129,864,880! to samo do nedelje...

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Elem, dakle, Allan Steele i njegov roman Arkwright.

Kao prvo, roman je bulvalno omaž svemu žanrovskom: piscima, pogotovo Hajnlajnu i Asimovu i Klarku; temama, pogotovo interstelarnom putovanju i kolonizaciji; erama, pogotovo onoj zlatnodopskoj; stilovima, pogotovo spejsopera palpičnom; ali ponaviše je omaž svetonazoru, i to onom sf-kon entuzijastičnom, koji je označio ne samo svetonazor nego i cajtgajst.

Dakle, jednom rečju prelepo. Ko god se sa gorenavedenim razume, taj će se naprosto topiti od sreće pri čitanju, jer format jeste 'ondašnji' ali sasvim prijatno osavremenjen, to tematski i jezički jednako. Meni Steele nikad nije bio nešto preterano blizak, u njegov Coyote univerz nekako nisam mogla da se uživim pa nisam ni insistirala, ali Arkwright je stvarno prelepo kodiran tekst, i ko može ta kod da 'provali', da tako kažem, uživaće u njemu silno. DeNardo kaže da je roman zapravo "ljubavno pismo fandomu", i to je tako tačno da tu stvarno nema šta da se doda. 


Priča startuje sa četvoro prijatelja koji se upoznaju na ranim konvencijama još iz Rodenberi ere, i, naravno, bacaju se u SF. Najuspešniji je Nathan Arkwright, čiji prvenac Galaxy Patrol  postaje cenjen i popularan temelj franšize. Ali Nathan ima ideju kako da iskoristi silne pare od franšize, pa sa prijateljima osniva zadudžbinu čiaj je jedina svrha da napravi intergalaktički brod kojim bi se dosegao Gliese 667, i tako se pravi Galactique i upućuje na dalek put. Roman prati generacije Arkwrightovih naslednika na zemlji, koji upravljaju fondacijom, i prati samu Galactique, nakon što stigne na odredište i startuje koloniju.


Šta da kažem, pravi mali dragulj, zabavno i maštovito i nostalgično i prelepo palpično, prepuno omaža svemu i svačemu i svakome – ukratko, a must read naslov.

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Coming Soon: RED ALERT: MARXIST APPROACHES TO SCIENCE FICTION CINEMA Edited by Ewa Mazierska and Alfredo Suppia




Explores the intersections of science fiction cinema and Marxism.

In Red Alert: Marxist Approaches to Science Fiction Cinema, editors Ewa Mazierska and Alfredo Suppia argue that Marxist philosophy, science fiction, and film share important connections concerning imaginings of the future. Contributors look at themes across a wide variety of films, including many international co-productions to explore individualism versus collectivism, technological obstacles to travel through time and space, the accumulation of capital and colonization, struggles of oppressed groups, the dangers of false ideologies, and the extension of the concept of labor due to technological advances.

Red Alert considers a wide swath of contemporary international films, from the rarely studied to mainstream science fiction blockbusters like The Matrix. Contributors explore early Czechoslovak science fiction, the Polish-Estonian co-productions of director Marek Piestrak, and science fiction elements in 1970s American blaxploitation films. The collection includes analyses of recent films like Transfer (Damir Lukacevic), Avalon (Mamoru Oshii), Gamer (Mark Neveldine and Brian Taylor), and District 9 and Elysium (Neill Blomkamp), along with more obscure films like Alex Rivera's materialist science fiction works and the Latin American zombie films of Pablo Parés, Hernán Sáez, and Alejandro Brugués. Contributors show that the ambivalence and inner contradictions highlighted by the films illustrate both the richness of Marx's legacy and the heterogeneity and complexity of the science fiction genre.

This collection challenges the perception that science fiction cinema is a Western or specifically American genre, showing that a broader, transnational approach is necessary to fully understand its scope. Scholars and students of film, science fiction, and Marxist culture will enjoy Red Alert.

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Peter F. Hamilton Next Space Opera: A NIGHT WITHOUT STARS



The follow-up novel to Peter F. Hamilton's The Abyss Beyond Dreams will be called A Night Without Stars. Here's the cover and synopsis:


Bestselling author Peter F. Hamilton returns to his acclaimed Commonwealth series in this thrilling follow-up to The Abyss Beyond Dreams. Featuring Hamilton's trademark blend of intricate plotting, riveting suspense, high-concept science, and vivid characters, A Night Without Stars brings the story to a fully satisfying finish.

After centuries trapped inside the Void, the planet Bienvenido—along with its inhabitants, both human and Faller—has been expelled into normal space. But the survivors are millions of light-years from the Commonwealth, which knows nothing of their existence. As the two races plunge into mortal conflict for sole possession of the planet, the humans seem destined to lose—despite the assistance of the mysterious Warrior Angel, who possesses forbidden Commonwealth technology.

With the Fallers' numbers growing, and their ability to mimic humans allowing them to infiltrate all levels of society, it's only a matter of time before they surge to victory. Then, on a routine space flight, Major Ry Evine inadvertently frees a captive vessel that crash-lands on Bienvenido carrying the last, best hope for human survival: a baby. But a far from ordinary one.

The child not only ages at a remarkable rate but demonstrates knowledge and abilities far beyond those of Bienvenido's humans. Hunted by Fallers and humans alike, she is a crucial link to humanity's lost past—and a glorious future already almost out of reach.

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I dok čekamo Angry Robot da bar objavi naslovnicu septembarskog Nectrotecha, bar imamo sinopsis:

Street thug Riko has some serious issues—memories wiped, reputation tanked, girlfriend turned into a tech-fueled zombie. And the only people who can help are the mercenaries who think she screwed them over.

In an apathetic society devoid of ethics or regulation, where fusing tech and flesh can mean a killing edge or a killer conversion, a massive conspiracy is unfolding that will alter the course of the human condition forever. With corporate meatheads on her ass and a necro-tech blight between her and salvation, Riko is going to have to fight meaner, work smarter, and push harder than she's ever had to. And that's just to make it through the day.



a upoznajemo pomalo i autorku:

K.C. Alexander (NECROTECH) on Transhumanism in Science Fiction



Transhumanism is Now

by K.C. Alexander

At its core, transhumanism is the belief that the use of technology can overcome or surpass human limitation. It sounds good, doesn't it? To be able to transition from the weak, often flawed meatbag bodies we were born with to something stronger, faster, unbroken, unlimited, even simply different. To surpass the limits of evolution itself is a tempting lure that haunts many of our more long-reaching dreams.

The process, the science and the art of utilizing technology to blow through the limits of our human ability, is not a new one. Although earlier efforts might seem primitive to us, we have been augmenting ourselves and our capabilities for centuries. The arc of technological progress gets steeper even as it gets exponentially shorter; our society has witnessed incredible advances in shorter bursts of time.

In my lifetime, I witnessed the rise of cell phones—bricks to clams to miniature computers—and the comparatively sharper incline of the internet. I remember a time when you had to call a friend's landline and leave a message on an answering machine if they weren't home. I remember when snail mail was just called mail. When text was the content of a book, and speaking of books, I remember when you had to go to a book store to buy one.

I'm barely into my thirties. In less than half a lifetime, we have a reached a technological state where smartphones are integrated so smoothly into everyday life that entire industries have had to adapt or die. When adults who scorn the concept of a "cyberpunk" future check the news on their laptops, smart TVs, phones, tablets, just to see which too big to fail corporation is getting away with breaking what laws.

I live in a world where the excesses and criminal activity of our corporations and government are more widely covered and reported on, but are followed by a total lack of the legal follow-through we thought protected us. In this world, this reality's Beast and Smiler are stepping up to square off in a presidential race that seems to have been carved out of the very fiber of Hollywood script factories,

And if the comparison to Warren Ellis' Transmetropolitan doesn't scare you, you are made of sterner stuff than I.

But it's not all bad, either. Because of these smartphones and the widespread adoption of the internet, we are more connected than we have ever been in any lifetime. Video calls connect family and loved ones, strangers sharing a common hobby, even school rooms across the world. We text at a moment's notice, enrich our minds with books we download in seconds, learn languages and make friends without ever having to leave the house.

And oh, did I mention the physical augmentation?

In this age we live in, prosthetics are being actively manufactured with direct ties to the brain. Utilizing signals sent when a person thinks about moving the missing limb, the prosthetic senses what nerves and muscles are reacting to the wavelength, and behaves accordingly. Fingers move. Wrists rotate. How awesome is that? Neurociences are mapping the mysteries of the mind and coming up with incredible medical marvels we could only speculate about thirty years ago. Nanos aren't too far away—every year, brilliant doctors, professors and engineers write papers on the subject of medical nano use.

At the rate we're going, can you imagine what comes after?

Nanos for preventative care. For general health. For everyday care. And then, probably not even a blink behind, for cosmetics. Prosthetics to replace missing limbs. Then to augment existing limbs. And then, because you know it's going to happen, to replace weaker limbs the user no longer wants. Why not?

Transhumanism, as a rule, says nothing about morals or ethics.

And that's why I write about it.

Years ago, I read the afore-mentioned Transmetropolitan, and to this day, I maintain that Warren Ellis had perhaps the clearest vision of the future we march inexorably to. As more and more of that world creeps into ours—the corporations labeled as "people", religious sects behaving in more outlandish and disruptive ways, mass shootings that lead to the government choosing money over safety, and pressing safety in exchange for the civil freedoms of its people—I watch that Transmet world loom ever closer.

We are destroying our world, and seem unable to stop our leaders from advancing its destruction. We turn furiously to our Twitter and Facebook and texts and Reddit and 4chan and light the flames of revolution, and succeed mostly in victimizing innocent people, setting our little corners of our media on fire, and then turning on the news to see it all ignored in favor of Hollywood glamor and farcical politics.

We have proven time and again that we will push what we learn to its farthest capability and then we will break something to push it farther. When we speak of transhumanism, it doesn't end with curing cancer, replacing a veteran's lost limb, or growing an ear. We speak of a world where what is flawed is no longer acceptable, where a new paradigm of social classism bears the scars of augmentation. We speak of advancement beyond human limitation—forgetting that so often, limitation is what reminds us that we are all human, all flawed, and all in this great rat race together.

As we overcome the limitations of our world, be it physical or social, we forget to be kind. To be good.

We forget to be human. Or is it that we will have transcended human?

I write about these questions. About a world that has fallen to easy gains and battered apathy. Where the concept of humanity has become a measure of how crowded a city is, not the ethos by which they live, and the technology pressed into service to do it. I write the future I see, in all its vicious, dynamic, ugly, vibrant, bloody glory.

When we as a species have no more limitations, what are we most likely to do? To ourselves? To each other? To anyone not "one of us"?

Adapt or die.

Necrotech is what happens when everyone disagrees on who should do which one.

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Los Angeles Times Book Prize nominee Ariel S. Winter explores the secret legacy of an enigmatic family in this thrillingly atmospheric novel with a compelling and unexpected twist.

Sapien is a relic of a bygone age, searching for meaning in a world where his outdated allegiances to a time long past have left him isolated and hopeless. Seeking peace and quiet, he retires to a beach house at Barren Cove, a stately Victorian manor even more antiquated than he.

He becomes increasingly fascinated with the family whose lives are entwined with the home—angry and rebellious Clark; flamboyant Kent; fragile, beautiful Mary; and most of all, Beachstone, the mysterious man whose history may hold all the answers Sapien has been searching for. As Sapien unlocks their secret loves and betrayals, the dangerous past of Barren Cove will indelibly change him...and who he is fated to become.

A brilliantly imaginative and poignant tale in the tradition of Kazuo Ishiguro and Neil Gaiman, Barren Cove is a luminous and surprising exploration of legacy, loss, and humanity itself.




What if you could live multiple lives simultaneously, have constant, perfect companionship, and never die? That's the promise of Join, a revolutionary technology that allows small groups of minds to unite, forming a single consciousness that experiences the world through multiple bodies. But as two best friends discover, the light of that miracle may be blinding the world to its horrors.

Chance and Leap are jolted out of their professional routines by a terrifying stranger—a remorseless killer who freely manipulates the networks that regulate life in the post-Join world. Their quest for answers—and survival—brings them from the networks and spire communities they've known to the scarred heart of an environmentally ravaged North American continent and an underground community of the "ferals" left behind by the rush of technology.

In the storytelling tradition of classic speculative fiction from writers like David Mitchell and Michael Chabon, Join offers a pulse-pounding story that poses the largest possible questions: How long can human life be sustained on our planet in the face of environmental catastrophe? What does it mean to be human, and what happens when humanity takes the next step in its evolution? If the individual mind becomes obsolete, what have we lost and gained, and what is still worth fighting for?




A page-turning debut in the tradition of Michael Crichton, World War Z, and The Martian, Sleeping Giants is a thriller fueled by an earthshaking mystery—and a fight to control a gargantuan power.

A girl named Rose is riding her new bike near her home in Deadwood, South Dakota, when she falls through the earth. She wakes up at the bottom of a square hole, its walls glowing with intricate carvings. But the firemen who come to save her peer down upon something even stranger: a little girl in the palm of a giant metal hand.
 
Seventeen years later, the mystery of the bizarre artifact remains unsolved—its origins, architects, and purpose unknown. Its carbon dating defies belief; military reports are redacted; theories are floated, then rejected.
 
But some can never stop searching for answers.
 
Rose Franklin is now a highly trained physicist leading a top secret team to crack the hand's code. And along with her colleagues, she is being interviewed by a nameless interrogator whose power and purview are as enigmatic as the provenance of relic. What's clear is that Rose and her compatriots are on the edge of unraveling history's most perplexing discovery—and figuring out what it portends for humanity. But once the pieces of the puzzle are in place, will the result prove to be an instrument of lasting peace or a weapon of mass destruction?



"Brilliant. Nothing but." ―Ben Fountain, author of Billy Lynn's Long Halftime Walk

At the bitter end of the 1960s, after surviving multiple assassination attempts, President John F. Kennedy has created a vast federal agency, the Psych Corps, dedicated to maintaining the nation's mental hygiene by any means necessary. Soldiers returning from Vietnam have their battlefield traumas "enfolded"--wiped from their memories through drugs and therapy--while veterans too damaged to be enfolded roam at will in Michigan, evading the Psych Corps and reenacting atrocities on civilians.

This destabilized, alternate version of American history is the vision of the twenty-two-year-old veteran Eugene Allen, who has returned from Vietnam to write the book at the center of Hystopia, the long-awaited first novel by David Means. The critic James Wood has written that Means's language "offers an exquisitely precise and sensuous register of an often crazy American reality." In Hystopia, Means brings his full talent to bear on the crazy reality of trauma, both national and personal. Outlandish and tender, funny and violent, timely and historical, Hystopia invites us to consider whether our traumas can ever be truly overcome. The answers it offers are wildly inventive, deeply rooted in its characters, and wrung from the author's own heart.




A fast-paced and gripping near-future science fiction debut about the gritty world of competitive gaming...

Every week, Kali Ling fights to the death on national TV.
She's died hundreds of times. And it never gets easier...

The RAGE tournaments—the Virtual Gaming League's elite competition where the best gamers in the world compete in a no-holds-barred fight to the digital death. Every bloody kill is broadcast to millions. Every player is a modern gladiator—leading a life of ultimate fame, responsible only for entertaining the masses.
 
And though their weapons and armor are digital, the pain is real.
 
Chosen to be the first female captain in RAGE tournament history, Kali Ling is at the top of the world—until one of her teammates overdoses. Now, she must confront the truth about the tournament. Because it is much more than a game—and even in the real world, not everything is as it seems.
 
The VGL hides dark secrets. And the only way to change the rules is to fight from the inside...

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ABOUT THE BOOK
On a far, frozen desert world, Muir the pilot discovers an ancient artefact in the ice. She sees a mermaid at first, but later comes to wonder if it is Ningyo, a fish god from her homeland in Japan. A god that brings misfortune and storm. A god that—by all means possible—should be returned to the sea. The rest of Base Station Un see something else. Bayoumi the lab rat sees Sekhmet the lioness goddess, daughter of the sun god. Partholon the creep finds in its shape a 'good, old-fashioned cruxifix'. But all of them want to possess it. All of them want it for themselves.

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Benji's lived his whole life in the same sleepy midwestern town—the same town his father grew up in, and his grandfather. But he wants nothing more than to put his past in the rearview mirror as soon as he graduates high school. Benji yearns for a Moment—the Moment that will redeem and transform his ordinary life. The Moment that will propel him into a new, star-bright future.

Then one night, the Moment happens: Benji and his tight group of friends—CR, Ellie, and Zeeko—accidentally shoot down a flying saucer in the local quarry. At Benji's urging, they decide to keep it a secret and solve its mysteries on their own. But as they face threats both earthly and alien, and old tensions among the friends surface, Benji begins to question whether this Moment is the miracle he's always dreamed of—or a curse that could destroy them all.



On a searing summer Friday, Eddie Chapman has been stuck for hours in a traffic jam. There are accidents along the highway, but ambulances and police are conspicuously absent. When he decides to abandon his car and run home, he sees that the trees along the edge of a stream have been burnt, and the water in the streambed is gone. Something is very wrong.

When he arrives home, the power is out and there is no running water. The pipes everywhere, it seems, have gone dry. Eddie and his wife, Laura, find themselves thrust together with their neighbors while a sense of unease thickens in the stifling night air.

Thirst takes place in the immediate aftermath of a mysterious disaster--the Chapmans and their neighbors suffer the effects of the heat, their thirst, and the terrifying realization that no one is coming to help. As violence rips through the community, Eddie and Laura are forced to recall secrets from their past and question their present humanity. In crisp and convincing prose, Ben Warner compels readers to do the same. What might you do to survive?




Twenty-five years ago, Noah Berkley's childhood was stolen from him.
Twenty-five years ago, he lost the first and only love of his life.
Twenty-five years ago, someone died at his hand.
Only now after all these years and spurred by the death of his father does Noah Berkley believe he can face the memories he buried in the winter of 1984.
But sometimes memories aren't the only things we recover when we reopen the wounds of the past...



DARKNESS PAST MEETS DARKNESS PRESENT

Claire, a private and outwardly content librarian, carries a secret: she is wracked with guilt over her twin brother Sam's accidental death fifteen years earlier. Claire's quiet life is threatened when Justin, an aggressive business developer, announces the renovation of Farmington's oldest textile factory, which is the scene of Sam's death, along with many other mysterious accidents throughout its long history. Claire not only feels a personal connection to the factory, but she also begins to receive "visitations" from her brother, which cause her to question her sanity. As Justin moves forward with his plans to renew the factory, Claire—and the town as a whole—discover that in Farmington, there is no clear line between the past and the present.




A nuanced story about artificial intelligence and digital immortality, Freenet plunges readers into the far future, when humans have closed distances in time and space through wormhole tunnels between interplanetary colonies. Consciousness has been digitized and cybersouls uploaded to a near-omniscient data matrix in a world where information is currency and the truth belongs to whoever has the greatest bandwidth.

When Simara Ying crash-lands on the desert planet Bali, she finds herself trapped in a cave-dwelling culture with no social network for support. Her rescuer, Zen Valda, is yanked into a new universe of complications he can scarcely grasp and into an infinite network of data he never knew existed. When brash V-net anchorman Roni Hendrik starts investigating how Simara became the subject of an interplanetary manhunt, he finds a dangerous emergence in the network that threatens all human life.

Freenet is an exciting new novel about the power of information, as well as the strength of love, in a post-digital age.




The history of humanity is about to change forever... On 5 December 1945, five TBM Avenger bombers embarked on a training mission off the coast of Florida and mysteriously vanish without a trace in the Bermuda Triangle. A PBY search and rescue plane with thirteen crewmen aboard sets out to find the Avengers ... and never returns. In 2168, a mysterious five-sided pyramid is discovered on the ocean floor of Jupiter's icy moon, Europa. Commander Mac O'Bryant and her team of astronauts are among the first to enter the pyramid's central chamber. They find the body of a missing World War II pilot, whose hands clutch a journal detailing what happened to him after he and his crew were abducted by aliens and taken to a place with no recognizable stars. As the pyramid walls begin to collapse around Mac and her team, their names mysteriously appear within its pages and they find themselves lost on an alien world. Stranded with no way home, Mac decides to retrace the pilot's steps. She never expects to find the man alive. And if the man has yet to die, what does that mean for her and the rest of her crew?

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One for sorrow, two for death...On Wrath, a dump-world for human outcasts, identical twins are feared. Only one will grow up human, while the other becomes a condemned monster with 'twisted' blood. When sixteen-year-old Kyle is betrayed, he flees for his life with the help of Sky, a rebel pilot with trust issues. As the hunt intensifies, Kyle soon realises that he is no ordinary runaway - although he has no idea why he warrants this level of pursuit. The hideous truth they discover could change the fate of Wrath and its harsh laws forever. Their reluctant, conflicted partnership will either save them - or bring about their destruction.



From the Pulitzer Prize winning Michael Chabon comes this bestselling novel for readers of all ages that blends fantasy and folklore with that most American coming-of-age ritual: baseball—now in a new edition, with an original introduction by the author.

Ethan Feld is having a terrible summer: his father has moved them to Clam Island, Washington, where Ethan has quickly established himself as the least gifted baseball player the island has ever seen. Ethan's luck begins to change, however, when a mysterious baseball scout named Ringfinger Brown and a seven-hundred-and-sixty-five-year-old werefox enter his life, dragging Ethan into another world called the Summerlands. But this beautiful, winter-less place is facing destruction at the hands of the villainous Coyote, and it has been prophesized that only Ethan can save it.

In this cherished modern classic, the New York Times bestselling, Pulitzer Prize winning author brings his masterful storytelling, dexterous plotting, and singularly envisioned characters to a coming-of-age novel for readers of all ages.




Reminiscent of the edgy, offbeat humor of Chris Moore and Matt Ruff, the first entry in a whimsical, fast-paced supernatural series from the New York Times bestselling author of the Sandman Slim novels—a dark and humorous story involving a doomsday gizmo, a horde of baddies determined to possess its power, and a clever thief who must steal it back . . . again and again.

22000 B.C. A beautiful, ambitious angel stands on a mountaintop, surveying the world and its little inhabitants below. He smiles because soon, the last of humanity who survived the great flood will meet its end, too. And he should know. He's going to play a big part in it. Our angel usually doesn't get to do field work, and if he does well, he's certain he'll get a big promotion.

And now it's time . . . .

The angel reaches into his pocket for the instrument of humanity's doom. Must be in the other pocket. Then he frantically begins to pat himself down. Dejected, he realizes he has lost the object. Looking over the Earth at all that could have been, the majestic angel utters a single word.

"Crap."

2015. A thief named Coop—a specialist in purloining magic objects—steals and delivers a small box to the mysterious client who engaged his services. Coop doesn't know that his latest job could be the end of him—and the rest of the world. Suddenly he finds himself in the company of The Department of Peculiar Science, a fearsome enforcement agency that polices the odd and strange. The box isn't just a supernatural heirloom with quaint powers, they tell him.

It's a doomsday device. They think . . .

And suddenly, everyone is out to get it.



Terraforming: Ecopolitical Transformations and Environmentalism in Science Fiction (Liverpool Science Fiction Texts & Studies) by Chris Pak (Liverpool University Press)



"I read Bridges with much pleasure... Chilling and fascinating." – Ursula K. Le Guin

In a modern day South Africa where Apartheid still holds sway, Sibusiso Mchunu, a young amaZulu man, finds himself the unwitting focus of momentous events when he falls foul of the system and comes into possession of a secret that may just offer hope to his entire people. Pursued by the ANC on one side and Special Branch agents on the other, Sibusiso has little choice but to run.

Azanian Bridges is a truly ground-breaking book from South African-born author Nick Wood. This, his debut novel, is a socially acute fast-paced thriller that propels the reader into a world of intrigue and threat, leading to possibilities that examine the conscience of a nation.

"A very good novel indeed; the emotional intelligence is as high as its political insightfulness – the whole is compelling and moving." – Adam Roberts

"A deeply-felt examination of Apartheid and its lingering effects through the lens of speculative fiction... challenging and thought-provoking." – Lavie Tidhar

"This is a gut-puncher of a novel; original, brilliantly written, and a page-turner of note." – Sarah Lotz

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Dominic Lancaster hoped to prove himself to his family by excelling in the Navy during World War II. Instead he is wounded while serving as a gunner and loses his leg. Still recovering from his wounds and the trauma of his amputation when the Blitz begins, Dominic finds himself shuffled off to the countryside by his family, along with his partially deaf sister, Octavia. The crumbling family estate on the shores of Ullswater is an old, much-neglected place that doesn't seem to promise much in the way of happiness or recovery.

Something more than a friendship begins to flourish between Dominic and his nurse, Rose, in the late autumn of that English countryside, as he struggles to come to terms with his new life as an amputee. Another thing that seems to be flourishing is Octavia's hearing.

As winter descends, sinister forces seem to be materializing around Octavia, who is hearing voices of children. After seeing things that no one else can see and hearing things that no one else can hear, Octavia is afflicted with a sickness that cannot be explained. With Rose's help, Dominic sets out to find the truth behind the voices that have haunted his sister. In doing so, he uncovers an even older, darker evil that threatens not only Octavia, but Rose and himself.

Skyhorse Publishing, under our Night Shade and Talos imprints, is proud to publish a broad range of titles for readers interested in science fiction (space opera, time travel, hard SF, alien invasion, near-future dystopia), fantasy (grimdark, sword and sorcery, contemporary urban fantasy, steampunk, alternative history), and horror (zombies, vampires, and the occult and supernatural), and much more. While not every title we publish becomes a New York Times bestseller, a national bestseller, or a Hugo or Nebula award-winner, we are committed to publishing quality books from a diverse group of authors.



Sharp Ends is the ultimate collection of award winning tales and exclusive new short stories from the master of grimdark fantasy, Joe Abercrombie. Violence explodes, treachery abounds, and the words are as deadly as the weapons in this rogue's gallery of side-shows, back-stories, and sharp endings from the world of the First Law.



The Union army may be full of bastards, but there's only one who thinks he can save the day single-handed when the Gurkish come calling: the incomparable Colonel Sand dan Glokta.

Curnden Craw and his dozen are out to recover a mysterious item from beyond the Crinna. Only one small problem: no one seems to know what the item is.

Shevedieh, the self-styled best thief in Styria, lurches from disaster to catastrophe alongside her best friend and greatest enemy, Javre, Lioness of Hoskopp.

And after years of bloodshed, the idealistic chieftain Bethod is desperate to bring peace to the North. There's only one obstacle left - his own lunatic champion, the most feared man in the North: the Bloody-Nine . . .



Cameron Tan wouldn't have even been in Greece if he hadn't gotten a 'D' in Art History.

Instead of spending the summer after college completing his training as a Prophus operative, he's doing a study abroad program in Greece, enjoying a normal life—spending time with friends and getting teased about his crush on a classmate.

Then the emergency notification comes in: a Prophus agent with vital information needs immediate extraction, and Cameron is the only agent on the ground, responsible for getting the other agent and data out of the country. The Prophus are relying on him to uncomplicate things.



The English language debut of the bestselling Dutch novel, Hex, from Thomas Olde Heuvelt--a Hugo and World Fantasy award nominated talent to watch

Whoever is born here, is doomed to stay 'til death. Whoever settles, never leaves.

Welcome to Black Spring, the seemingly picturesque Hudson Valley town haunted by the Black Rock Witch, a seventeenth century woman whose eyes and mouth are sewn shut. Muzzled, she walks the streets and enters homes at will. She stands next to children's bed for nights on end. Everybody knows that her eyes may never be opened or the consequences will be too terrible to bear.

The elders of Black Spring have virtually quarantined the town by using high-tech surveillance to prevent their curse from spreading. Frustrated with being kept in lockdown, the town's teenagers decide to break their strict regulations and go viral with the haunting. But, in so doing, they send the town spiraling into dark, medieval practices of the distant past.

This chilling novel heralds the arrival of an exciting new voice in mainstream horror and dark fantasy.

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The winners of the 2015 James Tiptree, Jr. Award, presented annually to works of science fiction or fantasy that explore and expand gender roles, were announced


In a futuristic society run by an all-powerful Gov, a bender teen on the cusp of adulthood has choices to make that will change her life—and maybe the world.

Fifteen-year-old bender Kivali has had a rough time in a gender-rigid culture. Abandoned as a baby and raised by Sheila, an ardent nonconformist, Kivali has always been surrounded by uncertainty. Where did she come from? Is it true what Sheila says, that she was deposited on Earth by the mysterious saurians? What are you? people ask, and Kivali isn't sure. Boy/girl? Human/lizard? Both/neither? Now she's in CropCamp, with all of its schedules and regs, and the first real friends she's ever had. Strange occurrences and complicated relationships raise questions Kivali has never before had to consider. But she has a gift—the power to enter a trancelike state to harness the "knowings" inside her. She has Lizard Radio. Will it be enough to save her? A coming-of-age story rich in friendships and the shattering emotions of first love, this deeply felt novel will resonate with teens just emerging as adults in a sometimes hostile world.

[PTY]

Roberto Constantini is back with The Memory of Evil, final part of his extraordinary trilogy that shocks and delights in equal measure, and it's he has never been better. The first two instalments were some of the finest Italian literature of recent times. Constantini's brutal realism is completely opposite to Camilleri's Inspector Montalbano novel lighthearted novels but but both stem from a same place. This is partly helped by Constantini being born in Tripoli and being fearless to ruffle up some feathers. This is a no mean feat in Italy where even recently touching anything Church related is still enough to incur the wrath of censors.

Tying up a tale that stretches over five decades we encounter investigative journalist Linda Nardi in Tripoli in the aftermath of her failed relationship with Commissario Michele Balistreri. The story opens up with a horrific massacre in Zawiya where Colonel Gadaffi's mercenaries heartlessly massacre a helpless villagers accused of being rebels. Linda, completely detached from events ends up being on a trail of an international money laundering operation that involves some of the Vatican's most powerful men. The final piece of the puzzle is revealed when she goes back to Nairobi and disguising herself into femme fatales manages to seduce Signor Gabriele Cascio and get the contents of his safe. However, the weight of what she has found only strikes Linda once Melanija and Tanja, a mother and daughter who asked for her help, are found dead under pretenses that Melanija killed Tanja. This is a horrifying developments. In parallel Michele Balistreri finally gets out of his stupor and is tackling the very same case.

The Memory of Evil ties up the knot of the overarching story nicely but never pretends that Italy's are anywhere near to being solved. It's an imposingly complex situation but Constantini brings his best weapon – a pen. This is once again a terrifyingly good read from Constantini that succeeds where it's most important – in making you think about issues raised within the book. Having said that, Constantini shares a lot with another contemporary of his, Henning Mankell. Both used crime fiction as a way to bring the point home and both have been equally successful.

[PTY]

In this stunning debut, legends collide with reality when a boy is swept into the magical, dangerous world of a girl filled with poison.
 
Everyone knows the legends about the cursed girl--Isabel, the one the senoras whisper about. They say she has green skin and grass for hair, and she feeds on the poisonous plants that fill her family's Caribbean island garden. Some say she can grant wishes; some say her touch can kill.

Seventeen-year-old Lucas lives on the mainland most of the year but spends summers with his hotel-developer father in Puerto Rico. He's grown up hearing stories about the cursed girl, and he wants to believe in Isabel and her magic. When letters from Isabel begin mysteriously appearing in his room the same day his new girlfriend disappears, Lucas turns to Isabel for answers--and finds himself lured into her strange and enchanted world. But time is running out for the girl filled with poison, and the more entangled Lucas becomes with Isabel, the less certain he is of escaping with his own life.

A Fierce and Subtle Poison beautifully blends magical realism with a page-turning mystery and a dark,  starcrossed romance--all delivered in lush, urgent prose.

"A breathtaking story in which myths come to frightening life and buried wishes might actually come true. This is a hypnotic debut by a remarkable talent." —Nova Ren Suma, author of The Walls Around Us and Imaginary Girls



This dark comedy explores the lost universes of disgraced idol Dylan Greenyears. Dylan had always wanted to live as many lives as he could--that was the appeal of being an actor. But at the end of a brief, bright stint as a Hollywood heartthrob, Dylan loses the lead in Titanic and exiles himself and his wife to a recently settled exoplanet called New Taiwan.


At first, life beyond Earth seems uncannily un-wondrous. Dylan teaches at an American prep school, raises a family with his high school sweetheart, and lives out his restlessness through literature. But then a box of old fan mail (and the hint of a galaxy-wide conspiracy) offers Dylan a chance to recapture the past. As he tries to balance this transdimensional midlife crisis against family life, Dylan encounters a cast of extraordinary characters: a supercomputer with aspirations of godhood, a Mormon-fundamentalist superfan, an old-school psychoanalyst, a sampling of his alternate selves, and, once again, the love of his lives.

King of the Worlds throws cosmology, technology, nineties pop culture, and religion into an existential blender for a mix that is by turns tragic and absurd, elegiac and filled with wonder.

[PTY]

     
Prolifična Joyce Carol Oates ima 77 godina i sa najnovijim romanom THE MAN WITHOUT A SHADOW je nezaustavljiva i moćnija no ikad.

Kao i sve prozne veličine, Oates funkcioniše pod maksimom da je 'life stranger than fiction', a to lako može da ubije u pojam svakog ko se nada da su izmaštane premise po pravilu impresivnije. Što opet dalje znači da njenu prozu treba administrirati sa oprezom sa kojim bi i arsenik, jer tolike količine nelagodne i uznemiravajuće svakodnevice mogu da smožde čitaoca taman koliko su i protagoniste.

THE MAN WITHOUT A SHADOW se bazira na neuropsihološkom istraživanju jednog amnezijaka sa kratkoročnom memorijom u spanu od svega nekoliko desetaka sekundi. Oates je bazu za zaplet uzela iz istraživačkog rada Suzanne Corkin i još nekolicine neuropsiholoških studija o kratkoročnoj memoriji, otud i nudi fenomen kroz prizmu striktno objektivnog, naučnog istraživanja.

Elihu Hoopes je u 37moj oboleo od encefalitisa prouzrokovanog visokom temperaturom, i od tada njegova kratkoročna memorija ne prelazi span od 70tak sekundi. Svakog minuta iznova, Elihu se se zatiče u nepoznatoj oklini, okružen nepoznatim ljudima, bez saznanja kako se tu zatekao. Margot Sharpe ima 24 godine i obećavajuću naučnu budućnost u području neuropsihijatrije, pod mentorom koji je svetski priznat u domenu: Elihu je njihov najdragoceniji izvor saznanja, ekstremno redak subjekt proučavanja na kom se grade karijere i stiču Nobelove nagrade. Svakih 70 sekundi, Elihu ne prepoznaje čoveka sa kojim razgovara niti se seća testa kojim je upravo testiran: njegova urođena dobrostivost i karakterna blagost suočava se sa nesmiljenim okolnostima u kontroliranim uslovima testiranja, sve sa ciljem da se merljivo prepozna koliko nas to upravo naša memorija oblikuje. I mada se Elihu savršeno dobro seća svog života pre bolesti, neka od traumatičnijih zbivanja iz tog perioda prisiljavaju ga da istu što više zaboravi: naravno, baš kao što je nesposoban da sačuva nova sećanja, isto je tako nesposoban da pobegne od starih.

Oates nudi više od tri decenije te neobične veze, nesumnjivo jedne od najimpresivnijih i najšokantnijih u savremenoj književnosti. Taj precizan i nesmiljen portret ljudi zarobljenih u kavezu sopstvenog uma, u razočarenju i frustraciji duhovne izolacije, je ponajviše zastrašujući upravo zbog prepoznatljivosti samog mehanizma, njegove običnosti i svakodnevnosti. Oates insistira na naučnom (dakle, pedantnom, objektivnom, gotovo dnevničkom) beleženju samog procesa koji je samo naizgled statičan, dok je zapravo stravično detaljna analiza zurenja u ambis.   







Posle Oates, preporučljivo je uzeti nešto zabavno, lepršavo, elokventno i sadržajno benigno    recimo nešto od meni do sad nepoznatog fentezi autora imenom Thomas Olde Heuvelt. Njegova kratka skaska The Ink Readers of Doi Saket svakako ukazuje na mladi talenat vredan pobližeg upoznavanja.

[Mica Milovanovic]

Pre par dana u carstvujušćem gradu Vienni kupih Auroru KSR-a, pa, pre čitanja, potražih po ZS-u tvoj review i ne nađoh ga. Je l' sam načisto oćoravio, il' ga stvarno nema...

[PTY]

moguće da i nema, dosta toga me mrzelo da kopipejstujem na obe strane a i zatrpa se lako ovde na forumu, ali na Perinovom blogu je praktičnije da se sve to pronađe... 


http://www.klub-knjige.blogspot.hr/p/prikazi-knjiga.html

[Mica Milovanovic]

Sram te bilo. A na mene ne misliš... Ovo mi je prozor u svet, a tebe mrzi da kopipejstuješ... 

[PTY]

[PTY]

nego, kad smo kod madam Oates: računala sam kako sam sad totalno u stanju da se uhvatimo u koštac, pročitala sam i Carthage, sve u roku od 52 sata. Pa sam sad još više ubeđena da madam Oates treba dozirati onako kako ona samu sebe dozira - ne više od knjige godišnje.   

[Mica Milovanovic]

Čitam Auroru i nerviram se... 120 stranica, nakog velike borbe na početku...


Osećanja podeljena - pre svega, zar KSR zaista misli da ne mogu da zapamtim karakterteristike planete, pa mora pola stranice da potroši da ponovi ono što je već napisao. Iste informacije!!! Istim rečima!!! Čitavi pasusi!!!


Pa, i ako ga plaćaju po rečima, mnogo je...


Ili...


Možda je cena koju mora da plati da bi ga čitali spuštanje nivoa teksta do razumljivosti i poluobrazovanim čitaocima.
Otuda i narativna strategija gde brod uči da piše, pa kobajagi objašnjava i najrazumljivije aluzije (Sibir - hladnoća - logori).
Da li su baš svima razumljive, ili da probamo da ugrabimo još kojeg čitaoca? I ponovimo mu ono što smo već rekli
pre pedesetak stranica, šta smeta... možda je zaboravio...


Jebem li ga, više mi se sviđao kad je pisao Short Sharp Shock... (verovatno zbog mojih novotalasnih korenova).

[PTY]

 


da, da, to je to, bez kompromisa, bez bestselerske formulaičnosti...


na kraju će ti se isplati u zaokruženju.


(a možda i neće, taj pikarski deo nekog može i da odbije, priznajem...  )

[PTY]

Hauever, taj deo o AI buđenju nije višak: sračunato implicira da je proza - tekst, prozna revaluacija informacije - zapravo baza intelekta.


AI je u tom pisanju hronike prisiljen da usvoji stranu (tuđu) tačku gledišta: da pretpostavi šta je to čitaocu bitno, i da onda samo to zabeleži. Naravno, AI ima svoj koncept "bitnosti informacije" i on je radikalno drugačiji, iak oje činjenično, faktografski bitniji: ali Devi insistira da je to nebitno, da se info mora klasifikovati, što za Ai ujedno znači i vrednovati: mora da proceni šta je bitno a šta ne, a za kompjuter to podrazumeva uvoženje novih parametara. Na neki način, to je paralela sa pisanjem - da pisac žrtvuje ono što želi da kaže, u korist onoga što će čitalac rađe hteti da pročita.


zapravo me strašno zabavio upravo taj deo. 

[Mica Milovanovic]

Ali, ženo božija, on mi dvaput objašnjava da mesec planete F sadrži toliko i toliko procenata kiseonika, da mu je pritisak na površini toliki i toliki. Isti pasusi! Zašto?

[PTY]

zašto? 


pa, sad kad to pominješ, moram da priznam kako ja toga uopšte nisam svesna, u mojoj rekapitulaciji knjige. Što dalje znači da mi to nije zapalo za oko onomad pri čitanju - meni je prirodno da se određena informacija ponavlja ne nužno iz didaktičkih razloga, nego iz dramskih također, ukoliko to situacija ili dijalog zahtevaju ili slično...
to generalno govoreći, naravno, ne samo u ovom konkretno slučaju.
Ali fakt da si ti toga svestan pri čitanju, a ja uopšte nisam bila, također govori dosta o dimenzijama samog doživljaja.

[Mica Milovanovic]

Ma, ne. Nema nikakvog opravdanja u tekstu za tako nešto. Naprosto, kao da je pisac svestan da piše za publiku koja ne može da zapamti šta joj je rečeno pre pedeset stranica. Citiraću ti kada dođem kući šta je u pitanju. Ekstremno me nerviraju takve stvari.


Ja još pamtim kakvo sam zadovoljstvo imao kao mlad čovek kod čitanja Dišovog "Logora koncentracije". E, ovo je suprotno od toga.


Uzgred, nekako paralelno sa čitanjem Aurore dopao mi je pod ruku novi roman Iana McEwana - meni tematski prilično nezanimljiva priča o mladiću koji boluje od leukemije, ali ne želi iz verskih razloga da dopusti transfuziju krvi. Sve je prilično izveštačeno i nategnuto i nije to neki spektakularan roman, ali, jebi ga, i takav McEwanov roman sam lakše i tečnije pročitao nego Auroru.


Jebi ga, mator sam, nije sve u zanimljivosti tematike. Ima nešto i u umjetničkom dojmu. Fale mi Milkini opisi šljokica na dresu...

[PTY]

ah, Diš... što više starim to ga više cenim - kad god me nešto razočara, "lečim" se njegovim romanima... trenutno su mi na tapetu Genocidi, poglavlje ili dva, kad god treba da sperem gorki okus proznog razočarenja... 


ok, ali da se ipak razumemo: to što ti sad hoćeš, toga malo ima u Aurori. Ne zato što KSR to ne ume, nego jednostavno, ovaj roman se fokusira na malko drugačiji pristup, zato, rađe uzmi njegov Galileo's Dream, tu on nudi baš to što ti sad treba.


Ili još bolje, ako hoćeš to, onda čitaj Eganov Incandescence ili Distress ili Teranesia... bilo šta od ta tri.


Ukratko, čitaj knjigu prema svom raspoloženju, a ne obratno... 

[Berserker]

Čitam Auroru i nerviram se... 120 stranica, nakog velike borbe na početku...


Osećanja podeljena - pre svega, zar KSR zaista misli da ne mogu da zapamtim karakterteristike planete, pa mora pola stranice da potroši da ponovi ono što je već napisao. Iste informacije!!! Istim rečima!!! Čitavi pasusi!!!


Pa, i ako ga plaćaju po rečima, mnogo je...

Mene je slično osećanje odbilo kod njegove trilogije o Marsu, u toj meri da sam odustao u sredini druge knjige. Knjiga koju mnogi navode kao njegovo kapitalno delo i uvode je u all-time top liste je interesantna dok se čita Crveni Mars, dok u Zelenom Marsu počinje da vrti iste motive i likove, preradjujući ih taman onoliko koliko je dovoljno da nemamo osećaj da čitamo opet prvu knjigu. Ali tu je sve, isti ljudi, isti sukobi, isti pokretači radnje, sve začinjeno hard science faktima dovoljno puta ponovljenim da se osetimo kao da smo doktorirali fiziku i biologiju zajedno, sve se vrti u krug. Pukao sam na sred druge knjige, i od tad zaobilazim KSR u širokom luku, jer vidim da svaka njegova naredna knjiga pokazuje sve veću ciglarsku tendenciju, tj u pitanju su sve deblje cigle, što me je odbilo i kod Dena Simonsa a kamoli neće kod trećerazrednih pisaca tipa Alister Rejnolds ili Ričard Morgan (KSR je negde u sredini; na žalost, vrlo ga cenim kao hard SF pisca ali ne mogu da oprostim razvlačenje). Vidim da Aurora ima bednih (po njegovim merilima) 460 strana, nije valjda da je u pitanju stand alone roman? Prosto mi nemoguće da se on zadvolji ovakvim romančićem, jel planirani nastavci?

[дејан]

Čitam Auroru i nerviram se... 120 stranica, nakog velike borbe na početku...


Osećanja podeljena - pre svega, zar KSR zaista misli da ne mogu da zapamtim karakterteristike planete, pa mora pola stranice da potroši da ponovi ono što je već napisao. Iste informacije!!! Istim rečima!!! Čitavi pasusi!!!


Pa, i ako ga plaćaju po rečima, mnogo je...

Mene je slično osećanje odbilo kod njegove trilogije o Marsu, u toj meri da sam odustao u sredini druge knjige. Knjiga koju mnogi navode kao njegovo kapitalno delo i uvode je u all-time top liste je interesantna dok se čita Crveni Mars, dok u Zelenom Marsu počinje da vrti iste motive i likove, preradjujući ih taman onoliko koliko je dovoljno da nemamo osećaj da čitamo opet prvu knjigu. Ali tu je sve, isti ljudi, isti sukobi, isti pokretači radnje, sve začinjeno hard science faktima dovoljno puta ponovljenim da se osetimo kao da smo doktorirali fiziku i biologiju zajedno, sve se vrti u krug. Pukao sam na sred druge knjige, i od tad zaobilazim KSR u širokom luku, jer vidim da svaka njegova naredna knjiga pokazuje sve veću ciglarsku tendenciju, tj u pitanju su sve deblje cigle, što me je odbilo i kod Dena Simonsa a kamoli neće kod trećerazrednih pisaca tipa Alister Rejnolds ili Ričard Morgan (KSR je negde u sredini; na žalost, vrlo ga cenim kao hard SF pisca ali ne mogu da oprostim razvlačenje). Vidim da Aurora ima bednih (po njegovim merilima) 460 strana, nije valjda da je u pitanju stand alone roman? Prosto mi nemoguće da se on zadvolji ovakvim romančićem, jel planirani nastavci?

+1 имао сам идентичан доживљај, на страну то што ми његов стил писања, у најмању руку, не прија (да не кажем неку тежу реч)

[PTY]

Elem, dakle, Mars. 

Kao prvo, da priznam kako ni ja nisam dovršila treći deo, ali to svakako ne zbog bilo kakve konkretne primedbe na KSRov bilo stil, bilo izvedbu: naprosto, meni se daleko više dopalo upravo ono što je samom KSRu bilo sekundarno, dakle, samo teraformiranje. Što ne znači da mi je taj primarni aspekt društvenog inžinjeringa bio odbojan, nego prosto rečeno, to prihvatanje kod mene uvelike ovisi o raznim sporednim pojedinostima, počev od simpatetičnih protagonista pa nadalje, a one su me nekako slabo motivisale na dalje čitanje, tako da sam Plavi Mars ostavila za neka bolja vremena, koja do današnjeg dana nisu došla.

Ali ipak, ne mogu da osporim kako je sama trilogija veoma poštena analiza fenomena kojim se žanr danas sve manje bavi, pa sam i sama odavno već došla do zaključka da ću Mars, baš takav kakav je, od blata da pravim.  Ta vrst kontempliranja utopije odavno nije dovoljno ekonomski popularna da bi se ozbiljni pisci njome ozbiljno pozabavili, otud i dobijamo uglavnom generičke kvazi-distopije pisaca koji su tako temeljito deca demokratije da gotovo i ne vide svrhu u bilo kakvoj analizi ozbiljnih sistemskih promena.

Videćemo šta će Mekdonald da uradi sa Lunom, to je svakako odlična prilika za upravo takvu analizu, a i konstruisana je na gotovo  istoj premisi: šansa za istinski društveni inžinjering leži upravo u konkretnom odlasku sa Zemlje, u tim maltene laboratorijskim uslovima radikalnog razlaza sa tradicijom, u uslovima novog početka for better or worse. Ali do tada, moram da priznam kako Mars ostaje neprikosnoven upravo zbog svog poštenja i temeljitosti, ako već ne i dovoljnih količina pitke palpičnosti...

[Mica Milovanovic]

Vi ste, ljudi, jako tolerantni. Ja mislim da nisam uspeo da dovrsim ni prvu knjigu, ako se dobro secam.

[angel011]

Ja sam pročitala prvu, i odustala negde na pola druge.

[PTY]

Pa zar i ti, sine Endži... 

[angel011]

Priznajem... 

[дејан]

ту нема ничег тужног, марс је досадан до зла бога, херојски чин је почети другу књигу после онакве прве

[Berserker]

Ima li ovde uopšte nekog ko je pročitao celokupnu trilogiju od Marsu KSR? Ispade kao za klasičnu lektiru, svi pričaju da je treba čitati, a potajno je svi izbegavaju...

[PTY]

Nego, da se vratim skoro pročitnaim knjigama.




uh.

Prvenac Anne Charnock, A Calculated Life, se našao u užem izboru za Philip K. Dick Award i oh kako je to bio fenomenalan prvenac! Anne svakako nije početnik nego samo late starter kad je o prozi reč i taj roman je bio istinski fascinantan, i po izboru teme i po njenoj obradi.

The Sleeping Embers of an Ordinary Mind je također prelepo napisan, sa odličnom premisom i vrlo suptilnom strukturom trolinijskog narativa, ali, ali, Anne ovog puta nije imala uredničke sreće i sve je to ostalo neiskorišteno i nezavršeno... kakva šteta.

Roman prati život triju žena (da, da, Anne ostaje pri svojoj fascinaciji)  - Toni iz naše sadašnjice, Toniah iz 22og veka, i Antonie Uccelo, kćerke poznatog italijanskog slikara iz 15 veka, sa sve delikatnim filigranom njihovog specifičnog življenja. I to jeste veoma impresivno i veoma delikatno sročeno ali onda dođemo do kraja knjige i – ništa! Niti ima ikakve konkretne veze između tih triju žena (mada nas sličnost u imenima i izvesne sličnosti svetonazora na to stalno upućuju), niti zaokruživanja paralele između njihovih specifičnih sudbina. Ukratko, prelepo napisano, ali potpuno nesvrhovito kao celina.

Ali sećanje na njen odličan prvenac i nada da ćei sa trećom knjigom ostati u žanru i uspeti u naumu me navelo da joj dam 4 na goodreadsu... (a ionako je za sve to kriv urednik, stvarno ne znam otkud to da 47North ovako omane...  )

[Mica Milovanovic]

Imaju još dve mogućnosti:
a) ništa nisi razumela, s obzirom na to da si odrasla u vreme Neuromancera (kako ono beše: cajtgajst)... 
b) čeka se nastavak... 

[PTY]

pa, teško da je ovo drugo, jer Anne piše žanr ali definitivno nije žanrovac.    a falinka je očigledno urednička, roman je naprosto nezavršen, u smislu da je konstrukcija ostavlja prostora za adekvatnu završnicu, ali je Anne kasnije malko zalutala u sopstvenoj kreaciji, jer tu govori o dvema temama koje je strastveno zanimaju: istorija umetnosti i identitet i sloboda žene. Paolo je znao da mu je ćerka talentovana za slikanje pa joj je dao bogat miraz i otpravio je u manastir: jedini način da joj obezbedi slobodu da upražnjava svoj talenat. Ništa od njenih radova nije preživelo, ali Anne je već na početku knjige ubacila mogućnost da jedan portret možda jeste, i sa tim detaljom povezala Toniah, koja je kao istoričar umetnosti trebalo da potvrdi to otkriće. A toniah je inače treća generacija partenogeneze, što opet sa druge strane ojačava koncept ženske slobode... ali negde usput Anne je zalutala i od svega toga nije ispalo ništa, iako je to moglo da se obavi i u epilogu. zato i kažem da je u pitanju urednička greška, to naprosto nije završeno...


a što se prvog tiče, hm... znaš koja je najsadržajnija maksima kiberpanka? The premature arrival of the future. 

[lilit]

stigla mi aurora a i free time je tu. dočitao neko osim libe?

[Mica Milovanovic]

Ja sam vec dva meseca negde na trecini i bojim se da cu ostati tu... 

[Nightflier]

Ja sam odustao na nekih 20%...