Every so often I find myself playing with ideas for novels I know I’m never going to write. For years…
And theorists shall talk theory unto theorists
I wouldn’t normally link to one of my own reviews like this, but this review of Red Planets: Marxism and…
The fate of being a critic
These are thoughts inspired, in part, by Shya’s recent post about ambition, but mostly by a question Maureen asked me…
A sentence about a sentence I love
The bloody boy’s filled the bloody bath with bloody snakes, again!
Blogging the Hugos: The City And The City
[Note: many of the ideas about the border as heterotopia come from an as-yet unpublished paper by Maureen Kincaid Speller,…
Blogging the Hugos: Wake
By chance, I happen to have all bar one of the novels shortlisted for this year’s Hugo Award (the one…
Gender is not sex
So my stint as a judge for the James Tiptree Jr Memorial Award is now at an end. We have…
Another world
I just received the following junk email, and found myself quite enchanted by the weird and wonderful world it opens…
To be precise
We love precision in what we read. No, let’s be accurate, we demand precision. We attack all forms of imprecision.…
Fantasy
I was going to write a long response to Adam’s latest dyptych, but my ideas started spinning off tangentially, so…