Malo stroke. Debel špeh, ki sem ga samo preletel, da sem dobil osnovno znanje o jQueryju.
»I hit my thumb twice while pounding in the nail for the picture. Then, when I hung it, I found that I'd put it too low and had it to do all over again, including hitting my thumb.«
Tri novele na temo ljudi s sposobnostmi teleportiranja. Prvi dve sta povezani, tretja samostojna. Ni slabo.
»Commercials really get to him. He says you used to be able to skip them, just prog them right out of your recording, but it's hard to imagine that now.«
Lauren Beukes piše čudne SF romane (boljšega opisa ne znam najti), ki se dogajajo v njej domačem Johhanesburgu. Za Moxyland bi rekel isto kot za pred časom prebrani Zoo City – ni slabo, a je brez nekega pametnega začetka in konca.
»Odlomek iz Valevinove izumiteljske beležke: Izumi lepilo. Zlepi stole. Najdi nekaj drugega, na čemer bodo sedeli sloni.«
Nadaljevanje finega otroško-mladinskega romana o starem gradu, čudaški družini in krokarju, ki pripoveduje zgodbo.
»It was a quiet morning, the town covered over with darkness and at ease in bed. Summer gathered in the weather, the wind had the proper touch, the breathing of the world was long and warm and slow. You had only to rise, lean from your window, and know that this indeed was the first real time of freedom and living, this was the first morning of summer.«
Junija nas je zapustil Ray Bradbury, pa sem se spravil ponovno prebirat njegova dela. Začel sem z Regratovim vinom, prijetno zgodbo o otroštvu v časih, ko še ni bilo interneta, telefonov, televizije in so bili avtomobili še redkost na ameriških cestah. Priporočam.
»"There they are," said Dad, and he shifted Michael on his shoulder and pointed straight down. The Martians were there. Timothy began to shiver. The Martians were there--in the canal--reflected in the water. Timothy and Michael and Robert and Mom and Dad. The Martians stared back up at them for a long, long silent time from the rippling water.«
Knjiga ne ravno povezanih in ne ravno usklajenih zgodb o zemeljskih odpravah in invaziji na Mars. Klasika SF-a. Mljac!
»The rain continued. It was a hard rain, a perpetual rain, a sweating and steaming rain; it was a mizzle , a downpour, a fountain, a whipping at the eyes, an undertow at the ankles; it was a rain to drown all rains and the memory of rains. It came by the pound and the ton, it hacked at the jungle and cut the trees like scissors and shaved the grass and tunneled the soil and molted the bushes. It shrank men’s hands into the hands of wrinkled apes; it rained a solid glassy rain, and it never stopped.«
Zbirka nepovezanih SF zgodb v značilnem Bradburyjevem slogu.
»And if it's around October twentieth and everything smoky-smelling and the sky orange and ash grey at twilight, it seems Hallowe'en will never come in a fall of broomsticks and a soft flap of bedsheets around corners. But one strange wild dark long year, Hallowe'en came early. One year Hallowe'en came on October 24, three hours after midnight.«
Roman z zelo podobno zasnovo kot Dandelion Wine – Amerika pred prvo svetovno vojno skozi otroške oči – le da je ta bolj v fantastično-horror vodah. Prvič sem jo prebral in mi je bila zelo všeč.
»The October country . . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; wherenoons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, andmidnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts.«
Zbirka horror/bizarnih zgodb. Marsikatera od njih se je znašla v TV nanizanki The Ray Bradbury Theater.
Berem: Leviathan Wakes