This is not a long lost novel by Dostoevsky .. or even Carlton Mellick III. RnRBFOS is a light, fun romp involving slackers, rock n roll, outer space babes, Bondi Beach, sex, drugs, eating habits, multiple vaginas-on-demand, idiom confusion, green skin and antennae.
Sounds good? I personally find that fun, irreverent, ultra-hip fiction, especially anything that smacks of science fiction, quickly looses its flavor. Although often disappointing, this type of fiction is both appetizing and certainly fills a need for the general reading public (a bit above Mellick and far below Dostoevsky). I think I might try similar fiction but in the format of short stories.
The author, Linda Jaivin, is Australian (although born in Connecticut) and she has a tasty looking list of available titles so I urge you to check out her stuff; after all, billions of sentient creatures across the universe love this stuff and sometimes I’m just an old fart.
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You may have noticed that I read a lot of literature from Asia, especially Japanese literature. I still have a lot of classic and well thought of titles to go but sometimes I simply select a title solely based on the perceived nationality of the author, whether I know the author or not. Luckily I have seldom been disappointed. So if the author is Japanese, I read the book. One hitch to this technique is that too often nowadays a unfamiliar title turns out to be a Manga and although I have several digital versions of Manga, I’m just not into following a graphic story: Watchman was bad enough.
One type of Japanese literature I do find exciting is the sometimes weird and often scary Japanese mysteries and thrillers. I suppose when you add to a spooky story the elements of a strong tradition of Japanese ghost stories and the somewhat unfamiliar background of Japan and Japanese customs, you get a little magnifying effect and the thrill becomes a real tingler.
There have been a number of classic and contemporary treatments of Hell: Dante is obvious, Barbusse, Palahniuk, and my recent read Hell by Yasutaka Tsutsui.
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A few years back I discovered the new genre advertised as Bizarro Fiction. It was very uneven but showed brief glimpses of true originality and exuberant fun. I suppose the ratio of good to bad writing in Bizarro are about the same as any other form of fiction so it’s really not fair to judge the entire genre by the amount of tedium it generates: after all, people still read Science Fiction (for whatever reason).
At one time there was a small enough base that I actually began to create an academic bibliography of Bizarro authors and Bizarro works. One of the things I ran into, however, was an inkling of doubt that Bizarro was really sufficiently different in its definition from other types of writing. For instance, could Tristram Shandy be considered Bizarro literature? The best “definition” of Bizarro I ran across was when Carlton Mellick III (Bizarro’s Optimus Prime) stated that no one was writing the stories he wanted to read so he decided to write them himself: the result … Bizarro fiction.
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