Monthly Archives: July 2013

The Game Players of Titan by Philip K. Dick

I’m not really sure where I stand on Philip K. Dick. Every book of his that I read is enjoyable enough, but not so enjoyable that I’ve ever really got why he’s so highly-rated. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, The Man In The High Castle and A Scanner Darkly are all somewhere in the range between good and great, but probably closer to good.

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Latitude 2013

The Place

Latitude is in a bit middle of nowhere-ish park in Suffolk. I imagine a local would give a more accurate location, but all I can give you is “somewhere between Ipswich and Norwich”. It was nice going through the country lanes and villages on a sunny Thursday on the way there; not so nice doing the same on the way home in the early hours of Monday morning.

The venue itself is in a country park – camping is the standard festival camping, although probably with nicer toilets (not anywhere near nice enough though!) and with more thistles than your usual park. Fortunately for some reason I had nail scissors, so a bit of gardening cleared out our immediate area, which made stumbling around barefoot and half-awake in the morning less likely to lead to pain.

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Death Masks by Jim Butcher

Dresden Files 5, so lets make this snappy. If you don’t what the deal with the Dresden Files is yet, read my other reviews. Death Masks opens with Harry in unfamiliar, uncomfortable ground: being interviewed on a TV show about occult matters. One of his fellow guests is a local psychic, Mortimer, who is the reason Harry is on the show. Mortimer won’t meet Harry in private, given the still-existing risk that the Red Court vampires might try to kill Harry at any moment. A safe public meeting ground is needed, hence meeting via the show. Read the rest of this entry