Well, probably not, but today it’s all blues skies and fresh air outdoors, and my lily has the first of its flowers in full bloom:
That’s springy enough for me. Or it will be until the next dismal overcast Monday rolls round, when I will curse the Earth’s axial tilt and scowl at the world through closed windows… but until then, yay!
Well, y’all get another episode of truncated ramblings today; my girlfriend is visiting for the weekend, and for some strange reason she’s not too keen on watching me batter out the inconsequentia of my life on the interwebs when we could be out enjoying the clement weather.
But who am I to argue? After all, she just bought me The Chili Lover’s Cookbook, which is not only a wondrous gift of great puissance but a sign she knows me perhaps a little too well. Given that books and chilis are two of the most awesome things in the world, a book about chilis (and the correct usage thereof) is an item of great justice.
Suffice to say it’s been a busy week with its ups and downs, and that all is going well. While we’re talking about books, though, I’ll just list this week’s acquisitions, which are unusually numerous. In addition to final versions of Michael Cobley’s Seeds of Earth and Kay Kenyon’s City Without End (the latter in hardback – woohoo!), we have a new arrival in the shape of Tony Ballantyne’s Twisted Metal, which surely deserves some sort of award for its press release blurb: “In a world of intelligent robots who seem to have forgotten their own distant past, it is a time for war…”
Straight out of the Hollywood trailer playbook, eh? You can just imagine the guttural voice-over guy giving it his best clenched-fist-of-Conan bit. Looks like it could be an interesting read though, and has a cover to grab the eye of the avid mecha-war gamer:
Next is This Is Not A Game by Walter Jon Williams, which appears to be basically similar to Charlie Stross’ Halting State, if only in theme – it’s a technothriller about social networking and metaverse games, in other words. If it’s as good a read as Implied Spaces was, I’m sure it’ll be a corker.
Bland cover, though. Thriller marketing, I guess.
The nice people at Penguin are reissuing some more classics, and they’ve re-done John Christopher‘s cozy catastrophe The Death of Grass. Couldn’t make a book look a lot less sf-nal and a lot more literary, could you?
And finally a special mention for a book I ordered late last year (after Justin and I attended that lecture before the BSFA festivities up in the Big Smoke) – The Scientific Way of Warfare by Antoine Bousquet:
That’s going to make a bee-line for the top of the TBR pile, partly because I think it’ll be swift read, but also because everything Bousquet was talking about has only seemed to increase inrelevance in the last few months. And what a great cover!
Right, that’s the book porn sorted, so I’ll bid you adieu – I’ve doing the ‘meet the parents’ thing, so I’d better have my yearly bath. 😉
Have a great weekend, people. Laters!
[ 1 – I’ll win her over eventually. Either that or she’ll realise she’s going out with an incorrigable geek and take the honourable way out. ]
[ 2 – Seriously, sf publishing houses – hire someone who knows a bit more about the conventions of the genre to write these things. Sure, you want to sell it, but you can do that without sounding daft and/or desperate. I know this guy who could do that sort of thing, as it happens… ]