#science fiction review

[thefugitivesaint]

Alicia Austin, ''Science Fiction Review'', #39, Aug. 1970 Source

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Science Fiction Review magazine #37, April 1970.

Cover art: Jim McLeod

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Graphic Audio – Fugitive Telemetry by Martha Wells

Series: The Murderbot Diaries #6Author: Martha Wells Find it on Goodreads | Graphic Audio | More Murderbot Graphic Audio Review Wow, I can’t believe Graphic Audio is almost caught up with The MurderBot Diaries already! (Side note: what should I listen to next?). Fugitive Telemetry is the sixth novella in the series. It’s also the first one that’s set on Preservation Station. Yeah, it’s…

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Mune - Ein Faun rettet seine Welt (Teil 1)

von KIP SUPERNOVA

"Man erzählt sich, dass zu Beginn die Welt dunkel und kalt war. Ein super starker Mann - der erste Wächter der Sonne - fing die Sonne ein, und zog sie zu unserem Planeten heran, sodass fortan Licht und Wärme herrschten. Der erste Wächter des Mondes brachte den Mond selbst aus dem Reich der Träume, und mit ihm die Nacht und die Träume in die Welt. Fortan stehen Tag und Nacht im Gleichgewicht auf unserem Planeten."

Bild: On Animation Studios / Paramount Pictures

So beginnt der traumhaft schöne Film "Mune - Der Wächter des Mondes" unter der Regie von Alexandre Heboyan und Benoît Philippon, produziert von On Animation Studios und Paramount Pictures. Seine Kino Premiere hatte "Mune" am 6. Dezember 2014 und ist wahrlich der ideale Film für die Vorweihnachtszeit, denn er entführt uns in eine Welt, die auf einem kleinen Planeten spielt, auf dem allerhand seltsamer Wesen leben.

Die Geschichte Die "alten" Wächter der Sonne und des Mondes übergeben ihr Zepter an ihre Nachfolger: Sohone und Leeyoon. Sohone aus dem Volk des "Tages" ist ein muskulöser, ehrgeiziger Athlet, der vor allem mit seiner Körperkraft und dem lässigen Auftreten die weiblichen "Fans" beeindrucken möchte. Leeyoon, ein kühles, ernsthaftes Wesen, das entfernt an ein Alpaka oder Lama erinnert, hat "jahrelang" für diesen Augenblick trainiert und studiert.

Während dieser historischen Zeremonie lernen wir auch Glim kennen: Genau wie ihr Vater ist Glim ein "Wesen der Dämmerung": Ihr Körper ist aus einer Art Wachs, das im direkten Sonnenlicht schmilzt, und in der Nacht erstarrt. Glim kann sich deshalb immer nur im Zwielicht aufhalten. Als begeisterter Astronomie-Fan wohnt sie dem Ereignis, an dem die neuen Wächter von Sonne und Mond ernannt werden, bei (und sitzt genau zwischen den Tag- und den Nachtwesen.

Eines der Nachtwesen, die zum größten Teil aus Faunen besteht, ist Mune. Mune hat blaues Fell, ein sehr gütiges und sanftes Gemüt und besitzt die Fähigkeit, böse Träume zu vertreiben und andere Wesen einen ruhigen, friedvollen Schlaf zu bescheren.

Während der Zeremonie "entscheidet sich der Mond" gegen Leeyon und für Mune als neuen Wächter des Mondes - zur großen Überraschung aller! - denn alle Faune - auch sein Vater - sind stets genervt von Munes ungeschickten Verhalten.

Da er sich verraten und unfair behandelt fühlt, ist Leeyoon empfänglich für die "bösen Alptraumschlangen", die ihm einreden, dass er seinen "rechtmäßigen Platz als Wächter des Mondes" verdient hätte und "dieser blauen Ratte Mune" wieder entreißen müsse. Dazu müsse er nur Sohone die Sonne stehlen und Necross, dem Herr der Unterwelt überlassen.

Blind vor Wut und der Verführung des Bösen führt Leeyoon den teuflischen Plan aus und verschafft den Dämonen Mox und Spleen Zugang zum Sonnentempel, wo die Dämonen die Sonne stehlen und Necross bringen.

Mune, völlig überfordert von seiner neuen Aufgabe, steuert den Mondtempel völlig chaotisch über den Planeten, bringt das Gleichgewicht von Tag und Nacht durcheinander und verliert schließlich um ein Haar den Mond!

In diesem Augenblick reißt Leeyoon sich seinen Posten als Mondwächter an sich; Mune läuft traurig und enttäuscht weg, Sohone stellt fest, dass die Sonne weg ist und aus Mune, Sohone und Glim, die zu ihnen stößt, wird eine Fellowship unterschiedlichster Persönlichkeiten, die sich in die Unterwelt begibt, um die Sonne zu retten und sich dem böse Necross zu stellen …

Bild: On Animation Studios / Paramount Pictures

Die Charaktere und ihre Eigenarten Bereits sehr früh wird deutlich, dass die Bewohner der Planeten spezielle Fähigkeiten besitzen: So kann Mune wie bereits erwähnt Träume und Schlaf beeinflussen, Sohone besitzt außergewöhnliche, körperliche Fähigkeiten und Glim ein beeindruckendes Wissen über Astronomie sowie den Lehren der "Bücher der Ahnen".

Die Bevölkerung des Planeten setzt sich aus einer Mischung aus Wesen zusammen, die beispielsweise auf der "Tagseite" (in der es aber auch Nacht wird und umgekehrt) humanoiden Reptilien ähneln, deren Körper jedoch aus Erde oder Gestein zu bestehen scheinen. Die "Dämmerwesen" wie beispielsweise Glim und ihr Vater sind humanoid und bestehen aus einer Art Wachs. Auf der Nachtseite (in der es aber auch Tag wird) leben Faune, Alpaka ähnliche humanoide Wesen sowie Tiere die wie Schafe aussehen in üppigen Wäldern, die an die Welt von Pandora aus "Avatar" erinnern. Vor allem die Faune besitzen besondere Fähigkeiten: Sie können in der Nacht leuchtende Blumen wachsenen lassen, Schwärme von Glühwürmchen steuern und wie Mune schlafenden Wesen eine ruhige Nacht spenden.

Die Fähigkeiten der Wächter werden durch ihren Eintritt als Sonne- bzw. Mondwächter um ein Vielfaches dann verstärkt, was an Superkräfte erinnert: Sohone wird durch die Kraft der Sonne quasi eine Art Superman, der über unglaubliche, körperliche Stärke verfügt, Mune wird zum "Dreammaster": Ihm gelingt es nämlich am Ende Necross einfach "schlafen" zu legen, in seinen Traum einzusteigen und dort die bösen Dämonen, die Necross vergiftet haben, zu zerstören.

Phospho, ein ehemaliger Wächter des Mondes (ein Wesen, das an einen Manta-Rochen erinnert) besitzt immer noch die Fähigkeit, einen Teil seiner Lebensenergie auf andere Wesen zu übertragen und somit ihr Leben zu retten.

Bild: On Animation Studios / Paramount Pictures

Die "Physik" des Planeten Dass der Planet in "Mune" sehr klein ist, dass die Himmelsobjekte Mond und Sonne ebenfalls in ihrer Größe (etwa so groß wie ein Medizinball) geradezu lächerlich für aufrechte Physik- und Astronomiefans rüberkommen, muss nicht diskutiert werden. Denn der Film entführt uns von Anfang an in eine Welt, in der eigene physikalische Regeln gelten: In ein Märchen. Sowohl optisch als auch erzählerisch befinden wir uns weder in einem Fantasyfilm, noch in einer Science Fiction Geschichte, sondern in einem Märchen-Bilderbuch, wo die gegebenen Gesetze und ihre Welt akzeptiert und nicht hinterfragt werden.

Besonders faszinierend wird hier der "Sprung der Dimensionen" - sowohl erzählerisch als auch optisch, denn als Mune mit Glim zusammen das Reich der Träume betritt, um einen neuen Mond zu holen, werden wir von der 3D Computeranimation in eine 2D Zeichentrickwelt katapuliert.

Auf dem Planeten bringt der Mond "Licht in die finstre Nacht" und versorgt auch die Wesen der Nacht, wie die Faune, mit Energie, damit diese den schlafenden Wesen angenehme Träume bescheren können. Die Sonne bringt Licht und Wärme und somit Wachstum und Lebensfreude. Es ist quasi das "Ying und Yang" am Himmel: Leben und Wachstum am Tage, Ruhe und Frieden in der Nacht.

Welche Aufgaben haben die Wächter? Wie der Name schon sagt, sorgen die Wächter dafür, dass dieses Gleichgewicht auf der Welt eingehalten wird: Die Sonne wie der Mond dürfen sich nicht zu langsam und nicht zu schnell bewegten. Gesteuert wird ihre Bewegung durch die "Tempel" - dies sind gigantische Tiere, die den Mond bzw. die Sonne hinter sich herziehen. Die Wächter wohnen auf diesen Tempeln und steuern die Himmelsobjekte. Während der "Sonnentempel" an einen riesigen, steinernen Dinosaurier erinnert, mutet der "Mondtempel" wie ein riesiges, schwarzes Kamel an.

Da der Film "Mune" eine sehr vielseitige Welt zeigt, möchte ich meine Ausführungen zu dem Film in einem nächsten Blog fortsetzen, wo ich auf die Produktion des Films und am Ende auf mein persönliches Fazit dann näher eingehen möchte.

[writerlunawinters]

Title: On a Sunbeam

Author: Tillie Walden

Genre: Graphic Novel, Science Fiction

Published: May 22, 2018

Rating: 5/5

Mia is a new member of a crew who rebuilds beautiful and broken-down structures in space. She falls in love with a mysterious new student and joins the ship to track down her long-lost love. Tillie Walden's work is an inventive world, a breathtaking love story, and stunning art.

The graphic novel, On a Sunbeam, has a unique and imaginative storyline that seamlessly blends science fiction, romance, and adventure. The characters are complex and well-developed, and their relationships with one another are authentic and heartfelt. The artwork is gorgeous and highly detailed, adding to the overall immersive experience of the story.

I highly recommend "On a Sunbeam" to anyone who enjoys graphic novels, science fiction, and queer representation in literature. The story is engaging and emotionally resonant, and the artwork is simply stunning.

[buzzdixonwriter]

The Man Who Ruined Science Fiction (part 3)

Roger Elwood’s own editorial ineptitude plus the fact he stretched himself too thin undercut the potential of the Laser Books line.

The packaging looked superb, each cover painted by legendary sci-fi artist Frank Kelly Freas featuring a cameo head portrait of that book’s central character with a background element indicating what the story would be about.  A distinctive logo that couldn’t be easily swiped by competitors, enough marketing muscle to get the books out to the readers.

What could possibly go worng?

In a word: Elwood.

Here’s the hidden clue I hinted out throughout these posts:  Elwood saw himself as a devout Christian.

Before anyone raises a sneery lip at that, let the record show being a devout Christian does not impair the genuine artist.

It’s not necessarily a benefit, but it needn’t be an impediment.

Ray Bradbury springs to mind, as good a Christian as one could hope to meet, but certainly not a prude and certainly not morally judgmental.

Which by all accounts are two traits deeply engrained in the late Roger Elwood.

While Elwood certainly enjoyed science fiction and fantasy, his personal religious code worked against him embracing the more challenging examples of the genre, especially in the middle of the aforementioned Old Thing vs. New Wave debate.

To his credit, Elwood wanted to promote works that reflected his moral values, and he appeared open and above board in that aspect.

But this also blocked him from writers who would challenge those sensibilities.

He might still have pulled it off and established Laser Books as a respected line in the field, but his over-eager ambition led him to accept far too many substandard works while his editorial policies led him to drastically revise more than a few novels that were latter reprinted as intended to much better acclaim.

A lot of Laser’s material appeared to be trunk novels that sat gathering dust in a desk drawer for well over a decade.  I remember reviewing one for Dick Geis’ Science Fiction Review, going at it hammer and tong for the blatant and ugly 1930s racial stereotypes permeating it.

He asked me why I went after a gnat with an elephant gun.

By 1977 Elwood suffered his third strike in science fiction and slunk off into Christian publishing, writing 30 some novels between 1988 and 2001 (plus a posthumous book in 2011).

It is a testimony to his impact in the field that during the time I packaged the Serenity graphic novels for the Christian book market, nobody ever mentioned his name or his books, much less held them up as examples of what to strive for.

Now, I bear no personal grudge against the man, never meeting him or sharing any direct communication with him.

But I do recognize similarities and differences between us.

© Buzz Dixon

[kjudgemental]

The Fountains of Paradise - Classic Sci-fi Novel Review

New review, this time classic Arthur C. Clarke. Thanks for checking it out.

Author: Arthur C. Clarke Publisher: Gollancz Country: UK Year: 1979 What was intended to be Clarke’s last science-fiction novel (yeah, that went well) is tight, snug, and cosily familiar. There’s something about a Clarke novel that does that; one of the reasons why I love his work every time I get around to ploughing through a few pages. In this novel, a scientist and engineer plans to use a…

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Sandra Newman’s “Julia”

The first chapter of Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-Four has a fantastic joke that nearly everyone misses: when Julia, Winston Smith's love interest, is introduced, she has oily hands and a giant wrench, which she uses in her "mechanical job on one of the novel-writing machines":

https://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks01/0100021.txt

That line just kills me every time I re-read the book – Orwell, a novelist, writing a dystopian future in which novels are written by giant, clanking mechanisms. Later on, when Winston and Julia begin their illicit affair, we get more detail:

She could describe the whole process of composing a novel, from the general directive issued by the Planning Committee down to the final touching-up by the Rewrite Squad. But she was not interested in the finished product. She 'didn't much care for reading,' she said. Books were just a commodity that had to be produced, like jam or bootlaces.

I always assumed Orwell was subtweeting his publishers and editors here, and you can only imagine that the editor who asked Orwell to tweak the 1984 manuscript must have felt an uncomfortable parallel between their requests and the notional Planning Committee and Rewrite Squad at the Ministry of Truth.

I first read 1984 in the early winter of, well, 1984, when I was thirteen years old. I was on a family trip that included as visit to my relatives in Leningrad, and the novel made a significant impact on me. I immediately connected it to the canon of dystopian science fiction that I was already avidly consuming, and to the geopolitics of a world that seemed on the brink of nuclear devastation. I also connected it to my own hopes for the nascent field of personal computing, which I'd gotten an early start on, when my father – then a computer science student – started bringing home dumb terminals and acoustic couplers from his university in the mid-1970s. Orwell crystallized my nascent horror at the oppressive uses of technology (such as the automated Mutually Assured Destruction nuclear systems that haunted my nightmares) and my dreams of the better worlds we could have with computers.

It's not an overstatement to say that the rest of my life has been about this tension. It's no coincidence that I wrote a series of "Little Brother" novels whose protagonist calls himself w1n5t0n:

https://craphound.com/littlebrother/Cory_Doctorow_-_Little_Brother.htm

I didn't stop with Orwell, of course. I wrote a whole series of widely read, award-winning stories with the same titles as famous sf tales, starting with "Anda's Game" ("Ender's Game"):

https://www.salon.com/2004/11/15/andas_game/

And "I, Robot":

https://craphound.com/overclocked/Cory_Doctorow_-_Overclocked_-_I_Robot.html

"The Martian Chronicles":

https://escapepod.org/2019/10/03/escape-pod-700-martian-chronicles-part-1/

"True Names":

https://archive.org/details/TrueNames

"The Man Who Sold the Moon":

https://memex.craphound.com/2015/05/22/the-man-who-sold-the-moon/

and "The Brave Little Toaster":

https://archive.org/details/Cory_Doctorow_Podcast_212

Writing stories about other stories that you hate or love or just can't get out of your head is a very old and important literary tradition. As EL Doctorow (no relation) writes in his essay "Genesis," the Hebrews stole their Genesis story from the Babylonians, rewriting it to their specifications:

https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/41520/creationists-by-e-l-doctorow/

As my "famous title" stories and Little Brother books show, this work needn't be confined to antiquity. Modern copyright may be draconian, but it contains exceptions ("fair use" in the US, "fair dealing" in many other places) that allow for this kind of creative reworking. One of the most important fair use cases concerns The Wind Done Gone, Alice Randall's 2001 retelling of Margaret Mitchell's Gone With the Wind from the perspective of the enslaved characters, which was judged to be fair use after Mitchell's heirs tried to censor the book:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suntrust_Bank_v._Houghton_Mifflin_Co.

In ruling for Randall, the Eleventh Circuit Court of Appeals emphasized that she had "fully employed those conscripted elements from Gone With the Wind to make war against it." Randall used several of Mitchell's most famous lines, "but vest[ed] them with a completely new significance":

https://law.justia.com/cases/federal/appellate-courts/F3/268/1257/608446/

The Wind Done Gone is an excellent book, and both its text and its legal controversy kept springing to mind as I read Sandra Newman's wonderful novel Julia, which retells 1984 from the perspective of Julia, she of the oily hands the novel-writing machine:

https://www.harpercollins.com/products/julia-sandra-newman?variant=41467936636962

Julia is the kind of fanfic that I love, in the tradition of both Wind Done gone and Rosenkrantz and Gildenstern Are Dead, in which a follow-on author takes on the original author's throwaway world-building with deadly seriousness, elucidating the weird implications and buried subtexts of all the stuff and people moving around in the wings and background of the original.

For Newman, the starting point here is Julia, an enigmatic lover who comes to Winston with all kinds of rebellious secrets – tradecraft for planning and executing dirty little assignations and acquiring black market goods. Julia embodies a common contradiction in the depiction of young women (she is some twenty years younger than Winston): on the one hand, she is a "native" of the world, while Winston is a late arrival, carrying around all his "oldthink" baggage that leaves him perennially baffled, terrified and angry; on the other hand, she's a naive "girl," who "doesn't much care for reading," and lacks the intellectual curiosity that propels Winston through the text.

This contradiction is the cleavage line that Newman drives her chisel into, fracturing Orwell's world in useful, fascinating, engrossing ways. For Winston, the world of 1984 is totalitarian: the Party knows all, controls all and misses nothing. To merely think a disloyal thought is to be doomed, because the omnipotent, omniscient, and omnicompetent Party will sense the thought and mark you for torture and "vaporization."

Orwell's readers experience all of 1984 through Winston's eyes and are encouraged to trust his assessment of his situation. But Newman brings in a second point of view, that of Julia, who is indeed far more worldly than Winston. But that's not because she's younger than him – it's because she's more provincial. Julia, we learn, grew up outside of the Home Counties, where the revolution was incomplete and where dissidents – like her parents – were sent into exile. Julia has experienced the periphery of the Party's power, the places where it is frayed and incomplete. For Julia, the Party may be ruthless and powerful, but it's hardly omnicompetent. Indeed, it's rather fumbling.

Which makes sense. After all, if we take Winston at his word and assume that every disloyal citizen of Oceania is arrested, tortured and murdered, where would that leave Oceania? Even Kim Jong Un can't murder everyone who hates him, or he'd get awfully lonely, and then awfully hungry.

Through Julia's eyes, we experience Oceania as a paranoid autocracy, corrupt and twitchy. We witness the obvious corollary of a culture of denunciation and arrest: the ruling Party of such an institution must be riddled with internecine struggle and backstabbing, to the point of paralyzed dysfunction. The Orwellian trick of switching from being at war with Eastasia to Eurasia and back again is actually driven by real military setbacks – not just faked battles designed to stir up patriotic fervor. The Party doesn't merely claim to be under assault from internal and external enemies – it actually is.

Julia is also perfectly positioned to uncover the vast blank spots in Winston's supposed intellectual curiosity, all the questions he doesn't ask – about her, about the Party, and about the world. I love this trope and used it myself, in Attack Surface, the third "Little Brother" book, which is told from the point of view of Marcus's frenemy Masha:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250757531/attacksurface

Through Julia, we come to understand the seemingly omniscient, omnipotent Party as fumbling sadists. The Thought Police are like MI5, an Island of Misfit Toys where the paranoid, the stupid, the vicious and the thuggish come together to ruin the lives of thousands, in such a chaotic and pointless manner that their victims find themselves spinning devastatingly clever explanations for their behavior:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/adamcurtis/entries/3662a707-0af9-3149-963f-47bea720b460

And, as with Nineteen Eighty-Four, Julia is a first-rate novel, expertly plotted, with fantastic, nail-biting suspense and many smart turns and clever phrases. Newman is doing Orwell, and, at times, outdoing him. In her hands, Orwell – like Winston – is revealed as a kind of overly credulous romantic who can't believe that anyone as obviously stupid and deranged as the state's representatives could be kicking his ass so very thoroughly.

This was, in many ways, the defining trauma and problem of Orwell's life, from his origin story, in which he is shot through the throat by a fascist: sniper during the Spanish Civil War:

https://www.rjgeib.com/thoughts/soldiers/george-orwell-shot.html

To his final days, when he developed a foolish crush on a British state spy and tried to impress her by turning his erstwhile comrades in to her:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orwell%27s_list

Newman's feminist retelling of Orwell is as much about puncturing the myth of male competence as it is about revealing the inner life, agency, and personhood of swooning love-interests. As someone who loves Orwell – but not unconditionally – I was moved, impressed, and delighted by Julia.

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/09/28/novel-writing-machines/#fanfic

[dude1818]

Unsong

I read Unsong this week and it was incredible. The writing and humor has a strong Terry Pratchett feel, and actually the story itself is adjacent to a sci-fi Good Omens. Almost every chapter had a scene that was uproariously hilarious, and really, the whole book was mainly a vector for delivering an endless stream of incredible puns

The basic premise is that the world started to end in the 60s, when the Apollo program crashed into Heaven and cracked the firmament, allowing the divine light to get back into the world. This caused physics to start to break down and reintroduced angels and demons and magic. Jump forward to 2017, and there's a booming "applied Kabbalah" industry around computationally deriving the Hidden Names of God in lieu of other technological advancement. The A plot follows Aaron, a down-on-his-luck kabbalist who works in one of these Names factories and discovers a Name that would revolutionize discovering more Names. This kicks off a chase to gain control of it across what's left of the US

The B plot bounces around, but centers on the was between good and evil. Angels returning to the world also means the resumption of the war against the fallen angels, and also Hell is real again. The messiah was born in the 70s and led the war against the devil, but most of this half of the story is actually about his daughter training under the archangel Uriel in the 90s to keep the world running. Of course Aaron's discovering of a powerful new Name eventually grabs the attention of these powerful forces

Of course the actual minute-to-minute of the book is totally absurd. The first antagonist is the titular UNSONG, the United Nations patent office for Names of God. At one point they attract the Drug Lord and we learn about the War on Drugs: a sentient peyote cactus man took over Mexico with a drug-induced hivemind and tried to invade the US. Neil Armstrong ascended bodily to heaven, and then returned to "grant salvation to" (take over) LA. The higher level angel fights do word association with the concepts describing reality. It's all bonkers, and it all works so well

I'm leaving out so much, but I can't recommend this enough. And the overall question that keeps coming up throughout the book is the age-old question "why does God allow evil to exist anyway," and this is the first time I've seen an answer that actually makes sense. I don't think you could have gotten there from any other angle

[humdinky]

i just finished watching scavenger's reign yesterday, and let me tell y'all this is genuinely the best piece of sci-fi media i have seen in a long while, and it's insane how little i've seen this show being discussed online! it is probably the most unique and viscerally stunning series i’ve ever seen. the world that they have created is equal parts fascinating and terrifying, and every part of it feels fully realized. sci-fi is at its best when it lets go of nostalgia and explores the unknown, and SR gives me hope that real sci-fi can take root again, and be something beyond what came before it.

i will refrain from giving too much away in my discussion because this show works best the less you know going into it. the premise for this show is simple: crewmembers of a crashed freighter ship are left scattered across an alien planet. a good chunk of time has already passed by the time the show begins, and a few of the survivors have already established camps. however, things quickly spiral out of control as disaster wipes away their progress and forces each of them to move on. it's a harsh and unforgiving world that tests them each and every step of the way on their journey.

worldbuilding is where this show truly shines. it is no easy thing to design an entire ecosystem from scratch. it takes an insane amount of creativity and attention to detail to pull off what this show has. and my god did they fucking pull it off. living balloons floating through the air, large sea creatures that suck up their eggs when faced with danger, tendrilled plants that spawn clones of their prey to track them down - it is a frightening, surreal, and violent world, but harmonious in its own way. some creatures poison you, others clean off the poison. there are your typical type of predators that come at you with sharp fangs and giant pincers, but then there are predators that hunt via more insidious means: manipulating the memories of their prey to have them do their bidding, or hijacking their bodies from the inside. ultimately, the characters who fare best in this world are those who learn to adapt to it, and even sync with it.

SR also boasts a surprisingly well-crafted narrative. we are shown just enough of the world to keep us hooked, but it still feels like there is a lot left to be discovered. i also really enjoy the way the story is delivered to us. we follow the journeys of a few isolated groups whose paths gradually intersect. the characters are all fleshed out and three-dimensional - they were different enough to be unique and quirky, but never too different that it felt overboard. the way they react is exactly how humans in those circumstances would and should, the dialogue and voice acting were just superb. it felt so insanely real at times.

i really do hope that this show gets greenlit for a second season. this type of pure creative freedom is what we need right now. all in all, scavenger's reign is a gorgeous nightmare that you need to experience for yourself.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

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"A witch didn't do things because they seemed like a good idea at the time! That was practically cackling! You had to deal everyday with people who were foolish and lazy and untruthful and downright unpleasant, and you could certainly end up thinking that the world would be considerably improved if you gave them a slap. But you didn't because, as Miss Tick once explained: a) it would make the world a better place for only a very short time; b) it would then make the world a slightly worse place; and c) you're not supposed to be as stupid as they are."

-- Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith [Thanks to Beth Fowler]

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Stephen Fabian, “Science Fiction Review”, #41, 1981 Source

[amesmonde]

Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes (2024) Review

300 years after the reign of Caesar, Noa, a young chimpanzee, embarks on a journey alongside Mae, a human woman, to find his kidnapped clan.Directed by Wes Ball, Kingdom of the Apes is a visually stunning addition to the Planet of the Apes franchise, though it falls short of reaching the heights of its some of its predecessors including the original.Accompanied by John Paesano’s score the film’s…

[quirkycatsfatstacks]

Review: Final Girls by Mira Grant

Author: Mira Grant (Seanan McGuire)Publisher: Subterranean PressReleased: April 30, 2017Received: Own Goodreads | More Mira Grant Reviews Book Summary: Dr. Jennifer Webb has done the impossible. She’s created a piece of virtual reality technology so powerful that it can change our minds – literally. She’s using this technology to heal old psychological wounds – to do good. But she’s well aware…

[kips-laboratory]

Das Sternenfeuer von Antares

Ich streife mir mit letzter Kraft meine Handschuhe von den Händen und schleppe mich krallend über den staubigen, heißen Boden auf den Quanten–Integrator zu. Meine Schutzbrille vermag kaum noch meine Augen vor dem Licht der Sonne zu schützen. Jede einzelne Zelle meiner Haut scheint trotz Strahlenschutzanzug in Flammen zu stehen. Schweiß tropft über meine Stirn auf den Boden, wo er sofort verdampft.

Jetzt bereue ich es, meine Handschuhe ausgezogen zu haben, aber es war nötig, denn die Dinger waren gerade dabei, zu schmelzen. Es sind auch nur noch wenige Zentimeter bis zum Solar– Injektor; nur noch eine oder zwei Minuten durchhalten, Kip. Nur noch ein paar Herzschläge, Atemzüge und die letzten Augenblicke des Lebens ...

Über mir wird die Sonne von Biru zur Supernova, und ich werde das letzte Lebewesen auf dem Planeten sein, das noch atmen und denken konnte ...

[ PROLOG zu meinem ersten Science Fiction Roman "Das Sternenfeuer von Antares" ]

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