“It’s cold on the wall. That’s the first thing everybody tells you, and the first thing you notice when you’re sent there, and it’s the thing you think about all the time you’re on it.” The Wall by John Lanchester…
“You think that festering shithead can be renewed?” I said. “Burn it all down!”
“Why would you want to harm so many people?” she asked gently. “It’s my country. It’s where I grew up. It’s being ruined by the leaders. I want it to be better.”
Carl Sagan’s contact is the purest form of speculative science-fiction. It takes a present-day world and imposes on it a remote but completely plausible scientific premise. In Contact, Carl Sagan asks, how would the human race react if we suddenly received a message from an alien civilisation.
Things feel strange at the moment, right?
There’s Trump, and Brexit, and there’s the increase in the popularity of far right political parties across Europe — most notably in Poland, France, Turkey, Germany and the UK; and this is only with a western biased view.
I’ve decided that I don’t like Stephen King. For me, a King novel is like a Big Mac; every six months or so I get a craving for one, convince myself I’m enjoying it, but ten minutes after finishing it the regret sets in.