Mary Robinette Kowal loves her new covers.

Can your best friends be books?

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My inner 12-year-old screams with delight when Moorcock writes about Dick, but the important part is that Michael Moorcock’s favorite PKD book is also mine: Time out of Joint, which says that maybe everything is fake. Also, Adam Roberts makes what may be the possible case for Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. (As a post-humanist, I am not terribly concerned by The Android vs. the Human as anything but a sign of progress, but it mattered to Dick, perhaps because, like a common type of homophobe, he feared he was what he wanted to eliminate.) There’s also someone who appears to actually believe that Dick’s mimetic writing was his best.

Four of the great writers of my lifetime—John Barth, Ursula K. Le Guin, Philip Roth, and Robert Silverberg—have stopped writing novels. I’m a bit sad, but it would be ungrateful to be too sad, and I think they had a better idea than John Updike did. After he finished with Rabbit and Bech, his lifetime average decreased with every book.

Would You Rather identify with Holden Caulfield or marry someone who still identifies with Holden Caulfield?

*In the vulgar sense of course

Interview with Ada Palmer

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Larry Niven & Joanna Russ (1985)

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New John Crowley collection

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Kurt Vonnegut and Gregory Benford

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