I haven't liked anything Anderson has done since Hard 8, his debut noir (not coincidentally, the last film on which he worked with an editor), and his last two pictures, Magnoiia and Punchdrunk Love, were especially awul; but this one looks intriguing. I'll give it a shot, but if a single frog falls from the heavens, I'm walking.
A discussion on short fiction on Ellen Datlow's blog
has thusfar been dominated by the ebullient Nick Mamatas, who doesn't like much, he says, a viewpoint that's tough to argue with. If you have anything to add, drop over. I didn't--they're not talking about stuff I know anything about. I was startled to learn that Clarkesword had a magazine, edited by NM, which goes to show just how far down in the sand my head is buried. What I'm interested in, which so far hasn't been brought up, is why so much new fiction seems to avoid dealing with social and political issues. Admittedly, I don't read much, but Paolo Bacigalupi (sp?) and a few others are the only ones I'm aware of--probably it's going on without my notice, but there wasn't much when I started and I presume that nothing much has changed, though the world's problems have grown more severe and pressing. Anyway...