From: g@crcomp.net   
      
   Scott Dorsey wrote:   
   > Why haven't I heard of this before?   
   >   
   > If you crossed Stephen King's _The Stand_ with Pirsig's _Zen and the Art of   
   > Motorcycle Maintenance_, you would get this book.  A man and his son are   
   > headed out into the wasteland after some terrible apocalypse that has burned   
   > all the land and killed many people and all of the vegetation.  Anything that   
   > could kill kudzu is serious.  There are philosophical discussions, there is   
   > a fight for survival, there are good people and bad people.  Some of the   
   > bad people are pretty bad.  I enjoyed the book and I didn't really expect to.   
   > I think it's SF.   
      
   My own pair proclivity pick leans into a mongrel mix of Matheson's I AM   
   LEGEND and THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE by Jackson. Nonetheless, many more   
   plausible pathogenic permutations are available in pop culture for   
   readers to turpitudinously tailor to their own taste.   
       In regards to the comments of others, do horror novels necessarily   
   need a denouement? Doesn't sordid stream-of-consciousness steam along   
   of its own accord until fen finally get their fill and non-fen throw   
   the book against the wall in disgust?   
      
   Given my inclination to follow in the footsteps of the Wright Brothers,   
   Zen and the art of bicycle maintenance fits me. With DIY derailleur   
   tuning and nomenclature finally mastered, each small smooth shift up the   
   mountain maintains mindfulness ...   
       ... of Perry Rhodan's DER MANN MIT DEN ZWIE GESICHTERN (THE MAN   
   WITH TWO FACES) as it plays through my sport earbuds. In TWO FACES the   
   IT collective cheats a cheat called Cardiff.   
      
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   Don.......My cat's  )\._.,--....,'``.                     veritas    _|_   
   telltale tall tail /,   _.. \   _\  (`._ ,.               liberabit   |   
   tells tall tales.. `._.-(,_..'--(,_..'`-.;.'              vos         |   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)