Here’s a little excerpt from a story I’ve been working on in a few different mediums (I’ve shared a few other snippets, too, if you’d like to piece them together and figure it out…). It’s science-y and physics-y and all timey-wimey, but hopefully it’s at least a little bit enjoyable on its own!
And here’s another new article I wrote for the fine folks at Quirk Books about one of my favorite things in the entire world: time travel paradoxes. Time to make your head spin!
Here’s a little behind-the-scenes documentary that I put together for our upcoming production of Harold Pinter’s Betrayal at the Huntington. This was one of the first plays to famously explore a nonlinear chronology, which is one of its more interesting qualities (basically, LOST owes a lot to Betrayal). Anyway, check it out. Previews start Friday!
Today over at Five By Five Hundred, I’ve included a brief excerpt from a short story & play I’m working on about love and time travel, and an endlessly cyclical relationship where both parties start at different times. (and then of course as I type that I think “ah shit, now everyone’s gonna think I’m ripping off of River Song and The Doctor, or I’m trying to re-write The Time Traveler’s Wife. Oh well). There might be more from the story next week; or, I might do something entirely different. Who knows! (answer: you do, if you’re a time traveler)
Continuing in my established tradition from the Mass Brewer’s Fest and last year’s Winter Beer Jubilee, I present for you the latest installment of Haiku Beer Review, compiled at the 2012 Winter Beer Summit. I make tasting notes into my phone as the night goes on, so that I can turn them into haikus when I get home (and eventually sober up). I know, I know, I’m a genius, it’s true. Anyway, enjoy!
(Also, thanks to Dig Boston for the free tickets and for putting up with my whining. #thomdunnwantsbeer)
It’s a classic time travel question: if you had the ability to change history and travel through time, would you go back and kill Baby Hitler to prevent the Holocaust from ever happening? But then, what has innocent little baby Hitler ever done — could you possibly raise him in a way to stop him from ever becoming the monster that he does, without killing him? It’s a great thought problem, but I propose a better idea:
Going back in time to kill M. Night Shyamalan, around the time that Signs was released. Because if you think about it, you’d actually be doing everyone a favor — including M. Night himself. He would be the victim of a mysterious murder, and remembered as a young auteur filmmaker who died before his time. He’d be remembered for such greats as Signs and Unbreakable, and the rest of us would never have to suffer through such insipid crap as Lady in the Water or The Happening.
This week on Five By Five Hundred, I explore this exact scenario.
Read this book. I am not even kidding.
The latest novel from Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe is a brilliantly tongue-in-cheek examination of memories and father-son relationships, through the veil of cheeky sci-fi and wacky time travel concepts. Charles Yu (the character, not the author) is a time travel mechanic with a Masters Degree in Applied Science Fiction. While on a quest to reconnect with his estranged father, Charles Yu (the character) accidentally shoots Future Charles Yu (the future character) in the stomach, but not before Future Charles Yu hands him a copy of a book called How to Live Safely In a Science Fictional Universe, which was/is/will be written by Charles Yu (the character. And the author? I don’t know).
Charles Yu (the character) also has a dog named Ed that was retroactively erased from continuity and so technically doesn’t exist due to a paradoxical causality but, like any good dog, still loves his owner regardless of his own lack of logical existence.
You can read my full review of How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe over at DailyGenoshan.com, but what really matters is that it’s one of the best books I’ve read in the last year, so you should probably pick it up.
I have to apologize for the radio silence here at ThomDunn.net over the last few weeks. Layne Anderson, a close friend and former roommate of mine, passed away unexpectedly on April 7th, and as much as I’ve kept up with everything (well, almost everything), time has been rather a blur. I’ve chronicled the situation as impersonally as possible over at FiveByFiveHundred.com in two posts — Shark Grief, about my own grieving process, and iWake, which as entirely fictional account of a some inappropriate gallows humor inspired by the situation of which Layne would have most certainly approved.
Meanwhile, this week’s entry steps away from the morbidity and explores the quantum mechanics of one night stands as interpreted through Bell’s Theorem, using the Shrödinger’s Cat experiment as a proof. Hopefully, that sounds ridiculous (and ridiculously intriguing) enough for you to check out Shrödinger’s Cat Call, also over at FiveByFiveHundred.com.
Also in the last two weeks, we’ve officially opened Sons of the Prophet at the Huntington, which is then moving to the Roundabout Theatre Company Off-Broadway in the Fall. Plus, I did some filming for Art & Design of the 20th & 21st Centuries and the Boston Print Fair, did a small reading of my new play, True Believers (which is set at a Comic Book Convention and features a cameo by the Cyborg Head of Stan Lee, among other things), and started rehearsals and arrangements for my (wait for it) all-male hard rock Lady Gaga tribute band, Alejandro & the Fame, which is going to be every bit as ridiculous as it sounds. Come check us out on May 20th at the afterparty for Propeller Theatre Company’s all-male production of Shakespeare’s The Comedy of Errors at the Huntington’s B.U. Theatre.
Woo. Okay. I think that’s it. Tune in next week for your regularly scheduled programming.
Most people who know me can vouch for the fact that I love just about anything involving (a) time travel, or (b) noir tropes. Fortunately, Expiration Date, the latest novel from Philadelphia genre master Duane Swierczynski, features both (along with some great beer and records. Even better!), and you can read my full review over at DailyGenoshan.com. Here’s the blurb from the back of the book:
Recently unemployed journalist Mickey Wade lucked into a rent-free apartment — his sick grandfather’s place. The only problem: it’s in a lousy neighborhood — the one where Mickey grew up, in fact. The one he was so desperate to escape.
But now he’s back. Dead broke. And just when he thinks he’s reacher rock bottom, Mickey wakes up in the past. Literally.
At first he thinks it’s a dream. All of the stores he remembered from his childhood, the cars, the rumbles of the elevated train. But as he digs deeper into the past, searching for answers about the grandfather he hardly knows, Mickey meets the twelve-year-old kid who lives in the apartment below.
The kid who will grow up to someday murder Mickey’s father.
It’s hard to stay together once you’ve watched your partner die.
Katie never understood this. She thought I was being irrational. “Everyone dies,” she said. Or will say, I’m not sure if she’s actually said it yet. “It’s something that happens. But you and I, we’ll always be together, at least somewhen in time.”
Check out my latest piece, Not Dead Yet, at FiveByFiveHundred.com!