The last story I read by David Nickle left me impotent for a week. That was a compliment. I have never actually read a bad story by David Nickle. I read an opaque story by him once: it was called “Pants Are For Company”, and it was (roughly) about personification of the abyss. I didn’t […]
Not exactly SF, but pretty fucking Orwellian just the same.
Category: economics, rantI had dinner the other night with a friend of mine, a former investment banker and derivatives jock for the Toronto Dominion Bank. He grew sufficiently wealthy to retire years ago — while still in his thirties — and has since been managing hedge funds for widows and environmentalists to make up for his past life of […]
Which is to say, like “Finks” with an extra S.
Category: writing newsMore news from Poland. Evidently Ślepowidzenie has won the “Sfinks” award for “Best Foreign Novel”. I had a shot at “Best Novel”, period, but Cormac McCarthy beat me out for it, perhaps to pay me back for the NAST Awards. (I did, however, come a close second in that category by a mere 13 votes.) […]
Cephalopod Salad
Category: public interface, writing newsQuite a bit has happened since the last time I came up for air. Blindsight debuted in Hebrew— very cool cover design from Aya Ben Ron, I might add— and I’ve just received my first reader feedback from that edition (“Not a bad book. … thank you for a pleasant evening, although I didn’t get […]
The Turgid-Cat Tapes: English Transcript
Category: ink on art, interviews, public interfaceI’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, […]
You Light Up My Life
Category: fibletI am become Norris, and discover that I did not die the first time. Some of me persisted in those burnt remains from the doghouse, hung on against fire and frost: crippled, mindless, reduced to a few jellied fragments embedded in carbon. They took what they could find and broke cover. Now I watch myself […]
Turgidtude.
Category: interviews, public interfaceAnyone speak Polish? Reason I ask is, Google Translate renders the following from a comment following this interview, in reference to the above picture: “A cat really turgid … is called the Banana”. Turgid. It must be a poor translation. I can’t believe anyone would deliberately be so cruel.
Periscope Down
Category: miscSo, yeah, once again I’ve been remiss on the ‘crawl postings. And those I have managed tend to be heavy on the Lookit-me elements, while posts on nifty sciencey stuff have been pretty much absent. (This pisses me off more than I can say; I haven’t checked my science feeds in fucking weeks, and even […]
Missionary Position
Category: fibletI thought this world insane. I thought it a war criminal. I thought it a victim, a nightmare, a mystery, an obscenity. Only now do I begin to think this world could be impossible. I am being Palmer, and the things I’ve tasted make me question my own sanity. These offshoots have not forgotten how […]
Locomotive Breathless
Category: public interface, writing newsThings are happening in France. I have been told that SNCF, that country’s national train service, wants to webcast an excerpt of Vision Aveugle from the culture wing of their (vast) web site. They do this on a regular basis, evidently: conscript some French actor or writer type to read a twenty-minute book excerpt. I […]







