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        06-17-07: Preview for Podcast of Monday, June
          18, 2007 : Be Prepared.
      Here's an MP3
          preview of the Monday June 18, 2007 podcast for The Agony Column.
          Enjoy! 
           
           
 
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        06-16-07: NPR URL For Vampire Lit Now Accessible
      
  
      NPR
      has just created the URL where you'll be able to get the audio for my
      report on vampire
      fiction. You can even use the Email this story link now, and
      it would be helpful if you did so. Working the system! Thanks!  
       
     
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        06-15-07 Update: Vampire Fiction on Weekend All Things Considered 
         
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        Harris, Huston, Marks, Moore 
         My
        report on vampire fiction featuring Charlaine Harris, Charlie Huston,
        John Marks, and Christopher Moore will air tomorrow on Weekend
          All Things Considered, assuming that actual news does not displace
          it. Check
        out the website at NPR.org – the story should go up there at around
        2-3 PM PDT, and as ever, please email the heck out of it. And enjoy,
        it was really
        fun to put it together – almost as fun as reading, which I shall
        now permit myself to do. I'll post that URL when I get it, stay
        tuned!   
         
       
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        06-15-07:
            'Interfictions' Edited by Theodora Goss & Delia
        Sherman ; KUSP Digitization Drive 
        
  
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        An Anthology of Interstitial Writings
         
          
      
 
        
        
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      Small Beer Press brings the world a lot of great fiction that just doesn't
            fit elsewhere. They're just slightly out of alignment with literary reality,
            which is why they produce so much work that's actually of literary import
            as well as enjoyable to read. Note that those two qualities are found
            as often in the same books as one might hope.  
             
          Playing outside the rules once again is 'Interfictions: An Anthology of
          Interstitial Writings' (Interstitial Arts Foundation / Small Beer Press
          ; April 30, 2007 ; $18.00), edited by Delia Sherman and Theodora
          Goss.
          In this case, Small Beer Press is the distributor, which means, as I said
          above, they're bringing the world this collection, while the publisher
          is the very interesting Interstitial
          Arts Foundation. The mission is pretty
          clear: publish stuff that falls between the cracks, that lies outside of
          any single and perhaps all genres. They call themselves Artists Without
          Borders, so expect to find literature, visual arts, music and performance
          arts. Their list of contributors on the website is pretty amazing; Ellen
          Kushner, Gregory Frost, Heinz Insu Fenkl and Eve Sweetser; all these just
          writing essays. There's a lot to look at and more importantly read, and
          they seem to have chosen to publish on line the sort of material one can
          read online. 
           
          The anthology is quite stellar. Heinz Insu Fenkl provides the introduction
          that lays out the groundwork of what they're doing. It's not just a haphazard
          kitchen sink approach. Thought and theory are applied with skill and enthusiasm.
          But in the end, I'm afraid, we care about the fiction. And that's where
          this book really shines. 
           
          Christopher Barzak's "What We Know About the Lost Families of –––– House" is
          the perfect example of how fiction can be simultaneously quite experimental
          and as a result, utterly approachable. Posed like a Q&A, it's the story
          of its unfortunate effect on those who make the mistake of living there.
          It simply drew me in immediately with a matter-of-fact delivery of facts
          that don’t bear close examination. Superb, slick prose in the
          service of subversive agenda. How could one not like it? 
           
          Or Rachel Pollack's 'Burning Beard', taking Joseph out of the Bible and
          into a modern storytelling idiom, along with lots of Egyptian mythology.
          Here again, the experimental aspect of the literature is the adoption of
          a rather breezy tone applied to subjects that do not usually get such a
          treatment. Plus, it's funny, with mordant prose applied to fantastic, well
          Biblical-sized events. 
           
          The list of writers is pretty amazing, so I'm just going to blurt them
          out in alphabetical order: Karen Jordan Allen, "Alternate Anxieties",
          Christopher Barzak, "What We Know About the Lost Families of - House",
          K. Tempest Bradford, "Black Feather", Matthew Cheney, "A
          Map of the Everywhere", Michael DeLuca, "The Utter Proximity
          of God", Adrián Ferrero, "When It Rains, You'd Better
          Get Out of Ulga" (translated from Spanish), Colin Greenland, "Timothy",
          Csilla Kleinheincz, "A Drop of Raspberry" (translated from Hungarian),
          Holly Phillips, "Queen of the Butterfly Kingdom", Rachel Pollack, "Burning
          Beard - The Dreams and Visions of Joseph Ben Jacob, Lord Viceroy of Egypt",
          Joy Marchand, "Pallas at Noon", Anna Tambour, "The Shoe
          in SHOES' Window", Veronica Schanoes, "Rats", Léa
          Silhol, "Emblemata" (translated from French), Jon Singer, "Willow
          Pattern", Vandana Singh, "Hunger", Mikal Trimm, "Climbing
          Redemption Mountain", Catherynne Valente, "A Dirge for Prester
          John", and Leslie What, "Post hoc". Many of these have
          graced the pages of this column, because I find this sort of fiction
          really interesting.  
           
          The volume concludes with 'The Spaces Between', a Q&A with the
          editors about matters that will concern a fair number of the readers
          of this book;
          stuff about submissions and how the stories were chosen and the rulebook,
          so to speak for interstitial fiction. (Yes, I know that's something
          of an oxymoron.) 
           
          On a hold-it-in-your-hands note, the book is very nicely printed and
          bound. It has a quality feel to it. Each story is followed by a brief
          paragraph
          from the author. The cover is very nice, but it might not jump out
          at you in the store, so take the time to go between the cracks. If
          you
          like literary
          fiction, weird fiction, or more simply: to read ; then pick up this
          anthology. Turn to almost any page. You'll see what I'm talking about.
          And, if you
        don’t already know it, why Small Beer Press is a really a big deal.  
         
      
      
     
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          On Friday, June 15, from 10:00 AM PDT until 11:00 AM PDT, I'll be running
            an edit of my most recent interview with Cory Doctorow for the Digitization
            Drive for KUSP. They're trying to upgrade to the digital radio format
            that's been steamrollered over us so we can all buy new hardware.
          I'm hoping that some of my listeners will be willing to call in and
          donate
            for this cause during the show, or do so online during the show.          
             
          During the show.       
           
          Last time we had one of these here pledge drive thingies, I had the delightful
          experience of hosting a show during which nobody called, nobody donated
          and  I was paired with the NPR Mephistopheles. He was really nice guy,
          super pro, but they dropped me on the board and didn't mention which pot
          was his. It was a complete and utter embarrassment and any of the pledgy
          stuff, well I just blew that totally. I expect a similar performance on
          the morrow and am prepared to be humbled, but if a couple of readers called
          during the show, that might at least make them less likely to shoot me
          in the office. So, the number to call is 1-800-655-5877. I hope to hear
        from you. Thanks! 
         
      
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        06-14-07: A Review of John Burdett's 'Bangkok Haunts' ;
        Jesse Ball Listens to 'Samedi the Deafness'
      
       
 
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      'Bangkok
      Haunts', John
      Burdett's third Sonchai Jitpleecheep novel is to
            my mind his best yet. It has more ghosts and more humor in the service
            of a powerfully orchestrated plot of revenge. Burdett's prose, his evocation
            of the Buddhist perspective in the voice of Sonchai Jitpleecheep, is
            compellingly alien and familiar. Here's
            my full-length, in-depth, spoiler-free review of 'Bangkok Haunts'. Sure, I miss the Chip Kidd book cover of
            the sort that made 'Bangkok
            8' so delightful. Kidd did do the dust jacket,
            though, and it's very nice. Pertinent, too.  
             
          For readers of horror fiction, this Burdett novel will offer the
            best evidence that it is still possible to write utterly innovative
            horror
            fiction that
          is in all respects very different from everything else out there. His
            sense of supernatural is super-convincing. It's the matter-of-fact
            presentation
          of a spiritual world-view that makes 'Bangkok Haunts' such an unusual
            novel. It's rife with all sorts of otherworldly events and beings,
            yet it does
          not feel at all like any other "horror" novel I've ever read. 
           
          Mystery readers will find an equally fresh approach to the genre. Burdett
          upends just about every trope you expect to find in a police procedural,
          just as matter of course. None of this seems forced or arch. The world
          that Sonchai inhabits is already so over-the-top that it is beyond satire.  
           
          But it's not beyond genuine warmth. The characters seem vivid and real.
		  If you;ve not read the first two books in the series, you should; the first is
		  'Bangkok 8' and the second is 'Bangkok
		  Tattoo'.  
          Burdett should be on your auto-buy list, and he's currently on tour
          from Bangkok. Here are his tour dates. He's worth listening to – and
          of course reading.  
         
      
     
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      Is it really desirable
      to remember it all? We now know that we can suppress our memories by ingesting
      chemical compounds shortly after a traumatic
            experience, and the morality of such a decision is not obvious or
      apparent. Our memories are elided without our planning or permission. This
      becomes
            particularly pertinent with regards to those who witness a crime.
      Eyewitness testimony is the most believable and the most inaccurate. Often
      we do
            not know that we are witnessing a crime until after the fact. Our "you
            must remember this" switches aren't on. We have to work our
            way backwards into the past.  
             
          This is not the problem faced by James Sim, the mnemonist at the center
          of 'Samedi the Deafness' (Vintage Original Publication ; September 4, 2007
          ; $12.95) by Jesse Ball. One fine Sunday morning, James Sim goes out to
          buy a newspaper, which he takes to read in the park. Absorbed in his own
          thoughts, he looks up when he hears a shout. A man crumples in the field
          in the distance. James approaches him, sees that the man has been stabbed,
          many times, and asks his name. Thomas McHale, the man replies. He then
          follows on with series of mysterious but clearly meaningful confessions.
          Names, places. A particular name, Samedi. It's so much information that
          the reader might think James would have a hard time remembering it.  
           
          But he's a mnemomist.  
           
          He has a photographic memory and recall is the least of his worries.  
           
          Soon he'll read of yet another suicide on the lawn of the White House.
          The carries a note signed SAMEDI. Soon, James will find himself pursued,
          kidnapped. Locked in a mansion with compulsive liars. He'll meet a woman
          named Grieve. And then things will get strange.  
           
          Any genre reader will perk up their ears at the name Samedi. We all know
          the good Baron, who has made appearances in science fiction novels by Richard
          Morgan ('Broken
          Angels') and William Gibson and supernaturally tinged novels
          by Neil Gaiman ('American
          Gods') and Tim Powers. We know from the get-go,
          then, that reality is going to be undermined in Jesse Ball's novel. But
          dive and you'll quickly become aware of just how much one can undermine
          reality in a simple novel.  
           
          'Samedi the Deafness' is a very strange novel. Written in a dash-style
          blackout series of scenes, set in a seven-day span, it's subversively easy-to-read.
          That makes assimilating it all the more ... unusual. Readers who enjoy
          writers like Chuck Palahniuk and Jonathan Lethem are directed to this novel.
          Readers who are too comfortable in this reality are too, and those who
          have never felt comfortable. This is not a novel to comfort you. 
           
          Jesse Ball is not the comforting sort either. Take
          a look at his peculiar in the best way website. He's a poet and a provocateur. I regret to inform
          you that his website may deliberately frustrate you, though the design
          is simply outstanding. It may shock you. I read a bit from one of his other
          book there that was quite disturbing. Girls in a box as a present for your
          gal. Ankles.  
           
          I think a lot of people will either be talking or complaining about
          'Samedi the Deafness' when it arrives late in August. I think that
          Vintage Books
          is doing a smart thing with a trade paperback original debut novel.
          It's not his first book–you look at that website, you'll see
          plenty of books. You can even order the Girls in a box book.  
           
        It's the perfect gift for someone you want to remember you. 
         
      
     
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      06-13-07: Michael A. Stackpole Explores
        'The New World' ; A Review of Tony Ballantyne's 'Divergence'  
     
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      Michael Stackpole concludes
      The Age of Discovery trilogy with 'The New World' (Spectra / Bantam / Random
      House ; June 26, 2007 ; $15.00) – and
            you know that summer has arrived.  
             
          We hear a lot about summer reading, and how it has to be frothy fun. Well,
          sure it does, and Stackpole provides the fantasy version, but he offers
          readers just enough more to make his work worth seeking out. Sure, those
          things might be on the surface of the novel, but hey, I read the surface
          of novels as well as plumb the depths. And I happen to enjoy the surface
          of novels, and I happen to especially enjoy the surface of novels that
          have some aspects of fantasy and throw in some science fictiony type stuff.
          Stackpole does this and he does it exceptionally well. 
           
          Having setup the world of Nine Principalities in 'A
          Secret Atlas' and
          fleshed it out in 'Cartomancy', he whips up a storm in 'The New World'.
          And it
          is a New World, with a lot of original fillips that one will not usually
          find in your standard GCFT. (Generic Celtic Fantasy Trilogy.) Stackpole
          spins his story not from pastoral medieval Britain, but from the vital
          and grasping Age of Exploration. What this change immediately does
          is to give him a wider canvas with more opportunities for interesting
          action,
          characters and here's what I like – technology. Though Stackpole
          is clearly writing the sort of easily-read fantasy that is captivating
          enough to make you forget the beach you’re sitting on, he litters
          the work with technology significantly more advanced than rocks, spears
          and swords. It gives the series a more complicated feel, a deeper texture. 
           
          Stackpole follows this up with interesting characters who are intelligently
          written and tend not to go into dark caves alone. And better still,
          a fair number of monsters and weird critters. Some people are coo-coo
          for Cocoa
          Puffs, others are suckers for serpent people, and I happen to be among
          the latter. (I prefer Cocoa Crispies to Puffs, thankyouverymuch.) Stackpole
          also glosses his fantasy with lots of Oriental flourishes that give
          'The
          New World'
          a much more
          exotic
          feel.
          If the
          books lend themselves
          to being read near the water – like on a beach – then this
          is not too surprising.  
           
          Given the import of books like Naomi Novik's 'His
          Majesty's Dragon' (the
          Temeraire series) and Austin Grossman's 'Soon
          I Will Be Invincible', it's
          probably not a bad time to mention that Stackpole shares a background
          in computer game design with these writers, which
          he writes about on his website. Not
          so long ago, I would have counted that against
          an author. But if I ever did so in print before, I'll not do so now.
          The world of computer games is proving a fertile ground for developing
          writers.
        Indeed, it may be The New World.  
         
      
      
     
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      with us, though not in the form that the ancient religious institutions
      would have us believe. But they’re not writing a lot
            of parables these days. No that's down to writers like Tony
            Ballantyne,
            who in 'Divergence' sets a drawing room afloat in space with passengers
            there to converse about the meaning of life while deftly avoiding
      death.  
             
          Ballantyne's trilogy is very peculiar science ficion. Since you've got
          spaceships and encounters in space, the space opera description is certainly
          obvious, but this book most reminds me of Philip K. Dick's 'The Three Stigma
          or Palmer Eldridch'. Both books use a space journey to provide a means
          of discussing problems that were until recently the sole provenance of
          religious thinkers. Ballantyne also goes for a spectacular climax that
          is joyously hallucinatory, a special-prose effect extravaganza that creates
          some lovely visuals and justifies the glorious covers of Dominic Harman
          on the UK editions.  
           
          Stateside, you can now pick up all three book for just a hair over twenty
          bucks and plow through them without pause. I prefer the UK trade paperbacks,
          but then, I'm fussy that way. It's always preferable to refrain from beginning
          a series until the final book comes out, just to be sure that the series
          is going to get finished in this lifetime. 'Divergence'
          is reviewed here.
          I'd love to think of Saint Augustine brought to life in our century, and
          were that to be the case, I think the most interesting literature to him
          would not be the administrivia of the Church. No, Augustine was a man who
          wanted to think about our soul, about our inner freedom and bondage. If
          wanted to read about those concepts, wrapped up and delivered in a science
          fiction series, Tony Ballantyne's 'Recursion' / 'Capacity' / 'Divergence'
        trilogy would be pretty damn good place to start. 
         
      
      
     
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      06-12-07: Jeff Prucher Discovers 'Brave New Words' ; A Review
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      Books about the science
      fiction genre can speak to much more than an ill-defined genre of literature.
      When we examine our most free-form,
          imaginative literary
        creations, we're looking at ourselves in a funhouse mirror. Our hopes
          and fears and dreams and insecurities dance before our eyes, brought
          to life
        in the words we have written – and created. Science fiction is
        perhaps one of the most fertile grounds for neologisms, those made-up
        words, that
        within the genre are used to describe technologies, societies, events
        and philosophies that do not as yet exist. 'Brave New Words: The Oxford
        Dictionary
        of Science Fiction' by Jeff Prucher is an annotated lexicon of science
        fiction's neologisms. It's 278 pages of made-up words, defined. It is
        the bits and
        shreds of our shattered psyches, catalogued, analyzed, brought to light.  
         
        Prucher is straightforward and thorough. He tells us from the get-go
        that, "My
        use of "science fiction" here excludes, for the most part, the
        genre of fantasy, while recognizing that the boundary between the two is
        indistinct at best; words that are used in both genres are represented, as
        are those in such hybrid genres as science fantasy." The book includes
        not just words coined in science fiction, but also those words coined to
        describe science fiction. So you get worldbuilding as sell as worldlet– neither
        of which is recognized by my built-in M$ Word dictionary.  
         
        The entries are generously laid out in type large enough to be easily read.
        You get: 
         
        Word {n,v,adj, etc} {Pronunciation, where applicable} Definition(s), Citations.  
         
        It's a simple formula and a fascinating book. You also get some breakout
        pages that collect words associated with major science fiction topics,
        such as Space Drives and Time Travel. These pages discuss the über-sbject
        and offer pointers to a variety of definitions associated with that subject.
        The cites are listed from earliest to latest, and Prucher offers readers
        an opportunity to submit updates and other cites via his website. 
         
        If you are among the readers who think that this sounds like the keenest
        thing since the jetpack, then run, don’t walk to your nearest local
        independent bookstore and buy it. You are indeed correct, you do need this
        book. If you think you might need this book for academic purposes, then once
        again, you’re correct -- go buy it. If you want something that
        will stimulate conversation instead of long strings of drool on the coffee
        table,
        then again, this is the book you seek.  
         
        The introduction by Gene Wolfe is as literate as you might expect, that is,
        very, but admirably brief. The setup pages and explanation pages are as nicely
        laid out as the main body of the book. No part of this book will hurt your
        eyes, and that is not often the case with a book that claims to be a dictionary.  
         
        'Brave New Words' is an essential book for almost any reader, any writer,
        in fact anybody. We understand our world with language, and as you page
        through this book, you'll realize that the power of science fiction stems
        not just
        from the collections of words that form novels, short stories and criticism.
        The individual words created by science fiction writers are the secret
        poetry that animates the genre and helps create our world. Many words
        that we take
        for granted as having been part of the language, well, forever, are indeed
        the work of a single author toiling away to create a novel. Like it or
        not, science fiction writers are building your future, one word at a
        time. This
        book catalogues those words, our world, our past and paints the future.  
         
         
      
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          I'm presenting a
          review of Tony Ballantyne's 'Capacity', his follow-up to 'Recursion'.
          I like Ballantyne's work a lot, and 'Capacity' is
          part of an ambitious trilogy. It can't hurt to say this too many times,
          so
            I find myself forced to mention that you can read 'Recursion' by
          itself, 'Capacity' is a sequel that to my mind requires you read both
          'Recursion'
            and 'Divergence'. You need to read 'Recursion' to know the world
          and because specific portions of the novel are referred to in 'Divergence'.
            You need to read 'Divergence' because 'Capacity' sets up portions
          of
            a story it does not finish. The UK Trade paperback original, the
          true first edition, puts it this way: "The end of Capacity. Judy's story
            will be completed in 'Divergence'" . The US Mass Market paperback
            just includes a teaser from the 'Divergence'.  
             
          I find it pretty interesting that they compare Ballantyne's books to those
          of Alastair Reynolds and Ian Banks, but to my mind the better comparison
          is William Gibson or Philip K. Dick. The 'Recursion ' / 'Capacity' / 'Divergence'
          books do get off earth and ramble about the cosmos, but they do so using
          for the most part floating drawing rooms. There the characters try to sort
          out who is who and what is what. Expect a lot of conversation that deals
          with Saint Augustine-like concepts of sin and free will. You may however,
          need your saint-like patience when it comes to putting together the plot.  
           
          Ballantyne's plotting style may confuse some readers, as he intermingles
          past and present for characters in a manner leaves you breathless. But
          for this reader, that's part of the appeal. Ballantyne writes what I call
          science fiction mysteries, but not in a future gumshoe manner. Instead,
          he presents you with separate mysterious worlds and plots and character
          and lets you figure out how they intermingle. One portion will often prove
          to be back story for another, just as this introduction provides, I hope
        a backdrop for the
        actual review. Here it is.  
         
      
     
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        "I read a short
        story before I get out of bed each morning," Helen Simpson says. "It's
        a way to steal a march on the day." Not surprisingly, Simpson's
        works are perfect for this plan, which strikes me as a very good idea.
        'In the Driver's Seat' (Knopf / Random House ; May 8, 2007 ; $22) collects
        eleven stories in 177 pages, each a self-contained world, a bubble in
        time. She deals in close-ups of men and women who in a moment, in a gesture,
        in a single savage phrase, reveal their lives, their hopes gone sour.
        Often this turns out to be,as it were, rather funny. 
         
        Simpson's language is simple and direct, but her ability to immerse the
        reader in the immediacy of a situation without really any exposition
        is simply amazing. But still, immediacy, smart writing, insight, all
        good – funny is better. And the dark sense of humor that Simpson
        brings to her work is utterly refreshing. She revels in the unpleasant
        truth, a truth that hurts so much the only workable response is a sort
        of uncomfortable laughter. But it's laughter all the same. "If I'm
        Spared" is a fantastic example of this. Tom is a foreign correspondent
        who has a bit of a hard time re-adjusting when he returns to his safe
        home. "So when Barbara in a crass moment asked him to do something
        like take out the rubbish, as she had tonight, it jarred. 'Sorry, I was
        miles away,' he'd said. 'Can't get that child out of my mind, the one
        I was telling you about who lost both her legs in the bombing. What did
        you say?'" Trouble is, the girl he can't keep out of his mind is
        Fiona, "proud of what in Pilates-speak was described as her inner
        corset."  
         
        
        
          
          
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        Kathryn Petruccelli        of KUSP interviewed Helen Simpson, and you can hear the (MP3 or RealAudio)
        reading that Simpson does, some partway through
        the conversation, from "If I'm Spared". It's probably the funniest
        reading you'll ever hear wherein a patient receives a bad cancer diagnosis.
        It's hysterical and Simpson's reading is a delight. Trust me, when you
        hear her talk with Kathryn and read from her work, you'll definitely
        be heading down to the bookstore to pick up the collection. The great
        thing is that having heard Simpson speak and read, you'll have that sort
        of delightful experience of hearing the stories in her voice when you
        do.  
         
        
        "Up at a Villa" is the kind of miniature vision that demonstrates
        Simpson's skills. It's a very short, one-scene story in which some teenagers
        using a hotel pool they're not supposed to be using are forced to hide
        when a new mum and dad show up. They become privy to a conversation that
        reveals much both about P&M but also about the kids. Pasts and futures
        collide and stumble into one another. It's a wonderfully crafted tale
        that could only work as short story, a story that demonstrates the power
        of the medium.  
         
        And once again, this is why we have to make an effort to break out of
        whatever our reading and other habits may be. We have to force ourselves
        to pick up books that are out of our comfort range, because you'll more
        often than not find that those books help extend our comfort range, or
        in the case of Simpson, our discomfort range. Simpson's work is engaging,
        charming and deadly. You might want to laugh, especially if you consider
        the alternatives. 
         
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