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The Secret Sharer
 Movie Review: Prometheus
Ridley Scott foreruns his classic and groundbreaking “Alien” with a compelling and existential film that reaches wide, but ultimately fails. Visually and cinematically stunning, “Prometheus” indulges in the action and one-liners that summer moviegoers may be craving while also bringing a sense of eerie irony. It falls prey to many of the pitfalls found in the “genre” formula, yet it holds a bizarre and resonant quality that other blockbusters lack. This is perhaps what makes this film a particular disappointment. If there were no potential, then the letdown would be less stinging. Read more
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 Enter a Future: Fantastic Tales from
Asimov’s Science Fiction
By Sheila Williams
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Welcome. Please come in. Enter some futures. Feel free to pull up a chair and sit down with these fantastic stories from Asimov’s Science Fiction magazine. No two of these futures is the same. Yet, while the characters cope with presents that are removed from our own to varying degrees, the dilemmas they face are never removed from the joys and terrors of the human condition. Many of these stories are… Read more.
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Long Night on Redrock
by Felicity Shoulders
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If you’re exploring the town, you should stop walking,” Peder Finn called down from his porch. The stranger, a fair-haired man bent under a backpack, paused at the gate. Peder pegged him for an offworlder. A dozen telltales said as much: from his low-topped shoes, likely to let in sand, to his unshaded eyes, without tanned-in squint or sunglass marks. It was almost aynid harvest, a suspicious time for an offworlder to come visiting.
The man took in the dusty yard, where Peder’s children had lined and stacked rocks into an imaginary city and set a carved toy horse on an overturned bucket to reign. Finally his gaze settled on Peder, who had paused in carving another toy, a long strip of synthwood still hanging from his knife.
Peder produced a noncommittal smile. “Nothing that way you want to visit.”
“Oh!” the stranger said. “Right. Lost track. Good afternoon, Mr. . . .”
“Finn.”
“My name’s Ando Lucas, Mr. Finn,” the younger man said, mirroring Finn’s smile with a greater attempt at warmth. “I’m in the area collecting folk songs.” Peder couldn’t place the bland, smoothed-out accent.
“Folk songs.”
“Why yes. Isolated worlds, especially with a homogeneous—I mean coherent—cultural base, often keep producing music that—am I boring you?”
“I don’t sing.”
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