OP-GHO, the follow up to OP-DEC, brings Carsten Reiniger back to audiences. After returning from Germany with Claire Healey and her aunt to New York City and a new life, his relationship with the girl has gone a few steps farther. Prepared to leave his bachelor days behind him, he works out the perfect time to ask her to marry him, but the moment is interrupted by a bomb. New York is home to a gregarious Nazi spy ring and they’re seeking help from the IRA to sabotage American installations. Claire is not so convinced that he’s left his spying days behind, and clues start popping up to insist that Carsten is still working for the Nazis.
I spotted this article a few weeks ago and was elated. With the release of the first book in the Trailokya Trilogy (Trailokya Trilogy, Book 1: The Shadow Soul) coming ever nearer, the gratification this gives me is beyond words. I’m living in a great time for this topic.
The women featured in the Trailokya story are in positions of power, battling some of the same issues that Earth women currently face, despite all the knowledge they could ever need and the removal of barriers. When pitched into a life with humans, their advanced society and way of life is often placed to the side. Their enemies use this precarious balance against them, throwing them into turmoil. Are they doing the best they can by their human charges, especially if married to one?
Women’s science fiction takes on these questions and more, read about them here:
“Today, both Hurley and Leckie say that female voices in science fiction are far louder than they used to be, largely thanks to blogs and social media. Now, when men wonder aloud (as they often do on their blogs) where all the women in science fiction are, those women can take to the comment section and point out that they’ve been there all along. They can use Twitter and Facebook not just to promote their work, but to connect with one an other. ‘We mirror a lot of what the overall culture is doing now,’ Hurley says, ‘which is saying that we have always been here you’re just not listening. And we’re able to do that now because there are more channels. There’s incredible profusion of all of these other avenues for us to get our voices out there, and to collaborate right. To say okay let’s go flood that comment system, and have dialogue around that.'”
My slightly obsessed historian side would really love to get a gander at this:
Renowned local scholar, William P. “high trousers” Pennypacker, 39, was briefly detained last night by Upper Merion Police. Responding to a resident’s call of a “suspicious, intoxicated vagrant-type,” constables arrived on the scene of 201.c Needshank Meadows Drive to find Pennypacker, professor of mass media and communications at a nearby university, blind drunk on the porch of what was, apparently, his own home.
“We arrived at the scene to find Pennypacker obviously grossly intoxicated, reeking of gin, and in a visible, hostile, agitated state,” said Officer Ullifschultz. “He was dressed in an outlandish Scottish outfit, and holding what appeared to be a set of antique bagpipes,” continued Ullifschultz. “When asked to produce photo identification, the suspect flailed out at my partner and with his bagpipes, screaming: ‘Ye gits! Sod off!'”
Pennypacker was handcuffed and briefly detained. According to police logs, the professor was searched and found to be holding a very large, empty flask. He was released early this morning, to the care of his graduate assistant, who has asked to remain anonymous (but what a looker!) and all charges were dropped.
When reached for comment, Pennypacker briefly appeared on his porch, where the previous evening’s activities transpired and pointed out damage he said was done to his expansive, ornate Victorian-style porch. “Those effers will hear from my solicitor, Galusha V. Peppes,” Pennypacker stated.
Neighbors across the street assessed a much different version of the story. Roger Kaputnik was quoted, “It’s the same goddamn thing every Wednesday night. Pennypacker has bagpipe practice which we all think is just an excuse to go on a bender with his boozy Irish and Scotch buddies. Then he comes back from whatever dive bar they practice at and he wakes up the whole block with his noise and drunken bagpipe playing. Frankly, we’re goddamned sick of it. It’s about time he was put in cuffs.”
For the record, the Scottish are Scots…not Scotch—which is whisky. We apologize for Mr. Kaputnik’s ignorance.
If you want to continue the shenanigans, you ought to be here.
Woah! A fascinating look at historical burials. This will leave you speechless! At least it did me. I don’t have much to say but go have a closer look. It’s macabre beauty at its best.
While I was perusing the images, all I could think of was the detail, the care and of course the regalia on parade in Trailokya Trilogy. Yeah, macabre beauty…