I’m listening to a book called Oryx and Crake right now. It’s pretty good. I’m pleasantly surprised. It’s a book about how genetic engineering has basically been the downfall of mankind. The way the book is written, though, is both maddening and addictive. Unlike Gattaca, where the entire history of genetic engineering is laid out for you in the first 10 minutes (followed by another 90 minutes of really really boring shit), Oryx and Crake tells you the current action, then backtracks. And then pops back to the current situation, and then backtracks again. And every time you have another flashback, you think that they’re going to explain exactly how things got so bad, and then they go back to the present. Ahhh. I’m about halfway through and it seems like I’m ALMOST. THERE. But I also think that once I get there I won’t want to know how the current stuff ends. It’s rather clever. But frustrating. I keep running off from my computer to lie down and listen to it.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a vested interest in how a story ends. It makes me want to… read. Fiction, even. As if I were capable of reading anything but non-fiction.