![]() She climbed into the waiting coffin that she assumed belonged to the dead woman, who was not old in the way of a grandmother but middle-aged like the Watson Girl’s mother and very slender in her pale-blue skirt suit. She pulled away, the eyelid half-raised to terrifying effect, the spiked disc poking out. She tried to lift an eyelid, which didn’t come easily, until she saw why-a flesh-colored disc had been slipped under the lid, spiked and holding it in place. It was obvious why, the dead woman lying on a table, her pores showing like caverns through unevenly applied foundation, her cheeks green despite the clownish pink blush. What she really wanted was some time alone, so she pushed past the door her uncle specifically said not to open, the only room in the whole place where she wasn’t supposed to go. He seemed perfectly content in his circles, eyes off, a deep-thinking kind of look. She went to the window to get eyes on her cousins, but the only person she saw was a neighbor boy, about her age, riding circles on his bicycle. Wandering the showroom of coffins, she ran her hands along those shiny caskets with their silken insides, considered climbing in. She did the math in her head, finding one that lined up with her mother’s high school years, 1985, and she flipped off the overhead light, stealing out into the hall, down the stairs to the mortuary, the yearbook pressed to her chest. She flipped on the overhead light with a tug of its chain, scanning the shelves, mostly board games, photo albums, and old dusty trophies, a whole series of ancient Mankato High yearbooks. At first she’d hidden in the storage closet, knowing it was a terrible choice, not feeling particularly invested in winning. ![]() Her mother had to pretend not to know where she was, and that wasn’t any fun, so the Watson Girl played other games.īut here, in Mankato, Minnesota, in a game that sprawled her aunt and uncle’s two-bedroom apartment, the mortuary below, and the lawn out front, hiding spots abounded. All the spots in her flat Tulsa house had long ago been scouted and discovered. Her cousins were calling her name loudly, angrily, like she should reveal herself, but there was no way she was going to do that. The Watson Girl had only been missing a matter of minutes, yet she could feel the tension mounting, the disaster taking shape. Her first novel, The Companions, was published in 2020. ![]() She holds an MFA from the University of San Francisco and an MA in Geography from UCLA. Her short fiction has appeared in the San Francisco Chronicle, Tin House, and Tor.com, among other publications. Flynn is a writer, editor, and educator based in San Francisco. Truth be told though, the wonderful presence of the frequent wonderful Wong aside, that’s fairly faint praise for the new show compared to its Middle Kingdom predecessor - basically, on the level of which trying to gauge anecdotally which glacier melts faster.The following is from Katie M. If you are digging around for praise for the first season of 3 Body Problem, I will say, it does move at a slightly faster clip, and with a more coherent narrative that the 30-episode Chinese adaptation last year, at least from what I’ve seen of both shows. Then take some of Apple TV+’s Invasion, and most recently the excellent Korean series Duty After School, plus dust off Syfy’s Defiance, TNT’s Fallen Skies, the Francis Ford Coppola-EP’d First Wave from the small screen, with a few scoops of Stranger Things, the never to be forgotten Sense8, and the swollen Foundation. Take some of the original War of the Worlds, a plethora of 1950s outer space B-movies, Independence Day, Deep Impact, and Arrival from the big screen. In that sense, like a band looking to achieve greatness via the quality of its record collection, Netflix’s 3 Body Problem works best as a game of spot the influence. I mean dozens and dozens, to the point where there’s some degree, in a world of social media information overload that far outstrips cable news, it would more original to not have the talking heads. Yet, let’s be honest, we’ve all seen it before in dozens end-of-the-world or alien-invasion flicks or series, whether the anchors in the background are from CNN, MSNBC or even Fox News. Their appearance is designed to give the show a real-world ambiance, I get that. For instance, here’s a non-spoiler example: 3BP is peppered with cameos from Jake Tapper and other CNN hosts performing the equivalent of exposition over and over.
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