nicknicknicknick reviewed Angry Young Spaceman by Jim Munroe
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3 stars
1) "'Thanks for the beer, asshole,' I said as I turned away.
A few steps from the door there was the familiar music of cheap bar glass smashing against... what was that? I turned around. Ah. Fuckwad had thrown his glass into the display of expensive liquor bottles. His back was to me, and his arms were crossed in a sullen way.
The charliebot was immobile. One of the lights in his neck way through the door.
'You owe the bar 450 credits for the damages incurred.'
It made me smile, but it wasn’t a real smile, just skin pulled tighter."
2) "'Hmm,' I said, thinking about my more successful quest for tribe. 'I became a ghost walking around the school. The conversations didn’t die on my approach, and so I got to listen to vacuous stupidities which simply deepened my gloom. Nattering about clothing without talking about aesthetics; they …
1) "'Thanks for the beer, asshole,' I said as I turned away.
A few steps from the door there was the familiar music of cheap bar glass smashing against... what was that? I turned around. Ah. Fuckwad had thrown his glass into the display of expensive liquor bottles. His back was to me, and his arms were crossed in a sullen way.
The charliebot was immobile. One of the lights in his neck way through the door.
'You owe the bar 450 credits for the damages incurred.'
It made me smile, but it wasn’t a real smile, just skin pulled tighter."
2) "'Hmm,' I said, thinking about my more successful quest for tribe. 'I became a ghost walking around the school. The conversations didn’t die on my approach, and so I got to listen to vacuous stupidities which simply deepened my gloom. Nattering about clothing without talking about aesthetics; they discussed scandal after scandal, but never ethics; drinking and self-destruction without nihilism; sport without catharsis.'"
3) "I followed her back into the Living Garden and into the tunnels. I was thinking about how awful it would be if she actually did want to have sex now, finally, when all she inspired in me was despair. But what the hell did I want, anyway? A militant Earth-resister? Of course she thought Earth was great — it was like her hobby. Was she supposed to look at the loss of a few traditions that were probably really boring to her as some kind of crime? When it brought with it new, modern, liberating ideas? When it made her as a female — and as a female who spoke English — a lot more powerful?"