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1. The Diamond Age, or A Young Lady’s Illustrated Primer by Neal StephensonHT: SFSignal
2. The Road by Cormac McCarthy
3. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
4. Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell
5. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
6. I Am Legend by Richard Matheson
7. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
8. A Canticle for Leibowitz by Walter M. Miller, Jr.
9. The Book of The New Sun by Gene Wolfe
10. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick
11. Neuromancer by William Gibson
12. V for Vendetta by Alan Moore and David Lloyd
13. World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks
14. The Sword of Spirits trilogy by John Christopher
15. The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
16. That Hideous Strength by CS Lewis
Art is an up-and-coming interface designer, working on the management of data flow along the Massachusetts Turnpike. He's doing the best work of his career and can guarantee that the system will be, without question, the most counterintuitive, user-hostile piece of software ever pushed forth into the world.
Why? Because Art is an industrial saboteur. He may live in London and work for an EU telecommunications megacorp, but Art's real home is the Eastern Standard Tribe.
Instant wireless communication puts everyone in touch with everyone else, twenty-four hours a day. But one thing hasn't changed: the need for sleep. The world is slowly splintering into Tribes held together by common time zones, less than families and more than nations. Art is working to humiliate the Greenwich Mean Tribe to the benefit of his own people. But in a world without boundaries, nothing can be taken for granted - not happiness, not money, and, most certainly, not love.
Which might explain why Art finds himself stranded on the roof of an insane asylum outside Boston, debating whether to push a pencil into his brain....
In this dazzling novel, the book that established his international reputation, Roberto Bolano tells the story of two modern-day Quixotes -the last survivors of an underground literary movement, perhaps of literature tself- on a tragicomic quest through a darkening, entropic universe: our own. The Savage Detectives is a exuberant, raunchy, wildly inventive, and ambitious novel from one of the greatest Latin American authors of our age.
The pathos of The Savage Detectives lies in that single contrast—the pathos of the ardent young poets who cavort like satyrs and nymphs in the sacred wood of high poetry and, then again, have to drag their way around the hardscrabble streets of Mexico City, and sometimes die all too soon,... The Savage Detectives sings a love song to the grandeur of Latin American literature and to the passions it inspires
To the world of today the men of medieval Christendom already seem remote and unfamiliar. Their names and deeds are recorded in our history-books, their monuments still adorn our cities, but our kinship with them is a thing unreal, which costs an effort of imagination. How much more must this apply to the great Islamic civilization, that stood over against medieval Europe, menacing its existence and yet linked to it by a hundred ties that even war and fear could not sever. Its monuments too abide, for those who may have the fortunate to visit them, but its men and manners are to most of us utterly unknown, or dimly conceived in the romantic image of the Arabian Nights. Even for the specialist it is difficult to reconstruct their lives and see them as they were. Histories and biographies there are in quantity, but the historians for all their picturesque details, seldom show the ability to select the essential and to give their figures that touch of the intimate which makes them live again for the reader. It is in this faculty that Ibn Battuta excels.
Ibn Battuta was the only medieval traveller who is known to have visited the lands of every Muslim ruler of his time. He also travelled in Ceylon (present Sri Lanka), China and Byzantium and South Russia. The mere extent of his travels is estimated at no less than 75,000 miles, a figure which is not likely to have been surpassed before the age of steam.
in which Tim Mackintosh-Smith follows in the footsteps of 14th Century Moroccan scholar Ibn Battutah, who covered 75,000 miles, 40 countries and three continents in a 30-year odysseyYou can watch the 1st part of that documentary online via youtube:
and our cat shows enough evidence of possible demon possession already. I just can't take the risk.Caution: Fleeing demons sometimes lodge in snails, spiders, cockroaches, or other small house pets.
Any connection between this film version of Journey to the Center of the Earth and Jules Verne’s 1864 novel... must be considered purely coincidental. Verne wrote a dark, claustrophobic Age of Exploration fantasy; the film is a ridiculously opulent Cinemascope colour spectacle.
But it's really not very striking make-believe, when all is said and done. The earth's interior is somewhat on the order of an elaborate amusement-park tunnel of love. And the attitudes of the people, toward each other and toward another curious man who happens to be exploring down there at the same time, are conventional and just a bit dull.
It’s a stern reminder that those FBI warnings you see before EVERYTHING can actually have some real-world consequencesbut by the time I see the warnings I've Bought The DVD Already! They are harassing the wrong people, I'm tellin' ya. The paying customer is not the one to hassle. If I had to read warnings about how it was illegal to steal clothing every time I got dressed, or wait for the finger to quit shaking in my face every time I wanted to open a food package, or listen to warnings about the evils of vehicle theft before I start my car each time it would make just as much sense. I'm sick of it! Send the criminals to jail. Fine. Just quit making life hard for the law-abiding DVD purchaser.
Now, thanks to a deal between Criterion and Hulu, you can watch six of the films, the first chapters in the long series, for free. This looks to be the first of a series of Hulu offerings from Criterion, and it’s a great start.
in the end perhaps the film is just a little too sedate and old-fashioned for its own good – Medak never quite lets his scares go often enough and mostly the film ends up being carried by the story which is structured with a sense of deepening mystery.
The leading lady of a theater company touring New Zealand was stunningly beautiful. No one -including her lover- understood why she married the company's pudgy producer. But did she rig a huge jeroboam of champagne to kill her husband during a cast party? Did her sweetheart? Or was another villain waiting in the wings? On a holiday down under, Inspector Roderick Alleyn must uncork this mystery and uncover a devious killer...
As image follows image, "Solarbabies" begins to look like an anthology of recent box office hits, derivative, unimaginative and desperate. All I was left with, at the end, was sympathy for the actors and technicians who worked so hard and endured such physical hardship on behalf of producers who couldn't be bothered to supply them with something worth doing.
Captain James T. Kirk – The Go-GetterKirk fans are a bit of a contradiction, they like to live life and they like to live it hard, but in the most out-of-date, predictable ways possible. Chauvinist? Yeah. Drunks? Probably. Pudgy? Almost always. The one thing about Kirk fans that you have to admire is they are not quitters, they are not afraid to fall and they are not afraid to get back up again. And don't get into an argument about who the best Star Trek captain is with them because they will not give an inch. They would rather cheat, lie, and go down in flames than give up.
The Culture - a human-machine symbiotic society - has thrown up many great Game Players, and one of the greatest is Gurgeh. Jernau Morat Gurgeh. The Player of Games. Master of every board, computer and strategy.
Bored with success, Gurgeh travels to the Empire of Azad, cruel and incredibly wealthy, to try their fabulous game...a game so complex, so like life itself, that the winner becomes emperor. Mocked, blackmailed, almost murdered, Gurgeh accepts the game, and with it the challenge of his life - and very possibly his death.
Yokozuna Asashoryu, one of the greatest Sumo grand champions in the history of the sport, announced his retirement in the afternoon of February 4th (JST) to the shock of many, including his peers.
The grappler's move was triggered by an incident during the January Grand Sumo Tournament, in which he allegedly assaulted a waiter -- an unforgivable act for a yokozuna.Asia One points out that "Asashoryu does not have Japanese citizenship, which is a prerequisite to stay in sumo postretirement." The Independent headline reads: "Star of Sumo quits in tears after brawl in Tokyo club, Drunken rampage forces champion wrestler from Mongolia to bow out" Business Week has an article.
The more one watches of The Spirit the more it starts to seem like Frank Miller has taken the visually arresting look he employed on Sin City ... only to conduct a remake of something like tv’s Batman (1966-8), which took all the heroic epithets and rendered the dialogue in an over-the-top parody of purple prose.... There’s an appealingly offbeat goofiness to it all... most audiences failed to understand The Spirit and it ended up being a big box-office flop.... One predicts though that in a few years time from now The Spirit is going to be rediscovered as a cult classic.Stop Tokyo opens with this: "The Spirit moved me. To tears. Of boredom." /film calls it "worse than expected." Roger Ebert gave it one puny star and calls it "mannered to the point of madness," saying "There is not a trace of human emotion in it. To call the characters cardboard is to insult a useful packing material." The New York Times says, "What is most striking about “The Spirit” is how little pleasure it affords, in spite of its efforts to be sly, sexy, heartfelt and clever all at once." Variety says, "Frank Miller's solo writing-directing debut plunges into a watery grave early on and spends roughly the next 100 minutes gasping for air. Pushing well past the point of self-parody..."
One of the key figures of the postwar American avant-garde, Kenneth Anger represents a fiercely original talent, relatively free of the independent circles and movements which his own work managed to anticipate in almost every case.The Bright Lights film blog has a report of a film screening hosted by Anger in 2008. Senses of Cinema describes him as
a high level practitioner of occult magic who regards the projection of his films as ceremonies capable of invoking spiritual forces. Cinema, he claims, is an evil force. Its point is to exert control over people and events and his filmmaking is carried out with precisely that intention.
It is puzzling as to why Sphere died a box-office death, as it is a fine film. One suspects the reason for such is that it eschews big-budget special effects, which are synonymous with science-fiction these days, in favour of cerebral, psychological drama.Roger Ebert gives it 1 1/2 stars and says, "The more the plot reveals, the more we realize how little there is to reveal, until finally the movie disintegrates into flaccid scenes where the surviving characters sit around talking about their puzzlements." The New York Times calls it "a solid thriller with showy scientific overtones". Variety describes it as "derivative" and "an empty shell." Entertainment Weekly pans it, saying it "sinks from the weight of its own heavyhandedness." The poor film only gets a 13% rating at Rotten Tomatoes.
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