You’ve activated my trap card! Read the book 14 times or so, and it’s not a long read. Finally feel I’ve caught most of the thing. Caveat: I’m not that bright.
Here’s another taste to whet your appetite:
“I brought her flowers one dusky Tuesday evening when the light was perfect. I pointed out the irony of that romantic old tradition— the severed genitalia of another species, offered as a pre-copulatory bribe—and then I recited my story just as we were about to fuck. To this day, I still don’t know what went wrong.”
(The character quoted had half his brain dug out as a child, some sort of viral epilepsy, replaced with some sort of electronics. He’s basically hyper-autistic. He’s also the unreliable narrator.)
Blindsight is hard science fiction. The spaceship captain is a vampire, an obligate carnivore from the Pleistocene era, our ancient enemy. Yes, it works.
You’ve activated my trap card! Read the book 14 times or so, and it’s not a long read. Finally feel I’ve caught most of the thing. Caveat: I’m not that bright.
Here’s another taste to whet your appetite:
“I brought her flowers one dusky Tuesday evening when the light was perfect. I pointed out the irony of that romantic old tradition— the severed genitalia of another species, offered as a pre-copulatory bribe—and then I recited my story just as we were about to fuck. To this day, I still don’t know what went wrong.”
(The character quoted had half his brain dug out as a child, some sort of viral epilepsy, replaced with some sort of electronics. He’s basically hyper-autistic. He’s also the unreliable narrator.)
Blindsight is hard science fiction. The spaceship captain is a vampire, an obligate carnivore from the Pleistocene era, our ancient enemy. Yes, it works.