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NOT A REVIEW - Unfriendly Persuasion by Steven H. Wilson (With a preview chapter)

Well, after all, I can’t exactly review my own book, now can I? But what I can do is tell you a bit about the story of my third novel. Two stories, actually, the one in the book, and the one which relates how the book came to be.

Unfriendly Persuasion is, as its subtitle states, a tale from the Arbiter Chronicles. I think most of my readers are familiar with the audio Science Fiction series I created a dozen or so years ago, but, just in case, here’s a capsule synopsis:

Several centuries in...

REVIEW – Friday by Robert A. Heinlein

I received a copy of Heinlein’s Friday as a Christmas gift my senior year in high school.  It had been out since the previous April, but I guess I wasn’t yet a rabid enough Heinlein fan to have picked it up the day it came out.  Friday was, I believe, the book that changed me into that rabid fan.  

It was hailed as Heinlein’s return to his former glory.  On the book jacket of the hardcover edition, Harlan Ellison said “Friday is Heinlein back in control.”  I’ve never polled readers to ask if t...

REVIEW - The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern

“You’re not destined or chosen, I wish I could tell you that you were if that would make it easier, but it’s not true. You’re in the right place at the right time, and you care enough to do what needs to be done. Sometimes that’s enough.”

An odd statement to select from a book that’s about predicting the future, about superior forces controlling the lives and destinies of unsuspecting mortals, about lovers trapped in a contest from which death is the only escape, and happiness together not an ...

REFLECTION - Immortality

So I was thinking about Will Robinson.  Why? you may well ask.  I couldn’t sleep the other night, so I pulled up Hulu Plus on the Blu-Ray and looked for something that would soothe me and which I could fall asleep on without worrying about what I missed.  Episodes of many TV series of the sixties are so ingrained in my mind that they feel more like memories of old times than fiction.  I know my way around the Jupiter Two or the Enterprise as well as I know every inch of the house I grew up in...