by Colin Bennett
On this book about Charles Hoy Fort, that I was lent by a local sci-fi author.
Quite talky at times, wandering around the subject, which is, a sad lonely poor writer, who was either a fool squandering his life in libraries, or a hero in service of his High Work against the technology-science-complex.
A Marx, or a Barthes, much before his time.
Treatment in Bennett can be wordy, as I said. I’ll put up with that. I’m wordy myself.
