Rosewater Press

It’s probably going to become apparent, as this series goes on, that I read more comics and manga than prose. Of course, I can’t predict the future. I have no way of knowing which books will stick out to me. Maybe I’ll never write about sequential art again. But the simple fact of the matter is I grew up in a home that didn’t discriminate. Not against comics, I mean. My father brought Aquaman into my world with the same reverence he held for Ivanhoe or Ray Bradbury. It was all literature to me.          T hat being said, there is one major mark against both comics and manga: serialization. It’s not a problem for me as a fan; anyone who’s been to the comic shop with me knows how fat my pull box can get. But as a reviewer, I’d rather recommend standalone media, works that only necessitate a single purchase. I don’t want to saddle anybody with a subscription. So while I’ve been greatly enjoying everything from Absolute Martian Manhunter to Don’t Call It Myst...

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What feels like a lifetime ago now, I took a creative writing elective in tenth grade in place of regular English. This represents basically the only period in my life in which I was regularly writing fiction, unfortunately. For this reason, the better end of the stories written that year still enter my head whenever I think about picking fiction back up. There's a drabble where an assassin disguises himself as a button in his target's shirt that I've been meaning to come back to for years.           And there's also "Experiments in Artificial Companionship", a bizarre piece of fiction starring an incel-ish guy (before we had a word for 'em) implanting an artificial consciousness into a robotic female body he had constructed for... well, for reasons that are beyond the scope of a high school classroom. The AI is based on his favorite fictional character, of course, and the story ends on the implication that the character was literally transposed into his d...