I’ve been a Jeff VanderMeer fan ever since I read the novella Dradin, In Love. It had so many of the things I love: a mad, unreliable narrator; weird setting; lush worldbuilding; and a perfect, simple, brutally honest reveal that told you mountains about the narrator and what he really wanted out of life. There […]
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I’ve followed the whole crazy E. Moon debacle since September, and experienced much the same reaction others did to Moon’s initial post. Some nodding along for awhile, raising eyebrows at a bit of the one-for-all view of citizenship, and then gaping at the bizarre turn it took with “Assimilate or you’re just asking for what
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One of the things that bled out of me after I got sick was all the rage and anger and angst. Oh sure, I get upset at things still, but I no longer get worked up into a blind rage. Whenever I start getting worked up, it hits a certain pitch and then it all
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Someday SOON, even! Page proofs have arrived for STET’ing.
Someday, this will be a real, live book! Read More »
God’s War, the novel I started back in the misty-haze of post-graduate school in Chicago, is now available for pre-order on Amazon.com (and Borders, Barnes and Noble, and Night Shade’s site, of course). Proofs are in the mail, and I’m told there will be cover art to weep over (one way or another) quite soon.
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Me: Just one more push! We’ve just got one more! Steph: YOU SAID THAT THE LAST FIVE TIMES!!!!!!!!! Me: I meant, one more in this set. Because baby-birthing is the ultimate total fitness workout.
They came first for the gays and the Jews, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t gay, or a Jew. Then they came for the immigrants and the socialists, and I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t an immigrant or a socialist. Then they came for the Muslims, and I didn’t speak up because
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