It’s a joke, it’s not a joke; it’s a tragic and alarming predicament, except maybe it’s only weird or frustrating or sad.

Stylistically and even substantively very different, pessimistic visions of near-future India are nonetheless united by an attempt to explore the impact of disruptive technological and social changes upon a vast and riven community.

Morrow's novel is intensely concerned with the aesthetic effects of art.

The Midwich Cuckoos was a horror story. The Fallen Children just thinks it is.

For nearly a decade, in other words, we have been witness to the eclipse of one of the writers we should be lauding most loudly.

Bear's futures with public funding and union protections may seem more and more anachronistic, but only if we don't catch the utopian spark in them that even he almost certainly didn't intend.

What is it that departs? What took form in this dizzying event that nobody witnessed in detail?

. . . there is no excess fat here. You open a page, Hernandez’s characters pull you in immediately with their self-assured and friendly voices. And then, before you know it, the stories are over, leaving you both quite satisfied, and desiring more.

What Chasing the Stars really takes from Othello is a series of emotional beats, deployed in various (and variously effective) ways.

The words you speak are a, perhaps the, key manifestation of who you are, so change the manner of your saying and you change the manner of yourself. Tawada is a Japanese-German author who's won major awards in both languages over the last few decades, and so is perhaps more aware of this situation than most.