The Martian Child
Feh. It seems disingenuous to keep on about how much I detest DDGFBFGF (Dan-David-GoodFag-BadFag-Gerrold-Friedman) and then keep blogging about his books every day. Though I can honestly say that I disliked this one.
Partly it’s that I heard him tell many of these stories on Compu$erve way back when (and was not much impressed then, either). Partly it’s that when removed from the constraints of a novel he tends to go on and on about himself like the pompous self-absorbed ass he is. Partly it’s the self-congratulatory tone that reeks from the pages (eau d’ego).
I found myself remembering some of the more vicious observations and speculations made at the time by people who (believe it or not) detested this man even more than I do. I found myself wishing I had stayed up late re-reading Metzger’s Dog or Crazy In Alabama instead of this. I find myself wanting not to remember my own history with this man and his story. And I find myself suggesting that this is a book you may want to skip.
The interview went well. The supervisor for the new position seemed to like me and I feel I made a good case. She promised to call Friday or Saturday to let me know one way or the other if I got the position. Time will tell.
Finally, on a much more upbeat note, today Bev has composed some delightfully hilarious limericks about her blog and a few others, including this one. Check it out on her blog, Funny The World.