The other day, I convinced some of my friends to watch one of my favorite movies.
‘We’re going to watch The Prestige in honor of David Bowie. You want to join us?’
‘Did you know he was a racist and a pedophile?’ they replied.
That was an interaction that actually took place in real life, but an approximation of it has been filling my social media feed over the past few days.
Continue reading “The corrective to hagiography is not reductionism”
I recently read two books back-to-back and ended up comparing them the way you do when things are sort of similar and still fresh in your mind.
I first read Frank Herbert’s Dune. Somehow — or rather, intentionally to make it easier to sell posthumous related-media — the brand of the author has gotten ingrained in the culture enough that it takes quite a lot of effort to state the title or franchise any other way.
It is an amazing work of science fiction, but shares as many elements and tropes with fantasy that when I next read Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn: The Final Empire, I kept drawing parallels.
Continue reading “Fear is the mind killer, so burn brass”