I’m reading Neal Stephenson’s new end of the world novel Seveneves in between my almost feverish bursts of writing – again, finally. I’m sitting here trying to decide whether I’m a Stephenson fan, and I guess I have to conclude that my relationship with his work is complicated. I’m a huge fan of Snow Crash, one of his earlier works. I followed through Diamond Age, and if I recall, I found it somewhat dry and sterile. I paid attention to his later, much more ambitious works, but never really mustered the energy to tackle them. They tend to be massive tomes. When I heard about Seveneves, what with apocalypse being one of my ‘things’, I decided to dive right in.