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Archived Since:April 27, 2010

Blog Post Archive

Kameron Hurley, The Mirror Empire

"Sorry," Roh said. "I'm Rohinmey Tadisa Garika, a student of Ora Dasai's. Forgot about Saiduan privacy. I meant no offense. We're very open here." The sanisi sheathed his blade. Roh had not gotten a good look at the sanisi back in the foyer. Show More Summary

Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist

In many ways, likability is a very elaborate lie, a performance, a code of conduct dictating the proper way to be. Characters who don't follow this code become unlikeable. Critics who criticize a character's unlikeability cannot necessarily be faulted. Show More Summary

The Ceremony of Innocence: The OF Blog Turns 10

On August 25, 2004, I began this blog as an extension of the now-defunct wotmania's Other Fantasy section. Originally I intended to make only occasional posts of interviews and other content originating on that site, but after threeShow More Summary

Rachel Pollack, The Child Eater

After dinner he was looking out of the window while he dried the dishes, and he noticed a pair of squirrels in the backyard. There was nothing strange about them. The place was full of squirrels, and chipmunks, and occasionally deer,...Show More Summary

Corrine Duyvis, Otherbound

In the world of the Dunelands, Amara was sleeping. Striding through the Walgreens aisles, Nolan wished he could do the same—just curl up in bed, shut his eyes, see nothing but the insides of his eyelids. No: see nothing but the insides of Amara’s eyelids. Show More Summary

Lily King, Euphoria

She rolled a pencil beneath her palm on the table and then she looked up at me. 'Helen and I were lovers,' she said. 'Ah.' This explained a few things. She laughed at my 'ah' and told me they had met during Nell's first anthropology class with Boas. Show More Summary

Niall Williams, History of the Rain

I know what that's like too, when the last thing you feel is the pinch in your arm and this might hurt just a little and you're off into the wherever depending on the length and breadth of your imagination. My father has a whole section of his library just for this. Show More Summary

Richard Flanagan, The Narrow Road to the Deep North

Something was happening inside Dorrigo Evans as he watched. Here were three hundred men watching three men destroying a man whom they knew, and yet they did nothing. And they would continue to watch and they would continue to do nothing. Show More Summary

Karen Joy Fowler, We All Are Completely Beside Ourselves

Those weeks I spent with our grandparents in Indianapolis still serve as the most extreme demarcation in my life, my personal Rubicon. Before, I had a sister. After, none. Before, the more I talked the happier our parents seemed. After, they joined the rest of the world in asking me to be quiet. Show More Summary

A few revived projects to supplement current reviewing goals

This weekend is going to be a very busy one, as I plan on writing six reviews between now and Sunday night (likely three each for Saturday and Sunday), as I have a reason for wanting to have written 100 reviews in 2014 by the 25th. Most,...Show More Summary

Frances Hardinge, Cuckoo Song

Her head hurt. There was a sound grating against her mind, a music-less rasp like the rustling of paper. Somebody had taken a laugh, crumpled it into a great, crackly ball and stuffed her skull with it. Seven days, it laughed. Seven days. Show More Summary

Paula Bomer, Inside Madeleine

I don't want to jump out any window. I just want to breathe something that makes me feel like living. They pump the air in here out of machines. It stinks like Play-Doh. Open a window, please – I won't jump – I'm not a suicide patient. Show More Summary

Joshua Ferris, To Rise Again at a Decent Hour

I encouraged my patients to floss. It was hard to do some days. They should have flossed. Flossing prevents periodontal disease and can extend life up to seven years. It's also time consuming and a general pain in the ass. That's not the dentist talking. Show More Summary

Felix Gilman, The Revolutions

For the past two and a half years Arthur had been employed by The Monthly Mammoth to write on the subject of the Very Latest Scientific Advances. He wasn't any kind of scientist himself, but nobody seemed to mind. He wrote about dinosaurs,...Show More Summary

Cara Hoffman, Be Safe I Love You

She had been naked for less than ten seconds when the snow began to feel hot. Her body, pale and lean and strong, biceps and things banded with black tattoos, lay basking against the glacial ice; a snow angel overcome by shadows and lights, calm and awed in whatever seconds remained. Show More Summary

Richard Powers, Orfeo

The officers swung back toward the front door. Off the dining room, a study stood open. The room's shelves swelled with beakers, tubing, and jars with printed labels. A half-sized refrigerator stood next to a long counter, where a compound microscope sat hooked up to a computer. Show More Summary

Paul Kingsnorth, The Wake

the night was clere though i slept i seen it. though i slept i seen the calm hierde naht only the still. when i gan down to sleep all was clere in the land and my dreams was full of stillness but my dreams did not cepe me still when i woc in the mergen all was blaec though the night had gan and all wolde be blaec after and for all time. Show More Summary

The (Rabid) Squirrel of Truth: Terry Goodkind, Severed Souls

Nearly a year ago, Larry lost one of his most valuable and trusted Serbian reading squirrels, Stefan Veverica, to pulp-induced rabies after Stefan attempted to read and review Terry Goodkind's The Third Kingdom. It was a terrible blow, as Stefan was now no mere squirrel, but rabidness manifest. Show More Summary

Nadifa Mohamed, The Orchard of Lost Souls

The tanks blow their way down the street cloaked in a white pall of smoke. Kawsar props herself up on her elbows and looks through the side window. Her neighbours try to flee, hidden in a haze of cement dust, but bright sandals and dresses give them away and the soldiers drop to their knees and shoot at the ghostly figures. Show More Summary

Lorrie Moore, Bark

Ira had been divorced six months and still couldn't get his wedding ring off. His finger had swelled doughily around it – a combination of frustrated desire, unmitigated remorse, and misdirected ambition, he said to friends. "I'm going...Show More Summary

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