Correspondents have likened the picture of my manuscript below both to the “Whiteness of the Whale” chapter of Moby-Dick and to the “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” scene in The Shining. Jack Torrance's book at least had the virtue of a clear, consistent point of view.
The Fredösphere has become coterminous with the planet Alias. The fate of mankind now hangs in the balance.
The island on TV's Lost suspiciously resembles the island of The Tempest. Is there a Prospero practicing rough magic behind the scenes? John Locke sounded a lot like Caliban when he talked about the "magic island" a while back. (Prompted by fellow JJ Abrams addict Adam Baer.)
I just can’t believe it about Brad and Jen.