The other day, my sister, in her Livejournal, linked to a rant about how Livejournal in specific and blogging in general interferes with the art, craft, hobby, and profession of fiction writing. This is the rant. I hate the word “rant,” at once falsely modest…
I finished rereading the original novel I Am Legend by Richard Matheson, and now it’s hard not to be a little bitter at how they eviscerated the book for the movie. I don’t remember too well but I almost think the Charlton Heston film was…
William Gibson started out way ahead of everyone, both in terms of the time period he was writing about — a fictional future in which cybernetics and space travel are commonplace, and artificial intelligences are sentient and nearly omnipotent — and in terms of style…
I went into The Golden Compass with lowered expectations, having heard in advance that it showed all the usual flaws of novel adaptations: Frenzied leaping from place to place and plot point to plot point, since contemporary novels are almost invariably too long to squeeze…