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Mysterious Director’s Cut of The X-Files: I Want to Believe Coming to Disney+
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News The X-Files Mysterious Director’s Cut of The X-Files: I Want to Believe Coming to Disney+ Director Chris Carter claims this is the version of the movie he always “intended” to make By Matthew Byrd | Published on May 19, 2026 Screenshot: 20th Century Fox Comment 0 Share New Share Screenshot: 20th Century Fox In a surprise press release, Disney has confirmed that they will be adding Chris Carter’s director’s cut of The X-Files: I Want to Believe to Disney+ on June 11. The specifics of this version of the movie are somewhat mysterious. It has long been reported that Carter wasn’t entirely satisfied with the version of 2008’s I Want to Believe that was released in theaters. He apparently battled the studio and censors over the film’s graphic content, which led to numerous scenes being cut or altered. “I made it too scary, basically, and I was told so by the brass at Fox, and they wanted a PG-13 movie,” Carter said during a 2025 interview on the Fail Better with David Duchovny podcast. “So we cut it back to be a PG-13 movie, and we thought, ‘Okay, we’ve satisfied their demands.’ The critics, the people who rate the movies, said ‘No, it’s not a PG-13 yet, you’ve got to cut it back even farther.’ I can tell you that you can do more on network television, [the censors] are more permissive than they are for the movies.” Interestingly, the I Want to Believe DVD did include an “Extended Cut” of the movie. However, that version of the movie only included a few minutes of new footage which likely wouldn’t have affected the original movie’s rating much. Besides, to hear Carter tell it, this is a version of the movie that he only started working on recently. “Now I have a chance to go back and make the scary movie that I always intended,” Carter explained during that podcast interview. “It’s not just doing a director’s cut to do a director’s cut. It’s really kind of bringing to life something that for me was on the page and never got to the screen.” We don’t know the extent of the changes Carter intends to make to the film in this cut, but the prospect of a “rescued” version of the movie is certainly intriguing. Unlike the generally acclaimed 1998 X-Files movie, I Want to Believe is a largely standalone story that essentially functions as an extended Monster of the Week episode. The format was an advantage in some ways, though the final product sharply divided most fans, with many siding with the more negative critiques that called the movie disjointed, unnecessary, and underdeveloped. However, the film has always had fans who praised its standalone nature and Se7en/The Silence of the Lambs-like tone. It’s not clear if Carter would be able to seriously address some of the film’s more substantial structural issues. It seems much more likely that he’d be able to expand upon the grim nature of the original movie, though, which was certainly hindered by the film’s numerous cuts and eventual PG-13 rating. The good news is that we won’t have to wait long to see if this version of the film puts the sometimes-forgotten second X-Files movie back in the conversation.[end-mark] The post Mysterious Director’s Cut of <i>The X-Files: I Want to Believe</i> Coming to Disney+ appeared first on Reactor.

Read an Excerpt From The Heart of the Nhaga by Lee Young-do
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Excerpts Epic Fantasy Read an Excerpt From The Heart of the Nhaga by Lee Young-do A tale of castles built on the backs of flying mantas, giant birdmen, and heartless immortals. By Lee Young-do | Published on May 19, 2026 Comment 0 Share New Share We’re thrilled to share an excerpt from The Heart of the Nhaga by Lee Young-do, a Korean epic fantasy novel translated by Anton Hur—publishing with Harper Voyager on June 2nd. Three handles one.The world is divided by the Line of Limit. To the north are the Tokkebi—fire people able to manipulate flames as both weapons and illusions; Rekon—giant birdmen with immense strength and warrior acumen; and the humans—as divided as the other races are unified. To the south are the Nhaga—a reptilian people who relinquish their hearts for immortality. For centuries, the races didn’t cross that line, but change is in the air. A Nhaga is being sent North… and a trio is being dispatched to make sure this agent from the South makes it out alive—one from each race.But the illusion of a simple journey is quickly dispelled by the fact that the Tokkebi is merely a scholar, not an adventurer; the Rekon is deathly afraid of water; and the human hunts and eats Nhaga. And when the Nhaga they’re supposed to be escorting out of the Kiboren forest is murdered, the one sent in his place turns out to very much have a heart—meaning he’s quite vulnerable to the dangerous exodus.The four must quickly forge an alliance and shed the distrust and prejudice that plagues them if they are to survive. And just as crucial, they must figure out what this mission is actually about, because unbeknownst to them, the very fate of the world might rest on this one Nhaga making it to the North intact. 1 Rescue Mission When the humans brought a bit of the day into the darkness of the night with their torches and lamps, a fragment of the night lost its place and cowered at the edges of the light. A Tokkebi grabbed that fragment of night and pulled it into the artificial day. By gaining that fragment, he gained the five daughters of the night: Chaos, Seduction, Imprisonment, Concealment, and Dreams. With their help, the Tokkebi built a castle. There was a reason they did this, a very Tokkebi-like reason. They thought it would amuse them. Chaos decided the interior of the castle while Seduction decided the exterior. Imprisonment installed various dead ends, mazes, and traps, while Concealment created secret tunnels, hidden doors, and passwords. It was unknown how the fifth daughter contributed to this fortress. Dreams was very different from her sisters. The night wanted to hide and conceal and cover up, but Dreams wanted to uncover, discover, and open, which made her somewhat similar to the day. But she couldn’t be seen during the day and was visible only at night, like the stars. Even without the prospect of Dreams’s mystery contribution, the fortification of Jumunuri was strange enough. Only the lord of the castle knew precisely how many floors, rooms, corridors, and stairs Jumunuri had. There were, of course, a few facts known to those who visited the castle often. For example, the fourth floor could be reached only by going up to the seventh first, or turning three corners at any point of the castle would always lead you into the great hall, or if you stood at the top of the eastern tower and turned leftward twice, you’d land on your behind at the lord of the castle’s library. Depending on the taste of whoever was the current lord, they would put a cushion in the landing spot of the library or a bed of iron nails or place a lit candle or two. The candles were a very Tokkebi touch, as a singed posterior would be just the right amount of expected playfulness, but could the nail bed be more than mere rumor? It seemed a touch too harsh for a Tokkebi. But no one was sure of the truth. But the Jumunuri’s head of the sentries, Sabin Hasu’un, didn’t stare out at the black sky in melancholy because he was afraid of some prickly nails. He did so because he had witnessed the lord of the castle walk by carrying a pail full of beetle feces just now. The falling-on-one’s-posterior-in-the-library bit was usually undertaken by the lord of the castle’s valet, Byong. But the head of the sentries had a letter he had to hand over himself. He sighed and resigned himself to a stinky fate as he turned twice. His surroundings changed into something else entirely, and he fell on his behind. What’s this? There was nothing on the landing spot! Sabin dusted off his unharmed posterior as he got up and turned toward the letter-writing table of the lord of the castle. Buy the Book The Heart of the Nhaga Lee Young-do Buy Book The Heart of the Nhaga Lee Young-do Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget Bao Moridol, the eleventh lord of Jumunuri, held a spade in his hand as he stared at Sabin. Only when Sabin saw the pail by his feet and the pots by the window did he feel a sense of relief. “You must’ve had a good dream, my lord. Is what’s in the pail manure?” “What?” “I had assumed, my lord, that you wanted to sprinkle it on the floor…” Sabin stopped. The lord of the castle’s eyes had flashed with inspiration. “Hmm…!” Sabin silently apologized to whoever had the lord’s audience after him and at the same time gleefully created a list of people in his head to tell that the lord of the castle wanted to see them at once. Who would be the best Tokkebi for this delightful honor? As he got lost in this daydream, Bao Moridol, slightly nervous, said, “What is your business?” “Well, my lord, don’t you think it’s more of a matter of how much sun those plants get, rather than manure? Because Jumunuri is so dim.” “Your business!” Sabin grinned. The lord of the castle no doubt wanted to throw him out of the room as quickly as possible to test out this new idea. He decided to cooperate with the lord. From the corner, he dragged a chair closer and sat down. “A beetle, from those Kims who shave their own heads, brought a message for you.” “The Kims called monks? But why did you come with it? What is Byong doing?” Sabin shrugged. “This is what the Kims wanted. You know how they are. How they take care of any business having to do with people they deem important.” “Remind me how they take care of them again?” “They want the fewest possible people to know their business.” “Do they, now?” “This is only what I think, but the Kims seem to believe that the more important a business, the fewer people who should know of it. A most convoluted way of thinking, is it not? One needs many people to know if they want help.” “They’re weary of meddlers, I imagine.” “If it’s truly important business, who would dare meddle?” “The Kims fill their minds with useless thoughts. But if this is what they want, we can play along for now. It’s just between you and me, then. What is the message?” “The Kims have asked us to dispatch a Tokkebi.” “For what?” “They are assembling a rescue mission to go below the Line of Limit. They want a Tokkebi to be a part of the mission.” The lord of the castle looked intrigued. He was also aware that his head of the sentries, who respected the lord of the castle very much, liked to prank his lord and spent most of the hours of the day thinking of ways to do it. These pranks were a source of much mirth for Bao. Sabin Hasu’un detected scores of opportunities to prank his lord over the course of a day, barely executing a tenth of them. Which was why the lord enjoyed baiting his head of the sentries, provoking him to act. However, Sabin seemed serious this time. Bao said, “The Kims want to bring a Nhaga up north past the Line of Limit? For what?” “That’s the mystery. They refuse to say. Their tendency toward secrecy, I assume.” “As are the other members of the mission?” “Ah, they disclosed that part. The Kims seem to follow an old saying, how ‘Three handles one.’ There’s a Kim and a Rekon in the company as well.” “How amusing! What are they offering?” “Two hundred in gold.” “Astonishing. It makes me want to go myself. What? Why are you making that face?” “There’s no special reason. Just the expression of a head of the sentries pondering over whom to throw his support behind as the next lord of the castle.” Bao chuckled enough to satisfy his head of the sentries and said, in a more serious tone, “Then whom shall we send?” This was surprising. “You want to send someone? That ‘three handles one’ business is just old nonsense. No ragtag band of a rescue mission can withstand the murderous forces of the Kiboren jungle. They’ll be massacred in no time. I do not think there is any hope for them, my lord.” “Why not?” “Because of ignorance, mostly. Who knows anything about Kiboren or the Nhaga?” “That Kim would know.” “Pardon?” “That Kim—the one they’re sending on this mission. I’ve a feeling I know who it is. There’s only one who knows enough about Kiboren and the Nhaga to lead such a mission.” “There is such a Kim?” “Kagan Draca.” Sabin knew who this was. A wrestler who had scored a legendary win against a phalanx of Tokkebi champions. “He’s still alive?” “Alive and well. He hunts Nhaga for breakfast at the Line of Limit.” Sabin tried to smile. Surely this was a joke the lord of the castle was making, albeit a cryptic one. But Bao did not look expectant of a smile. “Hunts them for breakfast?” “Exactly that. He hunts them. And then eats them.” Sabin mimed cutting a piece of meat with utensils and eating. The lord of the castle nodded. Sabin’s face turned blue. “Is he… insane?” “Well, they say he’s an excellent cook.” “Oh… I see.” The lord of the castle entwined his fingers and placed them on his knee as his face took on a pensive look. “Kagan despises the Nhaga. Enough to hunt them down. That’s why he does what he does. Ambushes them near the Line of Limit. Chops them up. And eats them.” Sabin gulped. “I think hating someone enough to hunt them down and eat them is less of an example of staying true to one’s principles and more of a symptom of mind sickness.” “Well. He does have a good reason for doing it. You know very well that Nhaga are diffcult to kill, as they have no hearts.” “Is that why he, ah, chops them up? So they do not regenerate? But still. Isn’t the eating part somewhat… excessive?” “It’s a waste of perfectly good meat otherwise.” Now Sabin wondered if it was his lord of the castle who was indeed insane. Bao waved his hands at him. “No, no, that’s what Kagan would say. I’ve asked him the same question, and that was his answer. But there are other reasons. Hmm. One moment.” He opened a drawer, rummaged through it, and took out an old parchment scroll. “A letter Kagan sent me about six years ago. Read it.” Carefully taking it from him, Sabin started to read. Peace be unto you, this is Kagan.We haven’t spoken in a while. As you can imagine, weapons are easier to come across in this wasteland near the Line of Limit than paper would be. A peddler I came across yesterday happened to have some pages of parchment, which is how I am writing to you now.I thought about what you bade me to do in your last letter. But I’ve concluded that I cannot stop what I am doing now. Yes, I am still eating Nhaga. There’s no need to put terrible words onto paper, but I also find no need to talk around it.Have you heard of the tiger hunters of Kitaljer? When a tiger hunter in Kitaljer is eaten by a tiger, the dead hunter’s son becomes the son of all the other hunters. They teach that son everything they know. When the son is ready, he goes out to hunt tigers with the other hunters. And when they catch one, they cut it open and feed its liver to the son.I am the son that survived, my lord.The Nhaga have swallowed everything that was precious and meaningful to me aside from this worthless body of mine. So I eat them. Maybe someday, I shall be the one eaten by them. I try not to cross the Line of Limit, but in pursuit of another stumbling Nhaga, I sometimes find myself inside their jungle forest. When I realize I’ve given up my one advantage over the Nhaga, it makes me feel the cold of the jungle forest just like them, even as the winds of the jungle sizzle on my skin. I hastily make my way back up north, but just a few days later, I find myself under the line again.And then, one day, when I can no longer swing my Baragi against my enemies, I shall die. I do not care if you see it as the death of a madman and forget me accordingly.I do not think there is any other destination for me than insanity. Beneath these words was not a signature but a strange symbol. When Sabin lifted his head, the lord of the castle said, “It’s the insignia of the Kitaljer hunters. The black lion and the dragon.” “The black lion and the dragon?” “‘Kagan’ and ‘draca,’ respectively, in Kitaljer hunter language. Both were killed off by the Nhaga. That’s where he gets his name.” “Ah. So that’s not his real name?” “No. But I can’t tell you his real name without his consent.” Bao took back the letter and returned it to his drawer before he faced his head of the sentries once more. “So. What do you think?” “So this… wrestler exacts revenge on the Nhaga using the methods of Kitaljer hunters who disappeared hundreds of years ago? Which is to murder and eat their enemies?” “Rather succinct, but yes.” “What did they do to that Kim to drive him to such mad revenge?” “A terrible thing.” Sabin waited, but the lord of the castle did not elaborate. The lower-ranked Tokkebi was about to nod in unspoken understanding when he happened to glimpse a change in his lord’s face. Bao looked stricken. “A most terrible thing indeed.” Sabin couldn’t help but ask. “What deed, my lord?” Bao sighed and shook his head. “It’s the same as his real name. I cannot tell you without his consent. In any case, you see how this friend would understand the Nhaga and Kiboren better than anyone else? A predator naturally knows much about their prey.” “That may be true,” said Sabin uneasily, “but I would much prefer to enter such a place with companions who have their wits about them. What if this Kim gets tired of his regular meals of Nhaga and decides to add some Tokkebi to his diet for variety?” This was not a joke, but Bao laughed heartily. “Don’t you worry about that. Kagan’s rage is directed exclusively at the Nhaga. He is capable of no other rage at this point.” “How could you be sure of that?” “Look at what he’s written. He’s got nothing to lose now. The Nhaga took everything. This may sound like nonsense, but for anyone who isn’t a Nhaga, Kagan may be the safest person to be with in the world. Because he can’t get angry at anyone or anything else.” “What a sad state that is.” “Truly. A sad state. And it’s the truth. I can guarantee Kagan is safe for everyone else.” Sabin found it difficult to agree. But he also couldn’t find it in him to disagree out loud. There were many things one didn’t need to do to the lord of the castle at Jumunuri and one of them was to argue the logic of the lord. Sabin changed the subject back to the matter at hand. “If the champion Kagan is indeed safe, and at the same time eats Nhaga for breakfast, he is indeed the perfect someone to send someone with into Kiboren. Will you send someone?” “‘Three handles one.’ And they need a Tokkebi to make three. So I shall send someone.” “Who?” He thought on it. “No one has the qualifications for this sort of thing. There isn’t a single Tokkebi who knows anything about the Nhaga or Kiboren. Which means all Tokkebi are equally eligible. There’s no need to think too much about it, then. I shall send whichever Tokkebi enters this room next.” “…. The very next Tokkebi?” “Precisely.” If they’d been outside Jumunuri’s walls, Sabin Hasu’un would’ve gently ignored the lord of the castle’s words just because the lord of the castle had uttered them, and it wouldn’t have passed for disobedience. Sabin also knew that the lord of the castle wasn’t very wise. Both he and Bao knew this didn’t affect his great respect for his lord. But here, inside these walls, he had to obey the words of the lord of the castle. Sabin didn’t bother to ask any more questions. He did manage a short complaint, though. “May I wait with you for that? If I leave here, I’m afraid I may inadvertently become that very Tokkebi.” The lord of the castle chuckled. And so, the two of them began their wait. They didn’t have long. Shortly, a very angry Tokkebi appeared in the middle of the room and fell on his behind. At the sight of the head of the sentries, he shouted, “You! Are you trying to steal my work from me? Then from this day forth, I shall be the head of the sentries, by the name of the God That Kills Himself! Do you yield?” The lord of the castle’s valet Byong Srabble loved his work. Sabin considered it his downfall in this case and shook his head. Bao grinned. “That won’t do. Because you, Byong, are to be dispatched on a rescue mission.” Byong blinked as he considered Bao’s words. “A rescue mission?” “Yes. You have to go into a place no one has gone into for several hundred years. And rescue someone.” Excerpted from The Heart of the Nhaga, copyright © 2026 by Lee Young-do. The post Read an Excerpt From <i>The Heart of the Nhaga</i> by Lee Young-do appeared first on Reactor.

Murderous Intent and Muses: Vile Lady Villains by Danai Christopoulou
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Books book reviews Murderous Intent and Muses: Vile Lady Villains by Danai Christopoulou With sumptuous language and dramatic descriptions, Danai Christopoulou has crafted something lovely. By Alex Brown | Published on May 19, 2026 Comment 0 Share New Share “What’s done cannot be undone.” In Danai Christopoulou’s Vile Lady Villains, two queens get the chance to rewrite their narratives. We meet Lady Macbeth and Klytemnestra after they commit the heinous crimes audiences have condemned them for for generations: Lady Macbeth for conspiring with her second husband to kill her first; Klytemnestra for murdering her husband as revenge for him killing their daughter. The women are yanked from their tragic worlds into a strange new one inhabited by wraiths and terrors. They are tasked by the Fates—the Moirai to Klytemnestra, the Three Witches to Lady Macbeth—to undertake a journey they will not comprehend until it is done. In their descent into yet another land of nightmares, they find their guide, William Shakespeare, and collect objects and magics that both help and hurt them along the way. He introduces them to Shepherd, the queen of the world where fictional characters live (or are trapped, depending on your point of view). She sees the two queens, now calling themselves Claret and Anassa, as her latest subjects, but they want more for themselves than to exist at the whim of yet another ruler. As they forge new paths, they cannot help but be drawn to each other, their love growing from pools of blood. Are they vile villains, maligned mothers, femme fatales, or women who refuse to be defined by others? Before reading this book, I did a little research on the main characters and re-read William Shakespeare’s Macbeth and Aeschylus’ Oresteia. In their author’s note, Christopoulou mentioned that readers don’t have to know anything about either going in, but that they reference things from Shakespeare and the Oresteia; I am enough of a completist that I wanted to pick up on as many references as I could. I was pleased to discover quite a bit has been written on the overlap of these two women. In particular, this quote (J. Churton Collins, Studies in Shakespeare) was rattling around in my brain the entire time: “Klytemnestra in the Agamemnon might well be the archetype of Lady Macbeth. Both possessed by one idea are, till its achievement, the incarnations of a murderous purpose. In both, the motive impulses are from the sexual affections. Both, without pity and without scruple, have nerves of steel and wills of iron before which their husband and paramour cower in admiring awe, and yet in both beats the women’s heart.” Buy the Book Vile Lady Villains Danai Christopoulou Buy Book Vile Lady Villains Danai Christopoulou Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget The debate over whether or not Shakespeare knew about the Oresteia is addressed in the novel, opening the door to a deeper conversation about stories. In Vile Lady Villains, Shepherd allows one living writer in each generation entry into her pocket world of characters. Those writers get access to endless muses to inspire their work in the real world. The writer we meet in this generation is Shakespeare. It’s about 1606, or toward the end of his career (he died in 1616). Klytemnestra never appears in a Shakespeare play, but Agamemnon, the husband she murders, appears in The Tragedy of Troilus and Cressida (1602). Lady Macbeth, the character in his play, was based on Gruoch, wife of MacBethad mac Findlaích, as described in the British history book we know he mined for inspiration, Holinshed’s Chronicles (1587).  When we first encounter these women, they come off as rather one-note. Klytemnestra can only think in terms of murder and vengeance; Lady Macbeth is weak-willed and guilt-ridden. Once they shed those names for names they choose for themselves, they also begin to shed the personalities their storytellers gave them. At one point, Anassa comes face to face with the real Gruoch and sees first hand just how much Willy Shakes rewrote her role for his own purposes and how far she’s come in rebuking that image. When Claret has her own moment of self-reflection, she comes to a similar conclusion. The real question is what comes next? Do they go back to their old, ill-fitting roles, do they let someone else write a new ending, or do they write a whole new story for themselves?  The novel has some structural weaknesses that hold it back from greatness. Sometimes the beautiful writing style was marred by anachronistic and clunky narrative choices. I would have liked more development of the other sapphic romance; it appears out of nowhere and is gone from the story just as quickly. The deus ex machina felt too pat an explanation for how Lady Macbeth and Klytemnestra ended up in the crosshairs of the Moirai. The chapters are short and tend to end just as things get exciting. Their journey often loops back around to places they’ve already been, to have conversations or revelations they’ve already had. For readers expecting something more in the romantasy vein, it likely has the effect of feeling like the story dilly-dallies. I largely enjoyed the slow progression, even if sometimes even I felt things were taking too long to get going. Vile Lady Villains is ultimately a story about stories. It is a story about storytellers; about how history is, in a way, just a collection of sometimes contradictory stories we piece together into a flimsy narrative; about how a story is changed by whatever context both the writer and the reader bring to it. It is a feminist attack on the patriarchy and a sapphic rallying cry about living your truth. Claret and Anassa’s story is an odyssey and a tempest, a katabasis and a dream. With sumptuous language and dramatic descriptions, Danai Christopoulou has crafted something lovely. [end-mark] Vile Lady Villains is published by Union Square & Co. The post Murderous Intent and Muses: <i>Vile Lady Villains</i> by Danai Christopoulou appeared first on Reactor.

Gaming, Metrics, and The Value of Ignoring Recipes: C. Thi Nguyen’s The Score
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Books Seeds of Story Gaming, Metrics, and The Value of Ignoring Recipes: C. Thi Nguyen’s The Score A deep dive into scoring systems, gamification, and what’s truly important in life. By Ruthanna Emrys | Published on May 19, 2026 Comment 0 Share New Share Welcome to Seeds of Story, where I explore the non-fiction that inspires—or should inspire—speculative fiction. Every couple weeks, we’ll dive into a book, article, or other source of ideas that are sparking current stories, or that have untapped potential to do so. Each article will include an overview of the source(s), a review of its readability and plausibility, and highlights of the best two or three “seeds” found there. This week, I cover C. Thi Nguyen’s The Score: How to Stop Playing Somebody Else’s Game. Nguyen is a gaming philosopher, and writes here about why scoring systems in games work so much better than scoring systems in real life. Along the way he talks about rock climbing, cooking, and how to hold onto important values in the face of simplified metrics. What It’s About Game design is a strange discipline: you set up goals, and then you design barriers and constraints that make reaching that goal harder. Why? To make the game more fun. Why is it more fun to reach the goal through those barriers than without them? Because for all our drives toward efficiency, often we find enjoyment and satisfaction in the difficult-but-doable action. And if the goal only matters because we said so, we don’t have to stress about how long it’ll take to get there. This raises a paradox when we use game design to go after real goals. At its best, “gamification” gives people motivation for something they already wanted to do, but found boring. At its worst, it can replace the things you want to do with the things that make a number go up. Parallel to gamification, our societies have also become obsessed with quantifiable metrics for everything. These metrics may represent something important, like whether students are learning. But they are not identical to those big, amorphous goals—that’s the whole point—and all too often people find ways to game them. When organizations optimize for metrics, they focus on only those activities that affect the score, and neglect harder-to-measure aspects of their original goals. This can lead to results that are not merely incomplete but horrifyingly counterproductive. There was a point, for example, where some U.S. schools met requirements for improving test scores by pushing out their worst-performing students. Says Nguyen, in studying these causes and effects, “I realized at some point that I had an entire theory about games, in which clear and simple scoring systems were the magic ingredient that opened up the door to a whole world of delightful play. And I had an entire theory about metrics, in which clear and simple scoring systems killed what really mattered.” Real games encourage us to approach activities playfully, utilizing the score merely as a tool to create a desired experience. This is striving play, where the value is in the struggle. On the other hand, achievement play—which values winning above all—makes us vulnerable to value capture: “We can let scoring systems dictate our goals and targets to us, even when those goals fit poorly with our lives.” Nguyen offers many examples of these styles, and of systems that encourage striving or achievement. Some apps, even ones that are ostensibly games, do the latter: they push us to spend more time on platform, watch more ads, or get as many clicks as possible. The end result is not always in line with our larger goals or even with having a good time. From his own life, Nguyen shares experiences with cooking and rock climbing. Rock climbing is an activity for which he had to actively develop a more playful approach. The standard goal of climbing more and more difficult faces wasn’t giving him the experience he wanted. Instead, working to improve his agility on repeated courses made him feel more in touch with his body—something hard to quantify, but that mattered deeply to him. In cooking, he talks about the pleasure of departing from recipes, focusing on smell and taste, and getting to know all the variations possible in a single dish. Another, negative example: Even before the failure modes we encountered a few weeks ago, early effective altruists came up with a widely-used metric for deciding where to donate. This overhead ratio measures how much an organization spends externally versus internally, following the logic that more money spent in the world does more good. But this not only discourages non-profits from paying their employees a fair wage (that’s overhead!), but from paying experts to come up with more effective impact plans, work well on the ground, or measure the impact of that work. In general, The Score suggests, purely quantitative metrics tend to discourage any activity involving the application of complex expertise, particularly when trained intuition is involved. Nguyen identifies Four Horsemen of Bureaucracy, each with a gift and a sacrifice. The Horseman of Scale is familiar from Seeing Like a State: he offers broad comprehensibility, but takes away local nuance. The Horseman of Rules offers consistency, provided we work only on things that involve trainable, repeatable procedures. Adaptability is lost. The Horseman of Replaceable Parts gives us a different type of adaptability—making people, organizations, etc., fungible, at the cost of accessing deep and particular experience. The Fourth Horseman, Control, provides a more stable and more predictable world, at the cost of autonomy and customization. These tradeoffs are valuable, but we’ve lost sight of the values lost, and the possibility of more balanced choices between the extremes. And so, Nguyen says, we need to think more mindfully about the metrics that we allow to capture us, to acknowledge what they don’t cover, and to bring game-like playfulness to exploring alternatives. Buy the Book The Score: How to Stop Playing Somebody Else’s Game C. Thi Nguyen Buy Book The Score: How to Stop Playing Somebody Else's Game C. Thi Nguyen Buy this book from: AmazonBarnes and NobleiBooksIndieBoundTarget I am a nerd. I am, in fact, this kind of nerd: I’ve spent a lot of time developing metrics for things that the government never had to measure before, to figure out whether new technologies actually did what claimed they claimed to do. This kind of independent check is important, because otherwise things get bought based entirely on BS sales pitches. (Please note that I am no longer doing this kind of work, and know a lot of other people who are also no longer doing it. No word on how the U.S. government is now making procurement decisions.) The limitations of quantitative metrics are also a perennial frustration—I was involved in at least one project where we never managed a solid measurement, but where I’m pretty sure one of the products eventually saved a lot of lives anyway. Nguyen gets at both the utility and limits of quantitative measurement very well, and I spent a lot of time bouncing and going, “YES, that’s why I hate Pokémon Go!” and running to the kitchen to not-follow recipes. I also feel that, as with Seeing Like a State, The Score is a bit dismissive of just how much power we do get from standardization. This particularly shows up when he talks about the politics of technology, and suggest that the printing press was primarily a force for “centralizing the power of official speech.” It may have done that sometimes, but it also made it more possible for revolutionaries and heretics to spread ideas and start movements. The street really does find its own uses. But I’ve seen what he’s talking about, even in places where people are trying very hard to take the non-quantifiable seriously. I’m also a gaming nerd, and a big fan of Nguyen’s previous book, Games: Agency As Art, about how games play with choice. At one point here he describes games as yoga for stretching our agency. That seems like something we desperately need, in a world that encourages learned helplessness in the face of corporate futures. Admittedly, he’s preaching to the choir. I am the most thoroughly striving player who ever strove, and have been known to lecture my somewhat achievement-oriented kids on game balance and why you should never trust a “game” that lets you pay to win more easily. I’ve seen gamification work very well—when the players value both the end goal and the process set up to get them there. But most projects focus entirely on badges and points, resulting in a limited kind of motivation and a lot of gaming the game. Nguyen says: “In games, the value of the outcome is inseparable from the value of the process.” This, I think, is missing from not only most gamification efforts, but most efforts to quantify success at all. Scores that fail, that replace deep value with shallow, legible numbers, tend to miss this consideration of process. They don’t think about what experience they want people to have, only what they want spit out at the end. Such reductions to a number are, as Nguyen says, “moral bleach.” This is why I’ve always felt the need to balance quantitative research with writing. Thinking about how lab-measured phenomena affect characters, about how possibilities play out in a complex world, keeps me from losing track of the qualitative, the valuable, the experiential. I remember, one time, attending a workshop on “measuring ecosystem services”—translating plants and rivers into dollar values, so that the pleasure of an afternoon in a rowboat could be placed in a spreadsheet opposite the economic advantages of pollution. The people doing this love nature and mean well, and yet it felt nauseating. But it seems like a fundamental problem that we’ve set up systems where everything must be reduced to money. I don’t think it’s ultimately possible to reconcile monetary figures with breathing the fresh air of a pine forest, or running across a fawn hidden in the brush. Nguyen’s book gets at that core conflict and acknowledges—argues at length—that, yes, there are real and important things that can’t and shouldn’t be quantified. They may, in fact, be the most real and important things we have, and we need to reject the idea that it’s irrational or un-serious to take them into account. The Best Seeds for Speculative Stories Speculative Gamification. Too much of modern gamification has spiraled down a hole of site badges and app points, but there are other possible directions. Not only are games for changing the world possible, but people playing games are fun to write about! What games, sports, and contests will shape our lives in the future, and what might we accomplish through the process of playing them? And what conflicts might arise between those who enjoy the struggle, and those playing to win? There’s all sorts of crunchy plot in people trying to game games, people trying to play by the rules, and designers trying to develop something that really supports their goals. Fighting the Horsemen. There are reasons that we give in to Scale, Rules, Parts, and Control—but also reasons people push back. If you’re writing about people trying to undermine an authoritarian bureaucracy, this is a guide to both its strengths and weaknesses—and some of the tools people might use to fight. Measurement Can Be Dramatic, I Swear. I spent a good portion of Sarah Pinsker’s terrific We Are Satellites grumbling that none of these terrible things would have happened if the government had just hired a decent Independent Test and Evaluation team. Which would, of course, have completely undermined her plot—but if we can have stories of intrepid reporters publishing the truth that no one wants to hear, why not intrepid researchers sharing the evidence that no sales rep wants to hear? Right? Anyone? Bueller? I may need to write this one myself. New Growth: What Else to Read This fits in a constellation with Seeing Like a State and The Unaccountability Machine. Still to read and/or cover on the “Problems With Measurement” shelf: Ursula Franklin’s The Real World of Technology, Marion Fourcade and Kieran Healy’s The Ordinal Society, and Geoffrey C. Bowker and Susan Leigh Star’s Sorting Things Out: Classification and Its Consequences. Games For Change remains a central organization in the serious games world, a place where people go well beyond slapping a score on a chore. Jane McGonigal’s Reality is Broken: Why Games Make Us Better and How They Can Change the World is a classic of the field. Jesse Schell’s The Art of Game Design is a good reminder of what makes games fun and how much thought can go into those details. My favorite book in this overlap, though is Marcus Montola, Jaakko Stenros, and Annika Waern’s Pervasive Games: Theory & Design, although I will warn you that it does for LARPs what really good food journalism does for appetite—you will come out of it wanting to play several games that finished up years ago. Karl Schroeder’s Stealing Worlds involves live action role-playing games that change the world—don’t you want to join one? L.X. Beckett’s Gamechanger involves a less comfortable, but still pro-social, gamification of human interaction. John M. Ford’s The Final Reflection is one of the best of the old Star Trek novelizations, centering Klingon society around metaphors from their equivalent of chess. Where do you care most about scores in your life—or try to avoid them? Share in the comments![end-mark] The post Gaming, Metrics, and The Value of Ignoring Recipes: C. Thi Nguyen’s <i>The Score</i> appeared first on Reactor.

Reading Recs for the Days You Want to Be Samwise, Not Frodo
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Reading Recs for the Days You Want to Be Samwise, Not Frodo

Books Necessary Whimsy Reading Recs for the Days You Want to Be Samwise, Not Frodo Books, comics, and a new TV show that will deliver some much needed whimsy when you need it most. By Lish McBride | Published on May 19, 2026 Chilling Effect cover art by Julie Dillon Comment 0 Share New Share Chilling Effect cover art by Julie Dillon I don’t know about the rest of you, but I feel like I’m starting a lot of conversations with, “Today has been really rough.” And then immediately shifting to, “I mean, yesterday was, too.” It quickly snowballs from there to a rough week, then month, then year, and then I sigh and move on. Usually, I would think this was just me since it’s a running joke that I seem to be touched by the god of chaos. I don’t do anything to invite it; things just seem to happen to me. Everyone else’s “unprecedented times” are my “very precedented, actually, and I’d like it to stop.” Basically, I sometimes feel like I have main character energy when I want sidekick energy. I don’t want to be Frodo. I want to be Samwise with his potatoes and his chill life in the Shire. Basically, my therapist has job security, is what I’m saying. And I know I’m not the only one—rather unfortunately, it feels like we all have main character energy right now and we’re all yearning for the Shire. Everyone is having that rough week/month/year/decade. And I think, if you’re not careful, that kind of constant pressure can turn you into an emotional diamond. That’s no way to live, my friends, because while those shiny hard surfaces repel the bad, they also don’t let in the good. I think the best way to handle this constant Barrage of Awful, even though it’s really difficult, is to stay soft. Stay kind, stay loving. You may feel cooked, but like Samwise’s potato, you can nourish those around you and yourself by being soft and buttery. The only thing a hard potato is good for is throwing at ICE agents. (For legal reasons, I feel like I should say this is a joke.) Or, as Mary Oliver more elegantly put it, “You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.” Despair might be being hand-delivered to your doorstep right now, but joy is still there, and tactical whimsy is a tried-and-true weapon against it. Let your body love, my friends. The world is your potato. With that in mind, we’ve decided to expand the scope here a bit to give you even more tools to fight the good fight—not only will I be recommending books to you, but also shows, webcomics, or other media that has brought me joy, and might bring you joy in turn… Chilling Effect by Valerie Valdes I’ve been very clear about the fact that I love nothing more than a motley crew, a rag-tag group of adventurers, a found family, if you will. Enter foul-mouthed space captain Eva Innocente and the crew of the La Sirena Negra. Are they all human? No. Does it matter? Not one bit, they’re family. When Eva’s sister is kidnapped by an evil crime syndicate called The Fridge, Eva’s crew is right behind her as she takes on dangerous tasks, all while running from a fish-faced emperor hell-bent on revenge after Eva rejected his advances. Oh, and the ship is full of psychic cats who keep escaping the cargo hold. And Eva has a lot of very inconvenient feelings for the ship’s engineer… Chilling Effect is a funny, off-beat romp of a space opera. Just One Damned Thing After Another by Jodi Taylor Did you ever see that Tree House of Horror episode of The Simpsons where Homer keeps going back in time and tries not to impact anything, only to accidentally sit on a fish and set off a series of events that ruins the future? (The whole thing is a goofy parody of Bradbury’s “A Sound of Thunder.”) Well, this book is sort of like an extended exploration of that. Madeline Maxwell is a historian who is recruited to work at St. Mary’s, an institution that investigates major incidents in history by sending people back to observe—and only to observe. If a historian tries to change history, history bites back swiftly and violently. While there are some grim moments in the story (I mean, major incidents in history often aren’t pleasant), this book is a well-executed chaotic romp, with a lot of fun to offset the darker moments. Plus, like, there are dinosaurs at one point. If you like this one, then good news! It’s a whole series. (If memory serves, I listened to this one as an audiobook and really enjoyed it.) Shadow of a Dead God by Patrick Samphire You know another trope I love? The down-on-their-luck underdog detective. Only sometimes, that detective is a mage. You know what I’m talking about—the rough-around-the-edges, heart-of-gold person trying to do the best they can in a tough world only to repeatedly and sometimes spectacular fail? Mennik is like that. He’s just trying to do his best in an unjust world, even though he doesn’t quite have the same magical chops as his adversaries. A simple job has made him a murder suspect and now he’s trying to clear his name. The humor in this book comes from Mennik himself—wry, self-deprecating, and definitely being used as a coping mechanism, giving the story a sort of noir fantasy tone at times. I really loved how magic is set up in this book as well, and if you’re looking for a new series, this one is finished and ready for you to dive into! Wilde Life by Pascalle Lepas Okay, so I love webcomics despite the fact that I often forget that they exist and space out on reading them for months at a time. That being said, I return to this one and gleefully binge it. (I also follow the creator on Patreon.) Oscar is a journalist who decides to run away from his life in Chicago to a small town in rural Oklahoma. Which, I mean, that’s a choice, Oscar… Anyway, the house he rents is haunted, but by the charming ghost of a computer girl from the army in the 1940s. Instead of running from the ghost, Oscar approaches the experience with curiosity, which I love. (I mean, he does run for a second, but gets over it.) The longer Oscar lives in this town, the more he sees, including local witches, a mystical bear in the woods, and a teenage werewolf named Clifford. While it deals with some scary creatures and real issues, there’s a sweetness and humor to it because of Oscar and the family he builds. Also, I honestly love Lepas’ art style. The wallpaper of my laptop is one she drew of Clifford in wolf form years ago that I love so much that I can’t quite manage to ever change it to anything else. While there is one graphic novel you can get collecting the early part of the comics, it’s mostly only online. Widow’s Bay, created by created by Katie Dippold (Streaming on Apple TV) I’ve had several people recommend this show to me, but the best pitch I heard was from my friend who said it was like Parks and Rec if Stephen King wrote it. On one hand, this show is a story of the mayor of a small island who is doing his level best to bring tourism and income to his community. On the other hand, that island is definitely cursed. While the show has a lot of hilarious moments, it also has some honestly creepy ones, too. The creators of this series really understand that true horror is in the anticipation of the Terrible Thing. (Once you watch episode two, where the mayor ends up in the basement, you’ll see what I mean.) The tone, the cast, the setting—everything so far (I’m only part way through the series) has that pitch-perfect feel of show that really understands the story it’s telling. The details are what really have me dying. For example, in episode two, the mayor finds a bunch of boardgames. One is labeled “Daddy’s Home,” with a truly off-putting vintage graphic, while the one underneath that is “She Shouldn’t Have Said That.” The mayor picks up a game called “Teeth” and when he opens it, finds a set of pliers. It’s funny and creepy and the mayor, portrayed by Matthew Rhys, is a sympathetic and flawed person just trying to do his best. The supporting cast is an absolute delight, not the least of which is Stephen Root, who plays the jaded voice of reason to Mayor Tom’s reckless optimism. If you enjoy horror comedy, you should definitely check this show out. And now over to you: Have a whimsy-related rec that I haven’t covered, be it a book, movie, comic, TV show, or something else entirely? Please feel free to drop it in the comments below![end-mark] The post Reading Recs for the Days You Want to Be Samwise, Not Frodo appeared first on Reactor.