1. Belated but unbowed, I posted a sort of review of the movie Where the Wild Things Are at the Blog Gate.
2. The Sci Fi Guys Book Review guys interviewed me a while ago for one of their periodic podcasts, and it’s up, now. It was a pretty good conversation, I thought.
3. I partook in the latest round of discussions about sf/f, respect and respectability at SF Signal’s Mind Meld feature.
I’ll see your review of “Where the Wild Things Are” and raise you a “…the hell?” after seeing the movie, digesting it, and promptly having gastrointestinal reactions.
The 25 page book had far more plot and made better sense then the movie did. But eh, to each their own I suppose. I mean, after all, I did like Waterworld.
I guess there was nothing in the movie that didn’t make sense to me, but it was very different from the book in some ways. Well, there you go: everybody has their own slant on stuff.
Mind meld = interesting.
Do you think there’s a problem with readers who don’t read for that playfulness? Who aren’t interested in those games and would rather have serious
funfun?The way I look at it is: there are just different games that they like to play. The output of creativity may be somber indeed, but the genesis is always a kind of play.
That’s why I can’t get bent out of shape about genre questions. The hockey enthusiast may scream at the baseball player all day about why his form of play is better, but it doesn’t matter. And it certainly doesn’t make him a better hockey player.