As practiced today, geology is not a science but a pursuit of observations for their own sake, not all that different from collecting stamps.
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JG Ballard’s The Delta at Sunset, written in 1964, bears more than a passing resemblance to Hemingway’s much more famous The Snows of Kilimanjaro, from…
3 CommentsA possible solution to the mystery in “The Beach Murders” . This is one of JG Ballard’s less dystopian short stories, and also one that, to those who lived through it, conveys the feelings of the Cold War during the 1960’s with Ballardian incisiveness.
2 CommentsThe image that opens this essay is quite possibly the closest I will ever get to photographing a large wild animal in its natural habitat. But I think of this humble coyote…
2 CommentsPerhaps the most beautiful cat poem ever written, by Jorge Luis Borges, “A Un Gato”
1 CommentIsaac Asimov may have been the worst of the famous science fiction writers, but he understood overpopulation. His unsophisticated prose would have been dreadful if…
5 CommentsI daydream of a utopian future Earth—sparsely populated and silent—but I recognize it as an impossibility, owing to the incompatibility between population growth and finite resources.
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