I love Connie Willis. However, I continue to be slightly befuddled by her passionate love of musical theater/old movies/retro celebrity... that sort of thing. It's just not my thing. It is certainly the thing of the main character in this book, though - an aging actress, who, much against her exp...
I adore Connie Willis and I have trawled through her major and popular works with absolute glee. Now I'm left with the leftovers. The three-starers. And while it does hurt to say that a little, it is great to recognise that even those you worship have their no-so-greats. But it's also promising t...
Insecure, ill-dressed chaos theorist desires intelligent, insightful, incandescent trends researcher. Must be SC. Yes, this is a romance novel, of sorts. With socially awkward scientists and stuff. But it has something that most romance novels only aspire to: it’s laugh out loud funny. And smart....
The Middle Ages are a shady back alley of history. They are a juvenile delinquent to which all the 'proper' historical eras give the proverbial side-eye. “Life expectancy in 1300 was thirty-eight years,” he had told her when she first said she wanted to go to the Middle Ages, “and you only lived...
This is not a book I would have chosen as recently as a month ago. I am not a civil war buff. I recently became interested in the work of Connie Willis, and I found this and another of her novels at a library book sale in Newport News, so I snagged them, along with a bag full of other books.The f...
TO SAY NOTHING OF THE DOG, or How I stopped worrying about the space-time continuum and learned to love discontinuityThis review about a novel concerning time travel is a bit of an exercise in time travel, itself. I had gone to add a book to my to-read shelf and there sat To Say Nothing of the D...
Even if many of the main characters in Willis works are scientists and that the setting is that of science fiction, her work is far from the standard (whatever it would be) science fiction. Mostly, because it does not deal with the "science" part of it (I guess she deems it as not important, whic...
This came really really close to ending up in my "gave up on" shelf. I tried so hard to like it, I really did. Many times I'd tell myself that was it, I wasn't going to continue, and the ONLY reason I did finish it, is because it was Connie Willis. If this had been the first book I read by her, i...
OPINIA Z 5 LIPCA 2009Pierwsza kobieta zajmująca się sf, którą w ogóle kojarzę. Sam z tego typu książek lubię jedynie serię o Diunie, a cała reszta jest przeważnie infantylnymi opowiastkami. To co dziś przeczytałem to zbiór opowiadań jednego z najlepszych pisarzy sf, z jakimi miałem przyjemność si...
An excellent collection of Willis' short fiction, this book gathers together 11 of Willis' short stories, all previously published, however."The Last of the Winnebagos" – Willis' intro says that she has been criticized for this story by people who find it too "sentimental." However, it also won b...
"Variety is the soul of pleasure," And variety is what this comprehensive new collection of Connie Willis is all about. The stories cover the entire spectrum, from sad to sparkling to terrifying, from classics to hard-to-find treasures with everything in between -- orangutans, Egypt, earthworms, ...
The winner of multiple Hugo and Nebula Awards, Connie Willis capture the timeless essence of generosity and goodwill in this magical collection if Christmas stories. These eight tales-two of which have never before been published-boldly reimagine the stories of Christmas while celebrating the pow...
Oh, God, he thought, I’m in France. The Lady Jane left me behind on the beach at Dunkirk, and the Germans are coming. But that couldn’t be right. He remembered coming back across the Channel, remembered sitting there at the dock, looking down at his shredded— “My foot,” he said, even though the n...
I put it in my backpack along with Mrs. Talbot’s magazine and went outside to untie Stitch. He had pulled his leash out as far as it would go and was sitting around the corner, half-strangled, watching a robin. Stitch never barks, not even at birds. He didn’t even yip when Dad stitched up his paw...
—MATTHEW 24:20 A little after three, it began to snow. It had looked like it was going to all the way through Pennsylvania, and had even spit a few flakes just before Youngstown, Ohio, but now it was snowing in earnest, thick flakes that were already covering the stiff dead grass on the median an...
—IRISH PROVERB “D-Dr. Verrick’s back?” Briddey stammered. “But, Trent—” “He flew back on his Lear jet right after he got off the phone with me.” Of course. She and C.B.—correction, Sky—should have thought of the possibility that he had a private plane. “I told you about him flying back in the men...
“We been lookin’ all over the station for you,” Binnie said. They were both filthy, and Binnie was wearing the same too-small dress she’d worn the day Eileen went to borrow the map. “Ain’t you glad to see us?” No, Eileen thought, looking desperately...