The SFF Latinx Bundle, one
of the great deals of the year is over, sorry.
But
if you’re a chronic procrastinator, or just scalp-deep in the
craziness of our times, don’t dive into the pit of despair just
yet. The bundle may have been archived, but the books are all still
available, as they were before.
To
remind you about them, I will be reviewing them (with the exception
of the one I wrote, because you have probably been hearing enough
about it lately).
I
have already read and reviewed some of these books, and my thoughts
on Signal to Noise
and
The Closet of Discarded Dreams are
just a click away.
(Note:
I know the link to the Closet
review
is to a blurb, not a review. I could have sworn that I wrote a review
of Closet,
but I can’t find it. Maybe I misremembered the blurb as a review.
Awk, this is getting more gonzo than I intended . . .)
Unfortunately,
the website where I reviewed Soulsaver
is
no more, and my file of it was lost in one of my many computer
crashes of the new millennium. I’ll review it again; it’s been a
while.
Meanwhile,
I’ve read Lords
of the Earth,
and Ink,
and am going through The
Assimilated Cuban’s Guide to Quantum Santeria.
This will give me plenty of material for Chicanonautica in the next
few months.
Something earthshaking and on subject could also come along that I just
have to write about.
It probably will happen. 2019 promises to be a year of
political madness, and a lot of it is aimed at us
Chicano/Latino/Latinx/Latinoids.
We
seem to be what’s happening.
Meanwhile,
it's great to have a lot of Latinx science fiction and fantasy (with us,
the line blurs, because magic realism from a sufficiently advanced
technological culture tends to be indistinguishable from science
fiction) to read while dodging the pendejadas.
Ernest Hogan runs around trying to survive in our desmadreized world.
Sometimes the results look like art, literature, entertainment, or
some other pretense of culture. The imagination is a weapon, or at
least his is.
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