Donahue, much as Aubrey and Maturin of MASTER AND COMMANDER first met in a minor altercation over how one ought to behave in a certain societal setting, and yet went on to be great friends, so perhaps you and I may find much to discuss in a happy way here at the AV Club.

Here's a fun (though very incomplete) list of Elvis in science fiction…

That makes me excited to read the others.

It seems there aren't that many commenters here to discuss this book, at least compared to THEN WE CAME TO END's crowd, so we'd better all keep it somewhat civil….

Correction to last paragraph: "may not be directly relevant." Add a "not" in there.

A few follow-up questions:

I often wondered, when reading this book if it had or pro-war or an anti-war stance, or even any stance on war other than that of a dispassionate historian, that is, that it did happen and it probably happened like this.

Feels real. Makes it very easy to suspend disbelief.
I found the book to be a little slow, but I think I like that about it. It's compelling for its seeming reality, compelling for the way its characters seem to really be of their time and not just from ours placed in a long-ago setting. I loved their friendship,…

I didn't mean to triple post that.
But I did want to say that, Nathan, this has been one of your best AVC ideas ever. This was a great installment. And thanks for including a track list this time.

I didn't mean to triple post that.
But I did want to say that, Nathan, this has been one of your best AVC ideas ever. This was a great installment. And thanks for including a track list this time.

All these songs came out over ten years ago…
holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am…

All these songs came out over ten years ago…
holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am…

All these songs came out over ten years ago…
holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am old I am old I am old I am old I am holy fuck I am old I am old I am old I am old oh no oh god oh no I am…

Was SAVING SILVERMAN the movie that tried to reintroduce Neil Diamond as a Shatner-esque ironic facsimile of his former self? Not that Diamond hadn't already done that with his album of movie theme song covers.

I nominate Prof. William Ocean as the guy who's probably behind those two godawful racist Stepahn Fetchit personas.

I don't understand the negative comments about this.
How anyone could watch anything this meticulously and inventively conceived, planned, and executed (with a pure pop soundtrack to boot) and finish with anything other than a feeling of joy and exhilaration is beyond me. This has to be one of the coolest music…

As a teenager, I thought I saw Phil Collins walking down the street carrying a big backpack and wearing a ragged old army coat, in Chicago. I asked for his autograph, and he scribbled something unintelligible on a napkin, while looking a little afraid of me. Afterwards, I told everyone I'd met Phil Collins, but…

Phil Collins really helped me see both sides of the story.

Someone else I hear his influence in:
Fever Ray.

I ate pickled pigs feet at an Alabama bar once, and that was pretty awful. Also, in Guatamala I had to politely eat two bowls of what I'm fairly sure was barely cooked squid in beet juice, a special Day of the Dead food. My stomach still buckles and shivers to recall either meal.