Harry Connolly’s Pure genius, mate!
I was going to write a polemic about the “christian” right in American politics, but decided my blood pressure couldn’t take the strain today. So, instead I’m writing my overdue review of Harry Connolly’s books, Child of Fire and Game of Cages. Okay, if you don’t like anything fantastical or supernatural, my advice would be to look away now. But you’ll be missing good reads. Your loss. There’s no vampires, werewolves or angels in these books, although there is quite a lot of magic. I read them right after finishing one of Charles Stross’s Laundry books and it seemed to...
This isn’t my first riot, you know
My taste for nostalgia only goes so far. I was eating my wife’s homemade pulled pork last night (very nice it was, too) and trying to remember where I used to get pulled pork in the ghetto I lived in over 20 years ago in Washington D.C. Most of my friends lived in and around Adams Morgan, just north of Dupont Circle in NW (northwest, as all the Washington areas are quartered into NW, NE, SE, SW). But that’s not the point. In the course of reminiscing with some of those friends, one of them posted a link to an...
