Incredibly interesting and informative article. Thanks.

Well, why do the bats "fly" in outer space by flapping their wings? I don't think we're meant to take the region he's flying through as "space" as we know it.

Puts me in mind of Elaine Lee and Michael Kaluta's great comic book series "Starstruck." Not in terms of content, but rather overall storytelling approach and tone. This is a good thing.

The Electric Company was a riot. I recall a "Spidey" moment when a villain named "The Blowhard" bursts into a birthday party being thrown for Fargo North Decoder, and Fargo exclaims, "Holy Toledo, it's that evil meshuggeneh, the Blowhard!"

Steampunk James Bond? Yes, please!

Gets off to a good start but then shuts down into a sentimental morality tale.

So keeping that horrible, long, wasting death around is preferable to the possibility of more fucking?

The article explains that he explicitly follows David Marr's model.

Troll tries to distract with nutbrained rant. We'll take that as a concession.

I've always found Delany's "Dhalgren" profoundly scary. It just oozes with uneasiness and fear. The protagonist is in a constant state of anxiety about whether he can trust his senses, and the whole book conspires to transfer that uneasiness to the reader.

There's something very haunting indeed about what the diver (mentioned in the article) thought was being said to him.

Lame sophistry. Next!

A puzzling article, as it always seemed self-evident to me that Zoidberg, while disgusting and pathetic, is also quite lovable.

This wins the prize for most wonderful recent space news, and that's saying something.

John Crowley's "Aegypt" quartet had an average 6 or 7 year gap between each volume. Final volume appeared 20 years after the first — a loooong wait.

This reminds me of my response to Spielberg's "War of the Worlds", which seemed to require the total obliteration of millions of families specifically to give Tom Cruise an opportunity to prove to his *own* family that he wasn't a douchebag.

Very nice to see James Oberg's "New Earths" get a mention here. Classic little book.

I'd seen the movie back in '77 and was so distracted by the awfulness I didn't notice the soundtrack at the time. But seeing it again today, I have to agree — it really is something. I believe I'd actually pay money for it.

Anything by Frederick Pohl, I find, is almost always a pick-me-up, even when the subject matter is serious (which it usually is). Pohl's writing style has a jaunty energy that really puts me in a good mood.

You're not the only one.