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"Ray Bradbury forever changed the landscape of science fiction, his words and images permeating readers’ imaginations to this day.

"Besides being an incredible writer, he was a collector of illustration art, original drawings, Disney cels, comic strips and much more.

"We are proud to be auctioning 400+ items from the Ray Bradbury Estate at the end of September…"

"A Dorchester County, Maryland, teacher was taken in for an "emergency medical evaluation," suspended from his job, and barred from setting foot on another public school. Authorities searched his school, Mace’s Lane Middle School in Cambridge, for weapons. As classes resumed, parents worried that their children were in danger, so police decided to remain on the premises to watch over them.

"What happened? The teacher, Patrick McLaw, published a fiction novel. Under a pen name. About a made-up school shooting. Set in the year 2902…"


What was it about Dick’s work that caught your attention?


Partly it was that he and I had similar interests in certain things, such as Taoism and the I Ching—after all we were both Berkeley kids of exactly the same generation. And then, his sci-fi novels were about ordinary, unexceptional, confused people, when so much sci-fi consisted of Campbellian or militaristic heroes and faceless multitudes. Mr. Tagomi, in The Man in the High Castle, was a revelation to me of what you could do with sci-fi if you really took it seriously as a novelist. Did you know we were in the same high school?


You and Philip K. Dick? Really?


Berkeley High, thirty-five hundred kids. Big, huge school. Nobody knew Phil Dick. I have not found one person from Berkeley High who knew him. He was the invisible classmate.


That could almost be taken from one of his novels. So you didn’t know him at all?


No! We got into correspondence as adults. But I never met him physically.

Ursula Le Guin, Paris Review interview. (via bowiesongs)

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"In the latter half of next year, Spectral Press will be publishing a book which will look at the influence of the great British innovator and writer of some of the most groundbreaking science fiction and horror television of the fifties, sixties, and seventies: We are the Martians – The Legacy of Nigel Kneale, edited by Neil Snowdon. A book of this nature has long been overdue. Well-known names are contributing to this volume, including Kim Newman, Ramsey Campbell, Tim Lucas, Stephen Volk, and many more, who will take an in-depth look at how Kneale’s work shaped their own writings as well as looking at the broader genre mediascape. There will be articles, essays, and interviews, and in the limited hardback edition we will be publishing for the first time one of Kneale’s unproduced screenplays. The concept artwork for the tome has been created by David Chatton Barker, and is reproduced above…"

"I was sold on J. G. Ballard’s High Rise (1975) after the first ten words: “Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog…”

I didn’t care what the second half of that sentence would turn out to be; I was already there, sitting on the balcony. It’s not that I don’t like dogs, really, but more that here was a book that clearly had no qualms about its world, had the confidence to disarm probably half of its possible readers with the bleak and unnerving image of a human casually eating a dog on a balcony. If this is where Ballard began, I knew there would be hell to pay in what came after…”



(via A Year In The Country: Day #195/365: World On A Wire; a curiously prescient Simulacron)


Interface trilogy cover art by Peter Andrew Jones, 1977.

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"Author Daniel Keyes, 86, died June 15, 2014. Keyes is best known for his classic SF story “Flowers for Algernon” (F&SF, 1959), the bestselling 1966 novel expansion, and the film version Charly (1968)…"


MARY FUCKING SHELLEY.  ’oh, i’m a nineteen year old female in a world where females are basically valued only as mothers, grieving over the loss of my child, disowned by my father, in dire financial straights, stuck in a country that’s not my own, ignored and cheated on by my husband, and belittled by my husband’s friends?  how am i going to deal with this?  WHY DON’T I COMPLETELY CHANGE THE RULES OF LITERATURE, MOTHERFUCKERS?  AND WHILE I’M AT IT, I’LL SIMULTANEOUSLY INVENT AN ENTIRE NEW GENRE, AND WRITE THE FIRST NON-RELIGIOUS CREATION MYTH.’

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