That have never been copied?
That have never been copied?
Typically, a two-hour movie has only enough room for the plot-points of a short story or at best a novelette. The adaptation of LA Confidential took a fat novel, surgically excised two subplots, and condensed the result down into a well-oiled machine that works perfectly, and captures the heart of James Ellroy’s…
Obvious troll is obvious.
Yes.
Maybe this isn’t the best year to be starting such an endeavor?
Try as you might, Jon Favreau, but you cannot break my heart any more than an eight-year-old boy’s could be broken when a favorite book filled with beauty, terror, longing, and passion gets eviscerated, thrown on a movie screen, and mocked
1968 just called; they want their article on the social relevance of Dune back.
In the backstory to Robert Silverberg’s 1976 novel Shadrach in the Furnace, a massive eruption of Cotopaxi triggered the socioeconomic collapse that enabled dictator Genghis II Mao IV to come to power as global ruler.
“When Disney takes on a fairy tale, its version tends to become the definitive version: Beauty and the Beast, ...”
Moon, schmoon. Where is the Monolith?
Too bad “Lava” is culturally appropriative up the wazoo, heteronormative, couple-centric, and just about everything else that has always been wrong with both Pixar and their recently acquired overlords at Disney.
Anyone who has ever tried to temper chocolate must inevitably reach the conclusion that cooking is not like mathematics at all, but is much more like chanting fragments of the Necronomicon beside a pentagram drawn in blood on the floor of a dark and mouldy cellar, and hoping that the dark spirit evoked thereby does…
Do you suppose that if we really did change San Francisco into Gotham City, place of crime, misery, and human anguish, the Googlers, Twitterers, brogrammers and trust-fund brats would be driven out so that ordinary people could live there again?
In my opinion, the real reason Out of the Silent Planet is overlooked is because it is, basically, out-of-genre. It is clearly science-fictional, and it is equally clearly not part of the traditions and lineage that is genre SF. It is as if Lewis brewed it up on his own, maybe having read Wells in his youth, but not…
In the late 1960s, when I was 8 or 9 years old, I recall going with my mother (who was working on her MA in education) to a room in a building on her school's campus filled with Teletype machines. She was getting a printout for some batch job she had run.
McCown's essay is little more than a rehash of Jonathan Lethem's essay "The Ecstasy of Influence."
"The head of Ballentine Books" (sic) was Ian Ballantine, who almost singlehandedly was responsible for the paperback book boom in North America. As I recall, he got his start with Penguin, then helped found Bantam Books, and later breaking off to start his own house, Ballantine Books. Ballantine was a major-league…
Read the technical details. It got as good as it has by playing against itself for many millions of hands.