Okay, I will admit, I think Friday snuck up on me. I’m not sure how it happened because I am usually looking for Friday on Tuesday and this week was no different. But I wake up this morning and BAM!! Friday. I was nearly shocked into silence and reflection on how entertaining my week has been and what I can share with all of you. I must say, Friday got here despite the fact that upon review I could find very, very little outside the olympics that has piqued my interest.
I read three books this week. Do you want to know why I am not reviewing them? I am not even writing their titles down here for you because they were so bad I don’t even want to waste your time reading a review of how much they sucked. Really, poor grammar, weak prose, a plot thinner than an anorexic supermodel on coke and with more freaking plot holes than Plan 9 from Outer space. Yes people who bad, and I liked Plan 9 come to think of it. I finished the books in question, but only because I had nothing better to do at the time, and again, one of the limitations of Kindle…deleting the book isn’t nearly as satisfying as stepping out onto the lawn and attempting to set a shotput distance record with a craptacular novel. Really there is no competition there. I dare you to try it in the future once you find you have spent $6.99 on something you could have coughed up in your sleep. It will make you feel better.
On a separate note I did have a literary epiphany this week for a short story. The tale of the first zombie combat league, wherein post apocalyptic men and women ride their zombies in an arena style combat attempting to bite the other person with their zombie while attempting to render the other rider’s zombies dead with heavy hand weapons. It is shaping up both comically and nicely and might actually make a good short story.
The only other highlight I can give you this week is a conversation I had about the greatest science fiction authors of the twentieth century and where Phillip K. Dick fits into that list. As it turns out, a number of people have not read any of his works unaware that he was the literary giant behind such movie plots such as; Blade Runner, Minority Report, Total Recall, Paycheck, etc. I think the list is about twelve films in all. Not enough people have read his work, which includes, at least in my mind, his two masterpieces, A Scanner Darkly, a novel that is the biggest indictment of the drug scene of the 60’s and 70’s I have read even though it is set well into the future, and Ubik, a mind bending trip into the future of 1992 where death has moved from an event, to a process. The newly deceased are placed in cryogenic “cold-pac” and taken to a moratorium where their active minds interact with each other, and, when called upon, with the outside world, in a state called “half life.”
Psychic powers have moved into the mainstream and there are precognitives and telepaths like those who work for Ray Hollis, serving as the agents of corporate espionage. This in turn creates a fertile market for organizations, such as Runciter Associates, to hire out anti-psis to win back personal freedom. Hollis tricks Runciter and a team of his best anti-psis, to a facility on Luna and a humanoid bomb explodes in their midst. This is all just set-up for the journey that will follow.
So I guess the real word for the week is pick up a Phillip K. Dick novel and some caffeine and sit down for an unsettling ride that might leave you a paranoid insomniac, but will not leave you dissatisfied in the literature department.