July was pretty good.<\/p>\n
I attended Readercon<\/a> near the start of the month, and that was a lot of fun. I met a few people, briefly, some I’d only chatted with on Twitter, some I’d never met before. (I chatted for a few minutes with Ted Chiang, and am deeply embarrassed to admit I didn’t know that’s who I was talking to. I made sure to buy a copy of his short story collection, on sale in the dealer’s room.) I attended a lot of great panels and readings, and had to miss out on a lot of others. It was a good time, and I’m seriously considering going back next year.<\/p>\n I read what I guess<\/i> is one book last month: Wool<\/i> by Hugh Howey. I say “guess” because it wasn’t written as a single book originally. It’s an “omnibus” edition of stories he released online. I liked it, and some of it a lot, but it definitely felt too long and pieced together. I mean, I’ve been reading fewer full books this year, and tend to read slowly as is, but it really shouldn’t have taken me quite so long. It was an interesting enough world that I’d consider looking into the follow-up books\/collections, Shift<\/i> and Dust<\/i>, but for right now I’m just kind of glad it’s done.<\/p>\n I saw five movies once again in July:<\/p>\n With the exception of Interstellar<\/i>, I liked them all, even the dated and fairly silly The Warriors<\/i>. Interstellar<\/i>, meanwhile, is sometimes great to look at and has its moments, but it’s not very good as a movie.<\/p>\n Space is inherently interesting. That may be the only thing Interstellar really has going for it.<\/p>\n — Fred Coppersmith (@unrealfred) July 5, 2015<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n
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