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Reviews for the week of 7/25/16
The Terracotta Bride by Zen Cho, reviewed by Keguro Macharia
Steven Universe, reviewed by Erin Horáková
Blood: Stories by Matthew Cheney, reviewed by Redfern Jon Barret

Reviews for the week of 3/2/15
Monday: The Death House by Sarah Pinborough, reviewed by Maximilian Edwards
Wednesday: Stay by John Clute, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Friday: The City Stained Red by Sam Sykes, reviewed by Richard Webb

Reviews for the week of 7/14/14
Monday: Transformers: Age of Extinction, reviewed by Adam Roberts
Wednesday: Motherless Child by Glen Hirshberg, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Friday: No Harm Can Come to a Good Man by James Smythe, reviewed by Anne Charnock

Reviews for the week of 1/13/14
Monday: Kabu Kabu by Nnedi Okorafor, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Wednesday: Earth Star by Janet Edwards, reviewed by Phoebe North
Friday: Spring in Geneva by Sylvia Kelso, reviewed by Maya Chhabra

Reviews for the week of 7/15/13
Monday: Empty Space by M. John Harrison, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Wednesday: Life on the Preservation by Jack Skillingstead, reviewed by Alvaro Zinos-Amaro
Friday: The Scrivener's Tale by Fiona McIntosh, reviewed by Katherine Farmar

Reviews for the week of 6/4/12
Monday: 2312 by Kim Stanley Robinson, reviewed by Ernest J. Yanarella
Wednesday: The Games by Ted Kosmatka, reviewed by Indrapramit Das
Friday: The Dragon Griaule by Lucius Shepard, reviewed by Matthew Cheney

Lexias: Lexia, by Matthew Cheney (5/14/12)
This is my final Lexias column, the last in a series that began some fifty columns ago with my first, "Walls," on February 7, 2005.
Lexias: The Fact of a Fiction of a Fact, by Matthew Cheney (4/2/12)
If you've encountered any mention of The Lifespan of a Fact by John D'Agata and Jim Fingal, you've probably heard that it's about one guy (D'Agata) who wrote an essay about a teenager who killed himself in Las Vegas, and another guy (Fingal) who was hired to fact-check that essay and discovered that a lot of it was made up.
Lexias: Kipple, by Matthew Cheney (1/2/12)
In a recent essay in The New York Times, Jonathan Ames wrote about kipple. I was thrilled. Not just because it�s nice to see other people writing about the messes of their lives, but also because kipple has been a favorite term of mine ever since I encountered it in Philip K. Dick�s Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Lexias: Reading Systems, by Matthew Cheney (10/31/11)
As with so many other things, my devotion to Gustave Flaubert�s A Sentimental Education can be blamed on Samuel R. Delany.
Lexias: World on a Wire, by Matthew Cheney (9/5/11)
Welcome to the future—which is also Paris in the winter of 1973.
Reviews for the week of 8/29/11
Monday: Dervish is Digital by Pat Cadigan, reviewed by Nader Elhefnawy
Wednesday: Fool to Believe: Remarks on Some Short Stories By Pat Cadigan, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Friday: Teaching Science Fiction, edited by Andy Sawyer and Peter Wright, reviewed by Sarah Monette
Reviews for the week of 8/8/11
Monday: Trouble and Her Friends by Melissa Scott, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Wednesday: Corvus by Paul Kearney, reviewed by Marina Berlin
Friday: The Age of Odin by James Lovegrove, reviewed by Rhiannon Lassiter

Lexias: Old, Weird, by Matthew Cheney (7/11/11)
One of my favorite descriptions of just about anything is Greil Marcus's description of Bob Dylan's bootleg "basement tapes" as harking back to "the old, weird America" of the songs collected on Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music records. Marcus, in fact, titled his book about the basement tapes The Old, Weird America. Within the science fiction community, there's been lots of discussion of The New Weird over the last decade, but listening to Smith's Anthology provides a more profoundly weird experience than any I've ever had with fiction.
Reviews for the week of 5/23/11
Monday: Evaporating Genres: Essays on Fantastic Literature by Gary K. Wolfe, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Wednesday: Harbinger of the Storm by Aliette de Bodard, reviewed by Duncan Lawie
Friday: Son of Heaven by David Wingrove, reviewed by Nader Elhefnawy
Lexias: Joanna Russ, by Matthew Cheney (5/16/11)
Joanna Russ died a week ago as I write this. Or, to be more accurate: Joanna Russ died a week ago as I struggle to write this. I thought I might collect some of her sentences and frame them with my own as a memorial, but once I started rereading her works, I got stuck. It'll be easy, I told myself. Just find some good passages and proclaim their wonders and note what we've lost in losing Russ and— And easier thought than done.
Lexias: A Century of Leiber, by Matthew Cheney (3/21/11)
On December 24, 2010, Fritz Leiber turned 100. Having died in 1992, he wasn't around to blow out the candles, but here and there cognoscenti raised a toast to his memory.
Ten Years of Sexing the Body, by Matthew Cheney (1/10/11)
My tendency to be my own Devil's Advocate came out with a vengeance recently as I tried, and failed, to write a tenth anniversary appreciation of a book I love: Sexing the Body by Anne Fausto-Sterling.
Reviews for the week of 11/8/10
Monday: Isaac Asimov Presents the Great SF Stories 2, reviewed by Alvaro Zinos-Amaro
Wednesday: Six Views of Never Let Me Go, by Matthew Cheney
Friday: Sleepless by Charlie Huston, reviewed by Abigail Nussbaum
The Failure of Masculinity, by Matthew Cheney (10/11/10)
I had something else ready for this column, but then I read a story in the New York Times with this opening paragraph: "It started with a Twitter message on Sept. 19: 'Roommate asked for the room till midnight. I went into molly's room and turned on my webcam. I saw him making out with a dude. Yay.'"
Real Action, by Matthew Cheney (8/16/10)
Seeing Christopher Nolan's movie Inception got me reflecting on his previous summer blockbuster, The Dark Knight, a film I vehemently disliked when I first saw it in the theatre . . .
Narrative Realities: A Symphony in Four Books, by Matthew Cheney (6/21/10)
Reading multiple books at once inevitably causes words, phrases, entire paragraphs to pose and juxtapose and interpose and superimpose, to dance and breed, until the reader's mind is either a cacophony of a symphony, and the closed covers of books resting on a table or the floor cannot silence all the notes they've got to share.
Patriarchy Studies, by Matthew Cheney (4/26/10)
Guns and feminism have been a common element of my life for a long time. I owe my openness to feminism to Isaac Asimov, who wrote in one of his books (or in an editorial for Asimov's, maybe) that he was a proud supporter of the feminist cause and was even willing to call himself a feminist. When I was twelve years old, that was good enough for me, and it kept me from associating the word "feminism" with anything negative—I worshipped Isaac Asimov, and if he said the word was a good one, I believed him.
Reviews for the week of 4/12/10
Monday: A Short History of Fantasy by Farah Mendlesohn and Edward James, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Wednesday: Kick Ass, reviewed by Martin Lewis
Friday: The Returners by Gemma Malley, reviewed by Hallie O'Donovan
Revisiting Hitchcock, by Matthew Cheney (2/15/10)
Sometime last year, I decided to watch some Alfred Hitchcock movies I hadn't seen in a while, and also to fill in a few gaps in my viewing.
On the Eating of Corpses, by Matthew Cheney (12/14/09)
A friend of mine and his sister came over to visit one night. His sister was in her early twenties and enthusiastic about various political causes. Many things she had become aware of disgusted and horrified her about American society, business, and government. She was a vegetarian and had decided on this lifestyle for moral reasons rather than reasons of health.
A Story About Plot, by Matthew Cheney (9/28/09)
Grisham posed his idea of plot-driven fiction as a distinction from "literature", but he might be surprised to learn that his idea has precedents among the highest of brows: in what is generally considered the first work of literary criticism, The Poetics, Aristotle argued that plot (mythos) is superior to every other element of tragedy, which he considered the highest form of literary art. To Aristotle, action is most important, and the writer's arrangement of incidents leads to the most vital effects of tragedy.
Bookshelf Worlds, by Matthew Cheney (6/15/09)
I am a bookshelf voyeur; any time I go into a room with books, I spy and pry. A new room—whether a waiting room, an office, a basement used for storage—always contains excitement for me if it has books, because, until I have thoroughly pored over them, there is the potential for surprise, and the potential is often as electrifying as the reality.
Blasted Horrors, by Matthew Cheney (4/27/09)
For a few years, I did not want to admit an attraction to horror stories. It's an odd thing to have done, since if any type of stories has consistently attracted me as a reader, they are horror stories, but nonetheless, when I started coming to terms with the fact that yes, my life as a reader had been and was going to continue to be the life of someone profoundly affected by and attracted to genre fiction, I didn't want to admit that the effect and the attraction included horror fiction.
Phil and Jack, by Matthew Cheney (3/23/09)
Reviews for the week of 10/20/08
Monday: Dangerous Laughter by Steven Millhauser, reviewed by Paul Kincaid
Wednesday: Filter House by Nisi Shawl, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Friday: Steampunk, eds. Ann and Jeff VanderMeer, and Extraordinary Engines, ed. Nick Gevers, reviewed by Duncan Lawie
Learning to Write, by Matthew Cheney (9/15/08)
There is something off about them, something twanging in my ears, the tone of an arrogant man trying to pass himself off as humble or simple. Perhaps I am in the wrong mood.
Ordinary Zhang, by Matthew Cheney (8/4/08)
A couple years ago, I picked up another copy of China Mountain Zhang at a used bookstore, but I didn't dare read it. Much of the science fiction I had loved as a teen had turned out, when read as an adult, to feel simplistic, clunky, shallow. I preferred my memories.
The Antidote to Dystopia, by Matthew Cheney (5/26/08)
Two stories of technology and society, one true and one speculative. For Alice Ramsay, technology became a liberation; for Forster's Vashti, technology created a prison.
The Hero, Pulped, by Matthew Cheney (4/14/08)
One huge girder catapulted twenty blocks, pierced the roof of a subway tunnel and jackknifed the leading car of an eight-car train. Passengers were pulped. There had been sixty persons in that first car. There was nothing that could be called human in the wreckage.
An Ocean Going Back to the Skies, by Matthew Cheney (3/3/08)
The fright causes some of the screaming, but it would be better if fewer people stuck stakes into their little bits of land and instead joined in the joy of a new cartography.
Of Muses and Ghosts, by Matthew Cheney (1/21/08)
The last conversation I had with my father was about a movie.
The Discerning Reader of Fantastic Literature's Guide to Literary Journals, by Matthew Cheney (11/5/07)
I'm astounded at the quality and creativity in so many different magazines that don't get marketed to what seems to me a natural audience—readers who like their fiction to be at least a little bit odd, a little bit out of the ordinary.
Lost Dolls and Lost Dreams, by Matthew Cheney (9/24/07)
Herr Doktor Kafka offers Lizaveta the comfort of a story, saying that Belinda met a little boy who asked her to travel around the world with him, and so she has gone off to do so, but has promised to send postcards chronicling her adventures.
Pol Pot's Fantasized Daughter, by Matthew Cheney (8/13/07)
When I first encountered "Pol Pot's Beautiful Daughter (Fantasy)", I read a few pages and stopped. The idea of a story about Pol Pot written in what felt like the diction of a fairy tale was too much for me.
Reviews for the week of 7/9/07
Monday: Elizabeth Hand's Generation Loss, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Tuesday: Ysabeau S. Wilce's Flora Segunda, reviewed by David V. Barrett
Wednesday: Frances Hardinge's Verdigris Deep, reviewed by Farah Mendlesohn
Thursday: Scarlett Thomas's The End of Mr Y, reviewed by Dan Hartland
All Those Books, by Matthew Cheney (6/25/07)
I could somehow find a few hundred boxes, put the books in them, load the boxes into a big truck, and drive the truck to my new home, where I would then pile the books up to the ceiling in each little room.
How to Write a Paragraph, by Matthew Cheney (5/7/07)
Vonnegut approached paragraphs the way good poets approach line and stanza breaks, and in that sense he was the Robert Creeley of prose, someone whose writing at its best seems perfect in its rhythm and shape
And the Mome Raths Outgrabe, by Matthew Cheney (3/26/07)
Thus, we know that women were not invisible to Bradbury when he wrote the introduction, only wives who wrote stories with their husbands.
Reviews for the week of 3/12/07
Monday: Jan Morris's Hav, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Tuesday: Cherie Priest's Dreadful Skin, reviewed by J.C. Runolfson
Wednesday: Carlos Fuentes's The Eagle's Throne, reviewed by R.J. Burgess
Thursday: Rob Grant's Fat, reviewed by Siobhan Carroll
Flight of the Useful Books, by Matthew Cheney (1/1/07)
Some people who know me might assume the sorts of books I would find engrossing for a plane ride would be things like the complete works of Proust, or at least Faulkner.
Interview: Julie Phillips, by Matthew Cheney (11/20/06)
The periods that got more emphasis were the ones for which I had more material. It worked backward from the way you might expect: if I had really interesting or revealing letters or journal entries for a particular period, then I wrote a chapter around them.
The Absence of Animals, by Matthew Cheney (11/6/06)
While watching an episode of the new Battlestar Galactica, a television show I've recently become addicted to, my mind wandered to an idle thought: Where, I wondered, are the animals?
The Length of the Sentence, by Matthew Cheney (9/25/06)
I am a lover of long sentences, of sentences that wind their way through various clauses and complements...
Loving Words, by Matthew Cheney (8/14/06)
Some you love for superficial reasons, for their shape and color, for the texture of their pages and the scent of their history.
Great Ideas, by Matthew Cheney (6/19/06)
"How," someone will ask me, "can such a large topic be contained in such a small book?" Thankfully, I can read the quote on the cover to my interlocutor.
Reviews for the week of 6/5/06
Monday: One Million A.D., edited by Gardner Dozois, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Tuesday: Vernor Vinge's Rainbows End, reviewed by Colin Harvey
Wednesday: Fredric Jameson's Archaeologies of the Future, reviewed by John Garrison
Thursday: X-Men: The Last Stand, reviewed by Iain Clark
A Conversation With a Puppeteer, by Matthew Cheney (5/8/06)
As we sat drinking our coffee in the warm night, I inquired as to how long D. had been with the puppet company and if it was his ambition to become a master puppeteer.
Do Matchmakers Dream of Estrogen Sheep?, by Matthew Cheney (3/27/06)
Depending on my mood I think the description of a person dominated by testosterone fits me pretty well, too, although I know I only think that because, being made of estrogen, I'm flexible and imaginative.
Reviews for the week of 2/20/06
Monday: Doug Lain's Last Week's Apocalypse, reviewed by Matthew Cheney
Tuesday: Maurice Dantec's Babylon Babies, reviewed by James A. Trimarco
Wednesday: George Zebrowski's Macrolife: A Mobile Utopia, reviewed by Justin Howe
Thursday: Electroplankton, for Nintendo DS, reviewed by Erin Hoffman
My Window Is Your Mirror, My Mirror Is Your Wall, My Wall Is Your Window, by Matthew Cheney (2/13/06)
I am at this particular moment working from the assumption that you understand the majority of what I am writing here. I am, then, assuming that most of these sentences are accessible. To do that, I have to make some assumptions about my audience.
Interview: Lydia Millet, by Matthew Cheney (1/16/06)
"I do think more Americans should read and educate themselves, to say nothing of engage in politics, and I do believe that if they don't take a more trenchant interest soon we're all doomed; but sadly, fiction is not going to save us from doom."
The Art of Entertainment, by Matthew Cheney (1/2/06)
I've worked as a writer, director, and actor in plays for most of my life, and so three things can make me suffer while watching a show: the writing, directing, and acting.
In Borderlands Between the Clans, by Matthew Cheney (11/21/05)
The worlds of popular fiction and literary fiction often look with jealousy and annoyance at each other.
Fantastic Reality, by Matthew Cheney (10/17/05)
A genre that must make room for Kafka and Beckett and Dostoevsky is perhaps no longer a genre but merely a definition of writing successfully.
Provocateurs of Sense, by Matthew Cheney (9/12/05)
But the wonder of Seligman's book is that he is able to think about the two writers together, to discover their commonalities without ignoring their differences, to celebrate their achievements without blinding himself to their faults.
Truth In Labelling, by Matthew Cheney (8/8/05)
Is this pursuit of truth the result of anxiety over our inability to live inside another person's mind?
The Collector, by Matthew Cheney (7/4/05)
The cards depicted bizarre creatures such as Mushy Marsha and Wormy Shermy.
Make It New!, by Matthew Cheney (6/6/05)
It would be a shame for 2005 to be known as the Year of No Movements.
Speculative Poetry: A Symposium, Part 2 of 2, by Mike Allen, Alan DeNiro, Theodora Goss, and Matthew Cheney (ed.) (5/9/05)
"I'm not sure that poetry is more emancipatory than fiction, but I do think that speculative fiction and poetry have a particular emancipatory power."
Speculative Poetry: A Symposium, Part 1 of 2, by Mike Allen, Alan DeNiro, Theodora Goss, and Matthew Cheney (ed.) (5/2/05)
"When I say that I'm concerned about newer SF poets not knowing the history of SF poetry, I'm also saying, even proclaiming with a shade of defiance, that there is a history to learn."
Just Tell Me How It Ends, by Matthew Cheney (5/2/05)
It's a sobering thought that thoughout history, violence has only been considered immoral by fanatics and crackpots.
The Stories That Predict Us, by Matthew Cheney (4/4/05)
I just knew that the story was illustrated with a picture of a soldier and, at eleven years old, I liked soldiers.
The Old Equations, by Matthew Cheney (3/7/05)
Don't tell anybody, but science fiction no longer exists.
Walls, by Matthew Cheney (2/7/05)
There are, it seems to me, two worlds of fiction. There is the world within the walls of a specific type of fiction, and there is the world outside the walls.
Alone in the House of Mims, by Barth Anderson (4/26/04)
"Your celebrity impressions are hilarious," said Wyhoff, smiling. "I love your Dick Cheney as Lon Chaney as Wolfman eating the senator. Nicely layered. Each imitation distinct."