Translating the planet-annihilating outcomes of intergalactic warfare from Douglas Adams’s Vogons—a spoof of town councils’ urban planning—to a spoof of Eurovision forces this novel to pick a very delicate path through European war memory itself.
This novel isn’t quite a standard piece of science fiction. It’s more a futuristic kind of myth, a speculative fabulation, a knowing entry in the long-running story Irish literature has told about itself.
Inspired by the leading science fiction writers of the 1940s and '50s, sci-fi rock created some of the most indelible sounds of the decade. Few rock journals acknowledge this influence. Even the SF community has failed to bridge the gap.
Blah blah zombies and consumerism, aren’t we all mindless meatsacks of hunger looking to fill the void with Gucci and/or brains, doesn’t work make us zombies. Ma has plenty more to say—about the specificity of hunger, and the mindlessness of nostalgia.
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