Man, this post plus the last one, you’d think I just troll these here internets, waiting for something that, to me, evokes one of my books. But? This one. C’mon. Having to work the call center for a defunct video game? That’s exactly the premise of The Long Trial of Nolan Dugatti:
are still not over. And, don’t mean to fake like it was the first book to pretend to be a novelization of a film (well, trilogy) that never happened—think Lem beat us all to that, somewhat, and I’m halfway remembering Coover having done something in that arena—but, glad to see it’s still going on:
Wending my way through my school’s book-ordering stuff, and I thought, Wait, wonder if I’m in here. Turns out I am. Or, I was, eight years ago. I remember that year, too. I was wondering if I’d ever have another book out. Never really thought I’d have fifteen or sixteen out. Cool. Here’s to eight more crazy and unlikely years.
Always had the dream of walking through Birchbark Books some fine afternoon. Until then, being there in a book’ll definitely do:
What to #read? Who to read? Start here. This is just one section from @birchbarkbooks at #NALS2018 @NALSymposium @SGJ72 @TereseMarieM #LouiseErdrich @heyteebs #LeslieSilko @badndns #louisowens @LeAnneHowe #SusanPower #GordonHenry and more: pic.twitter.com/eNWQ4CB1bh
— TVAyyyy (@TVAyyyy) March 23, 2018
Ellen Datlow’s new anthology, which I’m fortunate enough to have waded into, way past my depth. Here’s a few of us saying some stuff about it over at Kirkus:
I mean—they’re just laying down truth now, right?