I started reading a John Updike book, because it sounded dystopic and vaguely relevant to the Dredd fic I’m writing. Made it about twenty pages before I was like, “Man, fucking boring old people.”
Then I picked up Mary Doria Russell’s The Sparrow and found fucking AWESOME old people.
The Sparrow tells one story in two parallel timelines: when humans discovered that they weren’t alone in the universe and eight brilliant people set out to make first contact, and then decades later when the single broken survivor came limping home.
This book is brilliant.
There was a meme I came across a few years back: grab the book closest to you, and then append “…in my pants” to the title. What was mine?
A History of Celibacy
…haaaaaah. So apt, except when it’s not.
I hadn’t gotten around to reading it until now though, when I started doing the research for a Judge Dredd fic and suddenly it became highly relevant to my interests.
Exciting Adventures in Celibacy: male virgins, why Megacity's Justice Department is like the Catholic church, psychic & sexless, and IT IS WRONG TO PLAY WITH THE ROBOT.