The Fredösphere

As all my regular visitors come straggling back after the holidays (you are coming back, right?) I want to make sure you all read my magnum opus, about the church scene from Beneath the Planet of the Apes.  At this point, I would like to declare myself, on the basis of extremely incomplete information, the world's foremost authority on the topic of choral music in sci-fi.

Let me also point out at this juncture that I know everything there is to know about zeppelins named after anti-popes.

Continuing in my role as sci-fi choirmaster, let me warn you of the existence of a nasty-looking little book called A Choir of Ill Children:

It is, without a doubt, an intriguing read. Despite an oddity that perhaps once was his undeveloped sister emerging from his side and eventually bitten off by his three-headed brothers in a fit of rage, Tom gains the reader’s trust and respect while still maintaining an element of creepy personal ties to the strange community that lives in the swamps. Meanwhile he yearns for, yet despises, the outside “normal” world. Although the unusual swamp people consider normal finger-removal, bread-baking monks, and creatures that sit in the bottom of pits eating chicken bones or anything else that crosses their path for a fifth of moonshine.

Read the review here.  Or better yet, don't.