I picked up
adrian_turtle's copy of Fugue State, by John M. Ford, this afternoon. I've been reading it in bits, in between helping her carry stuff around her lab, dinner, and such. The structure of the story seems to go with that.
When I got to the end, I said, quietly, "Mike, you are a strange man."
I've been reading too many things that have unreliable narrators, or are about the inherent unreliability of narrative, or both. I'll have some things to say about Alison Bechdel's excellent memoir Fun Home in a day or five, and I'm most of the way through Midnight's Children.
Rereading Sorcery and Cecilia between the Bechdel and the Ford was rather a relief.
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When I got to the end, I said, quietly, "Mike, you are a strange man."
I've been reading too many things that have unreliable narrators, or are about the inherent unreliability of narrative, or both. I'll have some things to say about Alison Bechdel's excellent memoir Fun Home in a day or five, and I'm most of the way through Midnight's Children.
Rereading Sorcery and Cecilia between the Bechdel and the Ford was rather a relief.
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