Summer is typically a
busy time of year for me and this year is no different. The
unexpected arrival of hot weather and sunshine has further kept me
away from the keyboard, and I admit that the blog has had to take
second place recently to some fiction I’m working on (gasp!) and a
Secret Project: the latter two will hopefully come to fruition in the
autumn when I suppose I’ll make another of my misguided attempts to
make something of my dreary creative ambitions.
So, there’s not been
a lot of time or motivation to consider my quarterly reading report.
I’d hoped to have the three volumes of the History of the Science
Fiction Magazine wrapped up by now, but that hasn’t happened. The
fact is that the necessity to blog about each story holds up the
reading: as I get behind, I’m disinclined to read more. This means
I’m on track to have read even fewer books this year than last
year. But, as I approach volume three, it seems a good time to think
about what these volumes have shown us about what SF and where it
came from, and that’s mostly what this review is going to look at.
But first, let’s have
a look at what’s turning into my primary source of reading love:
super-hero comics.
It makes for a long
post, but there you are: these reading reports always get out of
hand.