Archive for the 'Literature'

Death Has Come In The Pantry Door

I wrote previously about IDing a cover of a book I own from several seconds of noticing it as set-dressing in an unrelated production. Watching Law & Order recently, I caught a new one: L&O S4E14 “Censure” Yep, that’s Lt. Anita Van Buren, under cover and reading a copy of the 1974 Bantam printing of Gravity’s Rainbow. A book I owned for years. Co. Pynchon-L I put down that book in sheer exasperation more times than I could count. When I moved, I...
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Dream Wave

I watched the hell out of PBS’s Ghostwriter as a kid, and I saw this episode below long before I knew who William Gibson (or, for that matter, Julia Stiles) was. Coming back to it, I find it a little weird that a kids’ show would have a pre-teen character mentioning that she read Neuromancer. Yeah, the episode was the Internet Special of the series and she’s supposed to be a bit of a delinquent — can you guess who turns out to be the hacker? — but that book is a...
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Galactic Pot-Boiler

One of the first serious, popular looks at Philip K. Dick’s work was this Rolling Stone profile from 1973. It was even featured on the cover, right under the cover article on Rod Stewart. Besides the reporting, the article featured this beautiful splash page. The scattered pills, the yin-yang necklace, the nightmarish file cabinet and that it’s-not-there-it’s-not-there-it’s-not-there glance on PKD really make it for me.

Green Futures

Before I read PKD or Gibson or Ellis or Stephenson or any weird-ass author I can refer to as my favorite, there was William Sleator. I remember obtaining the first novel of his I read — Interstellar Pig — through one of those order-by-mail school book clubs. After that, I exhausted my local library’s surprisingly well-stocked collection of his novels. Well, not that surprisingly; two of the librarians (the ones I would go there to hang out with) were pretty big on SF. ...
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Anniversary Edition

I played a lot of graphic adventure games as a kid. You remember the kind: you type (or, click, in the later ones) in what you want to do — OPEN DOOR — and the little guy on the screen opens the door. I was also universally bad at them. The Hugo games, Day of the Tentacle, The Dig, the lot of, I could get through the first act and that’s about it. I’d watch my cousin, two years older, play Myst and Return to Zork and he could get through them pretty well. In college, I...
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