Elysium is bad science fiction on just about every level, and a pretty poor film to boot. Snowpiercer, by contrast, is a fascinating study of human social psychology in a high-stress environment.
A shower of narcissistic celebutards and vain Hollywood types gather for a party that happens to coincide with the Rapture and the subsequent end of the world? How could this go wrong?
Will McIntosh’s latest novel initially appears ugly and callous, but given time blossoms and displays its heart.
A quick update on some of my writing for other venues.
A joint review of Jeff Noon’s groundbreaking, hallucinatory, Manchester-based SF novels: Vurt (1993) and Pollen (1995).