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This ultra-violent novel about a gang of foul-mouthed lesbian thieves who steal a whole friggin’ planet is the most romantic thing I’ve ever read
WARNING: I suffered a Myocardial Rupture while reading “The All-Consuming World” by Cassandra Khaw, and you probably will too.
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I don’t want you to read Cassandra Khaw’s new novel The All-Consuming World. Really, I don’t.
You see, I’m confident this novel will be a science fiction cult classic. Hopefully, 50 years from now, I’ll be sitting in the living room with my robot family, opening a bag of popcorn, and playing the feature film adaptation. To my robot grandson, I’ll lean forward and brag: “I read this before it was cool. The book is always better than the movie.” Beeping and whirring, my robot grandson will reply: “please, Grandma, not another story of the beforetimes. I just want to watch a relaxing movie before I go back outside to hunt irradiated rats in the post-apocalyptic hellscape of 2070 USA.”
What can I say? My robot grandson is a real shit sometimes.
