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		<title>Tales from Inside the Boerarrium, Science Fiction Vol. I</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[A.K. Otterness Tales from Inside the Boerarrium, Science Fiction Vol. I >>> More Information Publisher: Maerska Publishing Year Published: 2007 Bibliography Information and notes: &#8220;Kerrazy. Plantaddict? a planet with hyper-intelligent weeds that follows a ship? soap operas, the last hope of humanity? fascists who live in the fog? kewl. kinda rudy rucker, kinda strugatsky, kinda [...]]]></description>
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<p>Year Published: <i><b>2007</b></i></p>
<p>Bibliography Information and notes: &#8220;<i><b>Kerrazy. Plantaddict? a planet with hyper-intelligent weeds that follows a ship? soap operas, the last hope of humanity? fascists who live in the fog? kewl. kinda rudy rucker, kinda strugatsky, kinda lethem.<b></i>&#8220;</p>
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		<title>Interview with A.K. Otterness</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[with Eric StepmanAK Explains all! N.Y.C., NY, Nov. 1996 Editors note: I met A.K. Otterness for this interview in the lobby of the New York Public Library, where he spends the vast majority of his time reading. Even though the main reading room was closed for renovation, we managed to find a private sofa, where [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><b>with Eric Stepman</b><br /><i>AK Explains all!</i>
<p>N.Y.C.,<br />
NY, Nov. 1996</p>
<p>Editors<br />
note: I met A.K. Otterness for this interview in the lobby of the New<br />
York Public Library, where he spends the vast majority of his time<br />
reading. Even though the main reading room was closed for renovation,<br />
we managed to find a private sofa, where I conducted the interview.<br />
E.S.)</p>
</p>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>ERIC<br />
STEPMAN:</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>You<br />
know, I started this magazine, <u>Horrortech</u>, with some freinds<br />
of mine in 1993, to kind of group together some of the new writings<br />
and speculative fiction coming out in the early 90&#8242;s. But one of the<br />
writers kept submitting these very strange stories, some of them<br />
quite long. At first, they just seemed to be very poorly crafted<br />
attempts at writing in the pulp horror genre. But the more he sent<br />
in, the more we realized how there was a real kind of demented<br />
cultural analysis going on here. Plus, he had a whole theory about<br />
the kind of writing he was doing, and what he wanted to achieve with<br />
it. He kept calling it the &#8220;PPP&#8221; thing, which we all<br />
thought was some kind of internet technology, but it turned out to be<br />
&#8220;Post Pop Pulp&#8221;. And, that person was you. </font></font></font>
</p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.<br />
OTTERNESS</b> </font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>That&#8217;s<br />
right. And that&#8217;s when you stole my term.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<blockquote>
</blockquote>
<blockquote STYLE="margin-left: 1.18in; margin-right: 1.18in"><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><i>(editors<br />
note: while its true the term &#8220;Post Pop Pulp&#8221; was initially used to start the<br />
magazine post pop pulp without the overt permission of a.k.<br />
otterness, having been used by him first, the editors and A.K. are<br />
now on speaking terms again.)</i></font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>So,<br />
<b>A.K.</b>, when did this phrase post pop pulp first come to your mind? You have till now been mostly known for your short story Resistives in the Fiction from Cultures Edge anthology of a couple years ago, MnemoniComix, in which you posited the theory that the virtual world wont happen on computer screens but will surround us in physical space&#8230;</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><br />
Yes, that anthology was put together by Tom Wolfinger and it was pretty excellent. My Mothers Bride by Janet Skotle was my favorite. Resistives was about the miniaturization and ubiquitousness of technology, and what happens if some diy type of disgruntled hackers or kids tried to install somewhat human personalities into every type of device. The anthology was mostly stories about robots though and<br />
</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Right, but the term post pop pulp&#8230; Why did you feel it was neccessary to describe the writing style you share with so many other contemporary authors as if it was a new thing? Arent you just coining a cheap term or is there something about the term that is different for you?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><br />
No doubt it is a cheap term. In fact its just three cheap terms shoved together. But ive always mostly been interested in cheap writing. Theres something so formulaic about it that it really highlights the tension between those aspects of the human and the machine.. The pop pulp writers are pure machine, but they generate, through trickery and sleight of hand, an illusion of the human.. so its post pop pulp. A lot of these books written based onmarketiung campaigns and edited by editors with market share in mind brings demographics, numbers, analysis, and formula into narrative manipulation&#8230; so I try to make my writing style as low key and bland as possible. Sometimes, nothing at all will happen, outside of characters constructing empty abstractions&#8230; but the term actually came to me in a very graphic and non-bland way<br />
</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>I hope you arent saying our magazine is full of bland writing?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>If only it was. Theres far too much human, perhaps through error, in some of your mags stories&#8230; But the term came to me seven, eight<br />
years ago, when I was a camera man for a video documentary outside of<br />
Quito, Ecuador, filming a documentary about&#8230; well, I can&#8217;t tell you<br />
that. Yet. Anyway, while we were filming up in the mountains, there<br />
was a coke delivery truck.. it must have been from the 1950&#8242;s,<br />
straight out of a time warp.. came around the corner real fast,<br />
could&#8217;nt see our warning signs in time. He swerved, trying to get out<br />
of the way of the caterers, and smashed straight into a big old<br />
eucalyptus. And right nearly in front of my eyes, he flew out of the<br />
cab, smashed his head right into the tree. It was like bloody pulp<br />
flew everywhere, the sound was disgusting, like ripe fruit on a tin<br />
roof. And just standing there, looking at the unrecognizable head,<br />
framed by this big old weathered coke sign, I thought&#8230; how perfect.<br />
How onomatapoetic. How post-pop-pulp.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>The<br />
guy died?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>That<br />
was the amazing thing about it. We took him in to the Canadian<br />
hospital, that&#8217;s the good one in Quito, and about a month later, the<br />
guy was set up in this retirement resort, living off of his<br />
settlement. Turns out there&#8217;s a big problem amongst shit workers for<br />
big internationalist corporations who get into self mutilation for<br />
fun and profit; especially in places like ecuador, where there can be<br />
riots and the local coke plants are controlled by military contracts.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b></font></font></font></p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>So<br />
there&#8217;s a big military presence in Ecuador?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Oh,<br />
absolutely. The military is like a big family. They have their own<br />
schools, their own stores, their own companies&#8230;so it&#8217;s like,<br />
they&#8217;re basically mining the jungle to supply the oil, which they<br />
basically buy from themselves. They&#8217;re completely self-supportive.<br />
(laughs).</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Quito,<br />
huh? You know, a lot of my freinds went there.. to study birds&#8230;</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Oh,<br />
yeah, Quito is a great place. The best thing about it is the<br />
graffitti. It&#8217;s like the white walls are just itching to be covered<br />
with words like &#8220;Strike!&#8221; or &#8220;Down with the military!&#8221;<br />
or &#8220;Santana rules!&#8221;</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Is<br />
that the philosopher?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>No.<br />
You mean Santayana? I mean the musician. But this one time, it&#8217;s<br />
about 4 in the morning, and I&#8217;m walking home from papayon, this bar<br />
named after the guy who was stranded in a leper colony. Papallion,<br />
you know? It&#8217;s right below the house of Guayasamin, the famous<br />
Ecaudorian artist, and I&#8217;m kinda drunk, had a few pilsner&#8217;s in me,<br />
and I turn this corner. And there&#8217;s this kid there, and he stops in<br />
mid-brush stroke. He was obviously doing some kind of illegal<br />
graffiti. And Istop, and he stops, and Istare at him, and he stares<br />
at me, and we&#8217;re both, like, caught in this moment. And then we look<br />
at each other, and realize, you know, he&#8217;s doing what he&#8217;s doing, and<br />
I&#8217;m doing what I&#8217;m doing, and its fine. And Istart walking, and he<br />
puts his brush to the wall.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>What<br />
was he writing?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Vampiritos<br />
Psychoticos.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Psychotic<br />
Vampires?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><i>Little</i><br />
Psychotic Vampires. The diminutive.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>So,<br />
in your writing, do you use a lot of stories from your experiences? </font></font></font>
</p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Actually,<br />
I only use things Ilearn from other books. Its important, I feel,<br />
living in the post pop world, to retain a kind of purity, not to let<br />
things become corrupted by other things. Books and fictions are where<br />
most people choose to live nowadays, and thats why writing has to<br />
reflect that fact more and more. I&#8217;ve always wanted to write a novel<br />
based on the <u>New York Times</u>, for instance. I love reading it.<br />
The stories are nice, and condensed, each one has some little human<br />
lesson or conundrum in it. It&#8217;s like reading ancient zen parables. Of<br />
course, the <u>New York Times</u> has very little to do with the real<br />
world. Thats what I read the <u>Wall Street Journal</u> for.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>What<br />
was the highest eductaion you attained?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Aside<br />
from veterinary school, which I dropped out of,</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Too<br />
much blood?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>No,<br />
I read <u>The Deadly Feast</u>, by Richard Rhodes. That book really<br />
opened my eyes, I tell you. He writes about nuclear explosions and<br />
eating human brains. It&#8217;s like Oppenhiemer, it&#8217;s like, where did they<br />
drop the bomb? Was that White Sands? Or Trinity Fields?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Trinity.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>So<br />
it&#8217;s like, Oppenhiemer said, &#8220;Now we are unto Death&#8221;, that<br />
ancient Hindu saying, or whatever it is. And he&#8217;s watching this bomb<br />
go off, and he&#8217;s seeing with his eyes, and on the the other side of<br />
his eyes, on the other side of his face, is his brain! A mirror image<br />
to the bomb!</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Oppenhiemers<br />
brain is the image of Oppenheimers bomb?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>All<br />
our brains! All our brains are mirror images of the nuclear bomb.<br />
It&#8217;s just that nuclear explosions occur outside our heads, and our<br />
brains occur inside our heads, see? You see?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Um.<br />
So what did you do after you dropped out of vet school?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>I<br />
took a lot of history courses. I got into the History of Conciousness<br />
program at the University of California at Santa Cruz, and got summer<br />
credit for working at a cannery in Alaska. But, actually, I&#8217;d prefer<br />
not to talk about my life anymore at this point.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Perhaps<br />
later?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Perhaps.<br />
Ask me about something to do with writing. Isn&#8217;t this for a writing<br />
mag, anyway?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Before,<br />
you had only only written a few obscure philosophical tracts for<br />
little university journals.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Well,<br />
not that obscure. The one out of the University of Tuscaloosa is<br />
actually quite respected.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>What<br />
started you writing in the sci fi and horror genres?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>A<br />
really good freind of mine, Hawthorne Abendsen, </font></font></font>
</p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Isn&#8217;t<br />
that the name of the main character from a Phillip K. Dick story?</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>Yeah,<br />
the <u>Man in the High Castle</u>. My friend, Brokk Steingass,<br />
legally changed his name to Hawthorne Abendsen, because he&#8217;s been<br />
trying to write &#8220;The Grasshopper Lies Heavy&#8221;, the book<br />
within the book written by Hawthorne Abendsen, I mean, the book in<br />
the book written by Phillip K. Dick. And in that book, no, in the<br />
real world that we are in, Phil K. Dick wrote a book where the axis<br />
won the war. And in that book, there&#8217;s a man, Hawthorne Abendsen,who<br />
wrote a book wherein the allies won the war, about our world, see? So<br />
in our world, what my freind, Hawthorne Abendsen, the Hawthorne in<br />
our world, is trying to do, is write, in our world, the book that, in<br />
Phillip K. Dick&#8217;s book world, is the book about our world.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>E.S.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
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<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>But&#8230;<br />
isn&#8217;t that just like any book you pick up, then? About our world, I<br />
mean.</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
<p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3><b>A.K.</b><br />
</font></font></font>
</p>
<blockquote><p><font COLOR="#000000"><font FACE="Arial, sans-serif"><font SIZE=3>No,<br />
not even close. Well, actually I guess you&#8217;re right. But he&#8217;s using<br />
the I Ching to do it! Which is what Phil Dick used to write the book<br />
about the book by Hawthorne Abendson, which was written by using the<br />
I Ching. Plus, Brokk changed his name to Hawthorne Abendsen. But, it,<br />
it&#8217;s all about folding space, too&#8230;</font></font></font></p></blockquote>
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		<title>Resistives</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Jan 1993 14:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A.K. Otterness Resistives Publisher: Mnenomix Publishing Year Published: 1993 Bibliography Information and notes: &#8220; A good story if you can find a copy. Well known among early fans of cyberpunk and cypherpunk, but not so much the software algorythm freaks as the hardware heads. Straight out of the era of popular science, but this time [...]]]></description>
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<h1>Resistives</h1>
<p> Publisher: <i><b>Mnenomix Publishing</b></i></p>
<p>Year Published: <i><b>1993</b></i></p>
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<p>A good story if you can find a copy. Well known among early fans of cyberpunk and cypherpunk, but not so much the software algorythm freaks as the hardware heads. Straight out of the era of popular science, but this time a civilization in orbit around technology that talks back. Not his best writing but still one of his earlier successes. This was printed in the early 1990s by a fly by night publisher but there are still a few floating around the good will bins.</p>
<p>From the Anthology <strong>MnemoniComix: New Fiction from Cultures Edge</strong> edited by Tom Wolfinger.<b></i>&#8220;</p>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 09 Aug 1992 11:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>Year Published: <i><b>1992</b></i></p>
<p>Bibliography Information and notes: &#8220;<i><b>A tale of middle class greed and its horror story consequnces<b></i>&#8220;</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 03 Jun 1991 08:01:01 +0000</pubDate>
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<p>Year Published: <i><b>1991</b></i></p>
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<p>
McSweeney, an old, possessed, staggering Irish work boat, and its captain Dave takes their ironic genius out on the world in this surrealist tradgedy. Taking place on the fantastic isle of Might on the Lee, where the depressed Eggers Lighthouse has stood in lonely unloved isolation, collecting the dust of centuries, a useless museum in which lives an aging parrot who can only repeat the heartbreaking phrase of charles dicken&#8217;s little Timothy, &#8220;God Bless us.. one and all!&#8221;, and a complete anthology of futuristic technologies, some of which resemble internet, failed lemon type technology, lies an untitled novel involving secrets revealed by ghosts of dead american authors.
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<p>
Follow captain G.O. David as he sails and wanders about the island, its blue waters and the Eggers Lighthouse, discoursing with a tendency towards rhetoric amongst the castaway ghosts of dead american literature.</p>
<p>One of Otterness&#8217;s less lucid novels.<b></i>&#8220;</p>
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