By: Jack London

Jack London’s post- apocalyptic plague novel — 8th installment

By: Joshua Glenn

“Viscous agglutinations of bubbling cells”

By: Joshua Glenn

Her Maida Books are feminist science fiction.

By: Jack London

Jack London’s post- apocalyptic plague novel — 7th installment

By: Jack London

Jack London’s post- apocalyptic plague novel — 6th installment

By: HILOBROW

A lonely AI sings the blues.

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“We wanted it more than ever”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“We! We! We! We! We! We! We!”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“He held a mirror up to our very best selves”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“the blood-soaked refuse left from a pillage”

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“Look! Look around you!”

By: Jack London

Jack London’s post- apocalyptic plague novel — 5th installment

By: Joshua Glenn

Why do science fiction histories airbrush out titles from 1904-33?

By: Kathryn Kuitenbrouwer

“The adults have deserted us to their own cause”

By: Joshua Glenn

His Fu Manchu yarns succeeded by stoking readers’ fear of a Yellow Peril.