If time and money were infinite, this is what we would buy and read.
The Bed of Procrustes
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
Do you remember how Michael Pollan helped you feel like a douchebag for grocery shopping, and then, while your self-esteem was low, his publisher got you to buy a tiny little book for too much money? (Food Rules. So do profit margins, apparently.) Well, replace “Michael Pollan” with “Nassim Nicholas Taleb” and “grocery shopping” with “being alive”.
You know, I think I’m going to be okay, and then he reference a Greek myth about dismemberment and… >swoon<.
I enjoyed Suzanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy and Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies books, so I suppose I should man up and accept that I’m probably going to enjoy this, too.
Though “man up” may not be the most appropriate descriptor. (Book trailer. Interview. Review.)
As a boy in England I loved me some Dan Dare, so you can just imagine that Grant Morrison and Rian Hughes’ impossible-to-find re-imagining of the fabulously-eyebrowed space hero–reprinted here–messed me up but good. Close your eyes and think of England, indeed. (Article.)