was first published in 1975. So, as of this e-publication in 2013, it’s been around for nearly forty years. It’s middle-aged. Sf isn’t supposed to be middle-aged. It’s supposed to be youthful — the new, the cutting edge — bringing us the future. Very little of my sf is predictive. It isn’t about ...
Le Guin Orr opened the door. His hair hung in locks and snarls, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips dry. He stared at her blinking. He looked degraded and undone. She was terrified of him. "Are you ill?" she said sharply. "No, I ... Come in. . . ." She had to come in. There was a poker for the Fran...
and this was the result. I have edited and fiddled with it here and there. In earlier times, when we divided narrative into the secular and the sacred, factuality and invention were both considered to be properties of the former, and Truth the quality of the latter. With the decline of a consens...
The Story It’s just part of a story, actually quite a lot of stories, the part where the third son or the stepdaughter sent on the impossible errand through the uncanny forest comes across a fox with its paw caught in a trap or little sparrows fallen from the nest or some ants in trouble in a pud...