CITATION HEEDED

Review: The Conjuring of America

For self-obvious reasons, I am not going to use a lot of the book’s terminology here.

If A City on Mars is at a 9, this is at a 4.

A woman, a plan, a canal.

You must save yourself. The newsman will not do it for you.

Do you want blood quantum? That’s how you get blood quantum.

Ten Percent Unhappier.

The question is whether you start singing The Killers or Smash Mouth when you read the title.

“Women! why tarry ye, whose task it is to spread your monarch’s path with tapestry?”

Can someone make a musical about this guy? While secular music is still permitted?

The specter of the history of science haunts a fun narrative.