The Dutch Arrive on Manhattan Island: An Indian Perspective Henry Hudson, employed by the Dutch India Company, anchored off of Manhattan in 1609 and traded with local Indians. Hudson then headed up the river (later named the Hudson River) seeking Northwest Passage to Asia. Other Dutch settlers soon followed. Waxy.org: Andy Baio lives here All Female Protagonist Are The Same Women characters are not treated or talked about as though they could have the same range as men. I answered the question “How is Clary different from Katniss and Bella?” so many times at Comic Con that I finally blew up at some poor guy and said “Andrew Garfield is right behind me on the carpet. Are you going to ask him how Spiderman is different from Harry Potter?
Strange Horizons, a weekly speculative fiction magazine 14 April 2014 (Reviews) FICTION: The Final Girl, by Shira Lipkin An Eclectic Mind Feminist Fiction So, who else was surprised that they ended up loving Downton Abbey this season? After a couple of years of disappointment and incredibly annoying male characters (I think Robert and Branson competed for “male character I hate the most” while Sybil was still around), Downton Abbey managed to once again find its sweet spot of soapiness and addictive drama without ever-repetitive plotlines and the diminishment of its female characters. The love square with Ivy, Daisy, Jimmy and Alfred was a bit annoying, but even that was perhaps worth it, when it concluded with a beautiful, tear-jerking scene between Daisy and Mrs Patmore.
A Candid Look at Books and the Book Industry : Publishing News : Booksellers : Bookstores : Reviews Interviews Like many editorial consultants, I’ve been concerned about the amount of time I’ve been spending on easy fixes that the author shouldn’t have to pay for. Sometimes the question of where to put a comma, how to use a verb or why not to repeat a word can be important, even strategic. But most of the time the author either missed that day’s grammar lesson in elementary school or is too close to the manuscript to make corrections before I see it. So the following is a list I’ll be referring to people *before* they submit anything in writing to anybody (me, agent, publisher, your mom, your boss). Mirabilis.ca Enter Ye Myne Mystic World of Gayng-Raype: What the “R” Stands for in “George R.R. Martin” George R.R. Martin is creepy. There! I said it! In days of yore, before the Striding Elves sailed West to Sygmagfhdflkglll, and giants did waylay travelers throwing stones carved from the mighty Tghfarghfr Mountains, and yon Good Queen Sady had not yet been assailed in that great war known as the Rage of Nerds, led by those black-hearted, dishonorable brigands known as the Knights of Rowling, joined later by those who would overthrow the land of Tiger Beatdown itself in the name of the Nameless King called Who — I will NEVER! READ!
Starship Stormtroopers by Micheal Moorcock (From Michael Moorcock's "The Opium General" Harrap (1984), reprinted from Cienfuegos Press Anarchist Review 1978) There are still a few things which bring a naive sense of shocked astonishment to me whenever I experience them -- a church service in which the rituals of Dark Age superstition are performed without any apparent sense of incongruity in the participants -- a fat Soviet bureaucrat pontificating about bourgeois decadence -- a radical singing the praises of Robert Heinlein. If I were sitting in a tube train and all the people opposite me were reading Mein Kampf with obvious enjoyment and approval it probably wouldn't disturb me much more than if they were reading Heinlein, Tolkein or Richard Adams. All this visionary fiction seems to me to have a great deal in common.
Neil Gaiman It's been a strange week, filled with odd things happening. Oddest of all, I've bought a house (it is not as this quote might lead you believe, in Sacramento California: that quote was taken from a longer interview with me about my fondness for backing things on Kickstarter: The new house is something that's been in the works for a few months now: I saw somewhere in the Autumn, fell in love with it, convinced Amanda that I was in love, and we finally closed on it yesterday afternoon. It's a lot like my old Addams Family house in the woods, only it's not an Addams Family house, more of little cluster of stone cottages in the woods. (The woman I bought it from had lived here fifty years exactly; the man whose family she and her husband had bought it from in January 1964 drew newspaper comics back in the Golden Age.) I listened to the Best of Nick Lowe, David Bowie's The Next Day, and Simon Vance's Audiobook of Mervyn Peake's Titus Groan as I drove.
Charlie's Diary So: the referendum is over and the count is underway. I'm about to go to bed; when I wake up there should be a result. The final YouGov opinion poll today (not an exit poll) gave No a 54/46 lead, but earlier polls suggest the outcome is within the margin of error; I'd be very surprised if that final poll reflects the final count. In Edinburgh, the turnout was around 89.7% of the electorate, with voter registration running at 97% overall and more than 95% of postal ballots returned. One thing is sure: even a "no" victory won't kill the core issue of the delegitimization of the political elite. (It has become not simply a referendum on independence, but a vote of confidence on the way the UK is governed; anything short of a huge "no" victory amounts to a stinging rebuke to the ruling parties of the beige dictatorship.)