Storm Imogen and a rainbow. Happy new year of the monkey everybody.
Admin1 is reading The Disappeared by Kristina Ohlsson. Admin2 is reading The Thing Itself by Adam Roberts which was mind-blowing. But why the hell did The Times review on the cover compare it to Swift, Orwell and Atwood, like none of which it is? Because those are the only three imaginative writers literary critics know? [Admin1: They would have been better comparing it to David Mitchell, Alasdair Gray or perhaps DM Thomas.]