Tag: SingLit
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On the Publication of Babylon Red, and, the Triumph of Absurdity
Previously, I described my struggles to verify that I own the copyright to Babylon Red. In the face of such Kafkaesque insanity, I reasoned that ordinary logic would be insufficient to penetrate the silicon shell of the KDP Content Review Team. My only recourse was absurdity on a scale to overmatch what I have encountered.…
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BooksActually and Lessons for SingLit
Rice Media’s expose on BooksActually reveals a skein of rot running through the SingLit scene. Touted as Singapore’s premier independent bookstore, BooksActually was a cornerstone of Singapore literature. Its co-founder Kenny Leck is accused of harassment and toxic behaviour. While Leck claimed that there are allegations and inferences ‘that remain totally untrue’, he has apologised…
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Hostis Humani Generis Part 3
CESS The days and weeks crawled past in a tedious, interminable slog of observations and inspections and regular reports to Earth. At least the Marine contingent could visit ships and stretch their legs. The spacers were confined to their duty stations and their quarters, unable to do anything that might compromise their protective posture. The…
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Hostis Humani Generis Part 2
Challenge In space, math reigned supreme. And the mathematics of war was not with Task Force 136. In SEL-5, every object not under thrust maintained a stationary position relative to the sun and Earth. Too used to watching constellations in constant motion over planetary bodies, a sense of unreality washed over Silva as he studied…
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The Wind Blows From the West Part 10
you can move.” Lee helped Cheung out of the wagon and on his feet. Cheung walked a little, wobbling, but quickly gained strength. “Thank—thank you,” Cheung said. Lanterns appeared behind them, followed by shouts. “We’re not done yet,” he said. “Come on.” “Where’s Ayan?” “Dead. We have to go.” They ran for the steam car…
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The Wind Blows From the West Part 9
As Lee left the inn, he heard a low metal growl. The steam engine was warmed up and ready to go. There was only one undertype steam wagon in the inn’s parking lot, and Tung was leaning against the cab waiting for him. She slid off the metal. She stared at him, then beyond him.…