if you could take all the lyrics to all the original misfits songs and take out the music and add more unrealistic horror you could create novels like this.
and now i think i love Neal Asher novels, they are bloody and violent and full of monsters who are just invincible, true pulp as written in the fifties, they should never make hard cover versions of his work straight to yellowed trash i say, throw away wonders.
the shake and bake new novelist do this thing where they take way too many characters, way too many story lines, way too strong bad guys and throw them all together on an island, a planet , a. . . somewhere and they all start killing each other with gore and blood and greasy explosions. Frankenstein meets the aliens vs the AI controlled planet, oh wow, a talking spaceship.
oh wow a giant leech.
oh shit, supermen again. living gods who will always save the day, didn't see that coming, and so addictive, the book wouldn't leave my hand, my thoughts, my lap, and that is why i hate scifi and love it with a passion, and am so incredibly embarrassed to say this.
read all these novels. now.
the brass man, gridlinked and cowl.now, i know the idea of these Brits, here it is, very straight forward.
rewrite the golden era of science fiction, right down to the human killing robots. Asimov be damned, there are no rules of conduct. men smoking pipes in spaceships. sexy alien ladies, xenophobic hordes, and rubber gods. pure pulp space opera, crappy gold. Jehoshaphat, i can't even look in the mirror anymore, what have i done with my life.
this, I'm going to rewrite the foundation series, starting , now. . . alright maybe after lunch.
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