I hate summer. I hate summer. I hate summer. I spent a lot of my time this month lying flat on my back in the one room with air conditioning in our apartment and listening to audio books or reading a massive tome that I have (thus far) failed to finish — wait until next month, probably.
Read MoreIt becomes increasingly clear that what we are exploring is not a something-else but a something of which we, of which I and you and Cameron in the kitchen, are already a part. Something else is going on.
Read MoreI also tend to do much smaller book challenges than Edgar does, specifically so I can spend more time ruminating on things. Of course, this means that I don’t explore quite as much, and often end up picking through the remainder of their omnivorous ranging for my own reading.
Read MoreThe past thirty years has been quite a ride: in the 1990s, one of the biggest phenomena on television was the X-Files, which wrestled with the hidden weirdness of the 20th century (mostly in the form of aliens.) At the core of the UFO mythos was a nominally apolitical distrust of authority – the government was hiding something from us. They were hiding the truth. Of course, much of this distrust was coupled with (the publicly disavowed) white supremacist ideology. This gave us what could be called the Interbellum Consensus, sitting as it does between the Cold War and the War on Terror: the UFOlogical Weird and the Militiaman Hauntological.
Read MoreWhat I'm getting at here isn't just the juxtaposition of a classic mystery genre with the weird but something that emerges from that juxtaposition, and what it says about us and the world that we live in.
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