First I want you to know that Orson Scott Card is a crazy man and I don’t know if he’s in on the joke or if he’s become the joke. He’s Westboro Baptist Crazy.
Before I saw Ender’s Game I was struck by a simple truth that I was shocked that has never occurred to me: that due to the limits of time, books are a super medium for storytelling. Continue reading “Book was better; Ender’s Game”