My body fluids are leaking out into the community.I'm trying to find comments made to my annual book polls here where kindly friends advised me to skip this depressing, miserable piece of whining, but apparently I imagined it. Author who hasn't done much sf writes a post-apocalypse novel where the decline of society mirrors the narrator's the decline into old age, and thinks it's something special. Avoid.
May Books 20) Toward the End of Time, by John Updike
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Scherven, by Erik de Graaf
NB: With Russia's unprovoked murderous assault on Ukraine, I am actively looking at alternative hosts for this journal, preferably those which…
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The stucco ceilings of Jan-Christian Hansche, part 6: the Charles Borromeo sacristy in Antwerp
Well, I've been able to change the colours of a couple of dots on my map: I have to start by reporting a dead end, unfortunately. The Inventaris…
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Carbone & Silicium, by Mathieu Bablet
Second frame of third chapter: Do you think so? French bande dessinée given to us for Christmas by a friend. Carbone…
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