We had visitors from Iowa on Saturday. John, Shai, and Aubrey Klima dropped in for the day from Davenport, a mere three hours away. We walked to a nearby bar & grill for lunch, along with John's college pal Pat who turns out to live only a few
I've sold a book! Well, half a book, anyway. A dark fantasy novella, to be precise. According to my records, it was over four years ago that Derryl Murphy dropped me a note that said: I've had this idea rattling around in the back of my
Philadelphia Inquirer books editor Frank Wilson uses Cormac McCarthy as an excuse to peddle the rankest of bullshit in his column of yesterday: Of course, as D.H. Lawrence pointed out in the last book he wrote, Apocalypse, those who warn of apocalypse secretly crave it, the way puritans tend
A sign at my local subway stop warns me that the station is managed by one Crythen Langhorne. Every time I see this sign, I feel as if I have somehow wandered into New Crobuzon. And I check the track bed for nasties, just in case.
█████ sent me the link to this YouTube video of a full four-minute round-trip on the conveyor belt at a rotary sushi bar. For some reason, watching it just made me feel happy, same as it did her. Oh, and hungry too. That combined with a lunch out later today with
█████ just sent me the link to The Morning's News's championship Tournament of Books literary smackdown for 2006, pitting The Road by Cormac McCarthy against Gary Shteyngart's Absurdistan. Panelist comments like these were just the sort of thing I needed to read today: If I
Paul Witcover of ✥theinferior4 somehow scoops everyone on Cormac McCarthy's Pulitzer win for The Road. A bigger Pulitzer stunner, though, is that Ray Bradbury gets a special citation for "his distinguished, prolific and deeply influential career as an unmatched author of science fiction and fantasy." As
What a hectic day yesterday was! After most of a frantic morning at the office, I sneaked out to spend an extended lunch hour watching the new independent supernatural thriller First Snow, after which I rushed back to the office to crank out a quick same-day review for SciFi.com,
John Klima has an important announcement. Listen up!
I keep meaning to remind eligible Hugo nominators (i.e., members of this year's or last year's Worldcon) to keep "Inclination" in mind in the novella category. Asimov's, April/May 2006. (Hey, ❦paulmelko's novella from the same issue, "The
If I never again hear the word "rollicking" employed to describe a novel, it will be too soon.
This is not a lament—it's a honest question. Where are they? Which ones do you know that I don't? A friend wrote to ask me what shops in Manhattan have a good large selection of new SF. I had to cop out and tell her
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