50BC09: Book Number 33

genesis

No, not the first book of the Bible. This Genesis comes from the mind of Kiwi sci-fi author Bernard Beckett.

It’s a quick tale that I read in pretty much one sitting. The premise is that we are watching in as the main character, Anaximander, is taking the equivalent of her board entrance exam for admission to the Academy. So we get to hear not only her presentation on one of her people’s greatest historical figures, but we are also made privy to her internal conflicts, worries, and pride regarding said presentation.

Doesn’t that sound like fun reading?

I’m probably not doing it proper justice, but I can’t really say much about this one. It has a bit of a twist to it, which I’d rather not give away. It’s a bit of a cliched twist for the science fiction world, but Beckett handles it well enough to keep it fresh and entertaining. Plus, like I already said, this was an incredibly fast read, so you don’t feel like you’ve wasted any time in reading it.

Whether or not you feel as though you’ve gained anything from it once you are finished is more than likely dependent upon how much science fiction you’ve read previously. If not a lot, then this might be new for you. And if you’re an old hand at devouring sci-fi stories, this still might be an enjoyable diversion.

Final score: 2.5/5. Nice, middle-of-the-road storytelling, and a pleasant diversion for a rainy day.

Perfectly Profitable Purell Pandemic

Because nothing is sexier than Eau de Purell
Because nothing is sexier than Eau de Purell

Damn but I wish I’d bought some Johnson & Johnson stock recently.

So you know those plastic containers that you find in convenience stores, usually filled with fun stuff like atomic fireballs or Jolly Ranchers? These containers are all over my work. Every floor. At the reception desk. In the kitchen. Everywhere. Only instead of being filled with groovy candy, they’re filled with tiny bottles of Purell. My company has also installed automatic Purell dispensers near the elevators and the restrooms.

We are ready, mo’ fo’!

For what, exactly? Apparently, for the inevitable swine flu pandemic. This is Phase I. I’m not really sure what Phase II is going to be. Actually, I’m not completely sure about Phase I. What are we supposed to do with all these little bottles of Purell? If my office mate starts to sneeze too much, am I supposed to squirt Purell all over her? Will that kill the H1N1 virus? Will it ruin her clothes? Will male coworkers stop and watch?

Hmm.

I don’t know why we go to such extremes over the silliest things. It’s the flu, people. We go through flu season every year. This is simply another strain of the flu of which we need to be aware. Caution is required. But not panic. Or “pandemic.” Although I’m sure that the hand sanitizer folks couldn’t be happier right now. It’s like the perfect marketing storm for them. Same for the cleaning supply folks. Bet those Clorox wipes haven’t flown off the shelves this fast in years.

Not that I would ever imply that companies would rejoice over profits made from undue bouts of mass hysteria…