William Gibson has come up with something that I think has the makings of an excellent if cruel convention drinking game:

Yep. Indeed, I was attempting a wry funny. In fact, I continued to attempt them all day, privately, having constructed the following blurbic boilerplate :

“[TITLE] is like watching [AUTHOR 1] worry the bloated corpse of [AUTHOR #2].”

And some of them were really funny, or so I thought, but I’d never post them here, else someone assume I had it in for whomever I’d happened to plug into slots #2 and #3. (Filling #1 is at once the most challenging and rewarding, you’ll find.)