poking out from those misdeeds like loose wires. . . .

Pause, dear reader, to imagine a publisher commissioning a book by a male academic who proposed a similar examination of women in the 21st century. Imagine this author (for we can only imagine such a person, as he is non-existent) beginning his book by describing a fight with his girlfriend about his numerous ex-girlfriends.

Now try to imagine a critic for a major newspaper gushing uncritically about that book and that author, as Laura Hudson does in her Los Angeles Times puff-piece interview with Kipnis:

Your book often resists making declarative statements, but what do you see as the status quo for masculinity today?
Power relations have shifted considerably and the economic hit that men took in the last recession was a huge aspect of it. Everything that’s been going on in the last 40 years has really changed the power dynamic in a macro sense, from women’s entry into the workforce and the reshaping of the family structure to the economic hit that men took in the last recession. I think there’s a lot of underlying male anxiety about that. I was interested in the subterranean ways that anxiety manifests itself.
There are several moments where you say you should be offended by male bombast but instead find yourself compelled by its vulnerability. Is this just contrarianism, or is there more to it?
I’m always surprised when women are offended at men like [Norman] Mailer, because he’s kind of hilarious and also self-parodying…. The problem with taking all these things seriously is that it puts you in a reactive position that just reinforces the power of the thing you’re reacting against. I’m a believer in irony, because it gives you two positions; it gives you more latitude to think different thoughts.
The problem with being pissed off at men all the time is that you’re in the same position. You’re just spinning your wheels. . . .

Perhaps you get the general idea here. Professor Kipnis ignorantly speaks of “women’s entry into the workforce” as though it were something that only happened “in the last 40 years,” which is to say that prior to 1974, no woman ever earned a paycheck.

My mother, my grandmother, my aunts — they were all just attending Garden Club meetings and baking cookies until feminism came along and then, in 1974, all women entered the workforce. Never mind the decades my grandmother worked at a textile mill in LaGrange, Georgia. Never mind my mother’s job as a bookkeeper at Mergenthaler Linotype and later RCA Records. Above all, never mind the women school teachers who were wielding absolute authority over children long before anyone heard of Women’s Liberation.

The past must be re-written so that deracinated young people, alienated from their familial communities and thus having no direct knowledge of their ancestors, are taught to believe whatever the intelligentsia finds it politically convenient for youth to believe.

Our mothers’ careers have disappeared behind the fog of feminist rhetoric, and our daughters are taught to believe that their grandmothers and great-grandmothers were helpless victims of a hateful and all-powerful system of slavery, The Patriarchy.

Feminism’s deliberate derogation of the past, its insistence that women groaned under the yoke of male oppression prior to the rise of modern feminism, is necessary to prevent young women from asking questions about feminism itself. Is this ideology really about “empowering” all women generally? Or is it the case that feminism is actually about empowering a certain class of women, namely the academics, activists and authors who are well-paid for their services on behalf of this movement of which they are the elite vanguard?

“Follow the money,” and you learn that the Feminist-Industrial Complex provides lucrative opportunities for those women with the necessary skills (and necessary lack of conscience) to succeed as propagandists for this anti-male/anti-heterosexual ideology.

Of course, Professor Kipnis and other feminist intellectuals hasten to deny that they are man-haters or lesbians. Professor Kipnis begins with a humble-brag anecdote, the fight with her long-term boyfriend about her (too-numerous-to-count) ex-boyfriends and, alas, these men have “fascinated” her, “maybe too much.” See? Professor Kipnis really likes men, she dishonestly seeks to convince her naĂŻve readers, before proceeding to write about males as if they were a disease, their behavior symptomatic of their “vulnerability.” Professor Kipnis isolates the masculinity virus and examines it, inviting readers to share her contemptuous pity for the pathetic male.

Feminists are unloved because they are unloving, too selfish to care for others. When this yields predictable results (loneliness, marital failure, childlessness) the feminist blames men for her problems. Feminism means no woman is ever to blame for anything, because everything bad that happens to a woman or anything a woman does wrong must ultimately be blamed on The Patriarchy.

Feminist theory is nothing but a vast rationalization, a psychological defense mechanism, an all-purpose excuse and justification.

It’s not about equality, it’s about revenge.

Look at what happened to Larry Summers at Harvard University. An economist with impeccable liberal credentials, Summers merely suggested the possibility that “innate differences” between men and women could help explain the relative shortage of women working as top research scientists. For this, he was denounced as a misogynist and ultimately forced to resign as Harvard’s president.

When I describe feminists as totalitarians and sadists, this is what I mean: Any suffering they can inflict on any male is always justified by their ideology. Mere disagreement with feminist theory is taken as proof that a man hates women, and any professor calling herself a feminist may therefore be sure that no man will dare ever contradict her. Because this ideology and its adherents exercise unlimited authority in elite culture (of which Harvard is an eminent bastion), the feminist intellectual is a latter-day Adolf Eichmann, the Nazi bureaucrat who inspired Hannah Arendt’s famous phrase “the banality of evil.”

Absolute power corrupts absolutely, and the cruel business of destroying humanity cannot be entrusted to morally sensitive people. Those with humane dispositions do not seek employment as pimps, abortionists or concentration camp commandants.

Feminists crave power, and the reason they crave power is because their resentments of men fuel their fantasies of sadistic revenge. They begin their careers grasping for the whip and, once having obtained it, they wield its punitive power with hideous glee.

And speaking of Amanda Marcotte . . .

Prior to Monday afternoon, the name “Laura Kipnis” meant nothing to me, until somebody on Twitter called my attention to Amanda Marcotte’s Slate.com review of Professor Kipnis’s book:

Kipnis doesn’t produce a grand theory of men, which is as it should be, since there’s little you can say definitively about a diverse group of more than 3.5 billion individuals.
But while it’s hard to come to a meaningful conclusion about men, the collective, there is a lot to be said about the idea of masculinity, a tyrannical concept that the whole group must grapple with, whether they like it or not. . . .

(How is “masculinity . . . tyrannical”? Never mind. She’s on a roll.)

[A] theme emerges: men trying to define themselves against the nebulous dictates of their gender, and all the expectations and privileges it implies.
Kipnis, with her keen eye for human failings, delights in the way this lifelong struggle adds an air of ridiculousness to the whole enterprise of manhood. Masculinity is an idealized state, so of course men are in a permanent state of failing at it, and yet they seem unable to quit. “Something about the poetics of masculine panic, old school and new, just draws me in,” Kipnis writes. . . .

You can read the whole thing, but again the point is obvious enough from a brief excerpt. Feminists being rejects and/or failures — no man will marry them, nor would any man trust one of these hateful creatures to care for his child — Marcotte and Kipnis are spiritual duplicates. They have “boyfriends” rather than husbands, pets rather than children, living lives of immature selfishness while pretending to be socratic archons, arbiters of our sexual morals and manners.

Even if their spitefully vindictive anti-human attitudes did not render them permanently unlovable, however, feminists have fostered such widespread discrimination against males that genuinely marriageable males — i.e., civilized heterosexual men with the economic wherewithal to support a family — are an increasingly rare commodity:

American women . . . are 33 percent more likely to have earned a college degree by the time they reach 27 years of age than their male contemporaries, according to the results of a longitudinal study published by the Bureau of Labor Statistics.

At most colleges and universities nowadays, one finds that females comprise more than 60 percent of the enrollment, so that if higher education is a place where women expect to meet their future husbands, about one-third of female undergraduates are guaranteed to end up like unmatched socks in the laundry hamper. There simply are no college-educated males available for these women.

Dr. Helen Smith wrote an entire book (Men on Strike) about the multiple consequences of this problem. The fundamental cause is that our educational system during the past three decades has become so oriented toward promoting “equality” (i.e., favoritism toward females rhetorically justified as “empowerment”) that our nation’s K-12 schools now actively discourage male achievement. Christina Hoff Sommers’ book, The War Against Boys: How Misguided Feminism Is Harming Our Young Men, is an excellent primer on this phenomenon.

Harming men has always been the basic goal of feminism; the harm feminism does to females is just collateral damage. Young males are being mentally crippled and economically punished because of a feminist agenda that deliberately deprives males of education and employment opportunities, diverting social resources (including federal, state and local tax dollars) toward females. Nothing so emphatically demonstrates the objectives of this feminist project as the proliferation of Women’s Studies programs at colleges and universities, employing ideologues who are devoted to teaching female students to hate their male peers.

The most widely assigned Women’s Studies anthology, Feminist Frontiers, is edited by three lesbian professors, and the pedagogical goal of teaching these anti-male/anti-heterosexual theories is scarcely a secret, as “raging lesbian feminist” Carmen Rios made clear.

If you think masculinity is a problem, feminism is the solution. If you think heterosexuality is problem, feminism can solve that, too.

What will result from feminism’s success, however, is not equality, but rather confusion, unhappiness and destruction. Feminism will eventually destroy our entire civilization. Why? Because there are more than 7 billion people on this planet. Our culture is being weakened by feminism’s orchestrated social sabotage, while the foreign enemies of Western civilization — particularly in the Islamic world —  are becoming more numerous, more powerful and more militant.

Three or four decades from now, when America’s daughters are enslaved as the concubines of jihadist conquerors, our elites will be able to congratulate themselves on feminism’s success: “Equality!”





 

Weekend Reading

— by Wombat-socho


I am heading off into the Shenandoah Valley this weekend to spend Thanksgiving Day weekend with the family of an old friend, but before I grab my bags and head out into the rain, I need to stuff a few books into my range bag since I’ll be avoiding the Internet this weekend. I’m in the middle of re-reading Larry Correia’s Hard Magic, so that’s going, and from the library I have Dan Abnett’s Horus Rising, the first in a series of novels set in the Warhammer 40K universe.* Abnett comes highly recommended by my friends who are into WH40K, and I did like the hilarious (and horrifying) Ciaphas Cain: Hero of the Imperium by Sandy Mitchell, so we’ll see how this first novel in the Horus Heresy cycle sits with me. Also recommended was Peter Grant’s War To The Knife, the first volume of a trilogy; it is free through the Amazon Prime Lending Library, if you’re hooked up with that.

I’m also finally getting around to David Drake and Eric Flint’s Belisarius I: Thunder at Dawn, which combines the first two novels of the Belisarius series (An Oblique Approach and In The Heart Of Darkness) in one volume. This is essentially an alternate history series with a similar premise to Drake & Stirling’s Raj Whitehall novels (see Hope Reborn) but unlike Center in the Raj Whitehall novels, the entity aiding Belisarius has opposition from a parallel world, which has its own plans for humanity. It looks interesting, and I think I may actually have read the second novel before after mistaking it for Drake’s horror collection From the Heart of Darkness** so we’ll see how I feel about the rest of it.

Also on the Kindle is some non-fiction, Virginia Postrel’s The Substance of Style, currently on sale for the insanely cheap price of $1.99 (normal list price is $13.99). Postrel argues in this book that appearance counts and esthetic value is real. Postrel is an entertaining writer; her 1998 book The Future and Its Enemies is an excellent examination of the social and political tensions between “dynamists” and “stasists” that cuts across party lines.

For your amusement: a very short story wherein a Delta Green operative considers some relevant literature. 🙂
Happy Thanksgiving! See you Sunday for the FMJRA!

*Since I’m still pissed at Games Workshop over the way they treated Maggie Hogarth over Spots the Space Marine: Defense of the Fiddler, here’s an unsolicited plug for that book, which unusually for combat SF can actually be read by your children.
**Has Cthulhu Mythos content and other creepiness.


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