![]() ![]() The nearest I let myself approach sci fi normally is watching Matt Groening’s Futurama.īut to broaden my horizons I trekked to the science fiction store in downtown Melbourne only to find that most of their stock had been moved to a comic festival on at the same time on the other side of town. Not that I wouldn’t enjoy it, but I find it would be too easy for me to lock the door to my apartment, buy a pair of Vulcan ears and play online multi-players until I’m featured as a cautionary tale on a Current Affairs program. I have to admit I’ve always shied away from reading science fiction in the past. Perhaps with the rise of e-publishing, we’ll see a return to the short story form. These were often a way for writers to make money, but that didn’t mean those writers didn’t also fiercely believe in the validity of what they were writing as well. Eons ago, short stories once roamed the Earth in pulp sci-fi publications. ![]() Okay, I know my last post was in defence of the New Yorker and I adore that publication and the short stories it promotes, but I wanted to read around and see what else the short story offered, over brutal, grinding realism. I want to write about this story immediately. (Yes, I’m sitting in Starbucks, and yes, I’m drinking a latte, but you could have probably guessed that part anyway). ![]() Wow, I’ve just finished reading this and have just put it down. ![]()
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