Looks to be halfway between, say . . . The Void and Coherence, maybe? Either way, I’m game. Thanks to Matt Pridham for the headsup.
Supercool write-up. Always good to be sharing space with Victor LaValle:
LeGuin’s Hainish Cycle is one of the places my imagination sparked in what felt like a story way for the first time. I’ll never forget them, nor The Lathe of Heaven, The Left Hand of Darkness, and “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” is forever in me. Here’s Margaret Atwood, bidding her farewell:
Good time this weekend in snowy Santa Fe. That’s me in the slash hat.
What you can’t see? There’s slashers all on the hatband:
Guess Ghostface is kind of criminally tilted (sorry, Billy and Stu), and the jewel of them all is the werewolf, but slashers on a Slash hat is the real joke. Werewolves? Werewolves are never the joke.
Anyway, we talked Alice and “Alis” (my story. we all talked about our own stories, to start things off) and I think I misremembered an old SyFy miniseries out loud for all—who were too polite to call me on it—then we signed a truckload of books, and I saw an old yellow friend from one of the other times I’ve been on this excellent little stage: