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“I say we take off and nuke the site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.”

(Significant plot-related spoilers whited out in deference to spirgins; spoilers about ambience and background, not so much) A little bit of classic Trek. A bit of Deathworld, a touch of Anne McAffrey’s Dragonriders. At least 50% glorious Roger-Dean-album-cover porn. Strong echoes of The Emerald Forest, a lameass mystical eighties-era John Boorman film about the plight […]

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He Speaks French. In English.

I was holding off on this but people have been twitting it for a few days — hell, someone even rated it, if I’m reading this right — so here you go.  ActuSF has posted their interview with me, in French and in the original English.  There’s not a whole lot of new stuff there […]

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Islands, Eclipses, and Sundry Other Things

I’m going to sneak in a few bits of self-aggrandizing tub-thumpery here, in the hopes that the last few postings have mitigated the ‘crawl’s tendency to list to all-about-me.  First, however, a bit of housekeeping:  I’ve just learned that anyone posting comments on this blog is forced to enter their name and e-mail up front.  […]

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The Return of the Pimp.

You may remember my hearty endorsement of David Nickle‘s short-story collection, Monstrous Affections, a while back. You may have dismissed that praise as reflexive pimpage on behalf of a friend (you can tell Dave’s my friend because no character with his name has ever appeared in any of my novels only to be brutally crushed […]

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Torchica Syndrome

I recently watched the new season of Torchwood:  “Children of Earth”, a five-hour single-thread miniseries, as opposed to the more numerous standalone eps of previous years.  I’ve never been a huge Torchwood fan.  Creator Russ Davies notoriously refered to it as “Doctor Who for grown-ups”, but it wasn’t, not really; it was just Doctor Who […]

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The Turgid-Cat Tapes: English Transcript

I’ve just been informed that the original English exchange between myself and Marcin Zwierzchowski has been posted as a pdf over at Poltergeist; previously, only the Polish translation was online. You may find some nuggets there you haven’t seen before. Marcin didn’t quite manage to coax any confessions from me about my closet animal-snuff fetish, […]

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Emotionally Satisfying. Intellectually Empty.

Spoiler Alert: The following concerns last night’s BSG finale, which tore away the skiffy veil of the preceding four years to reveal the bastion of fundamentalist religion festering beneath.  Cast thy gaze aside if you are a spirgin and haven’t yet seen the episode.  This post will still be here when you come back. I […]

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The Genre That Dare Not Speak Its Name

Mind Meld is at it again.  This time they asked a bunch of us about taboos in sf, and the responses run the gamut. Steve Aylett laments the conservatism of the genre.  Glenda Larke seems to contradict herself.   Kristine Rusch and Mark Budz channel Pollyanna.  Margo Lanagan has obviously walked the walk.  Anna Tambour […]

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Bedtime Stories

More about me, I’m afraid.  Given the current prospects for this gig I can’t really get motivated to invest the necessary time and effort for a proper science posting— but when other folks talk about me, I can talk about them in turn with minimal effort. Today the guy that’s talking about me writes something […]

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Unclouded by Conscience, Remorse, or Delusions of Morality.

At least, that’s how Paul McEnery describes the “viscera of human relationships” presented throughout my novels in his intro to my interview in the latest issue of h+.  The man treats me well:  the interview itself is chopped way down from our original Q&A (which makes some of my answers seem a bit, well, jittery), […]

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