"Disarm you with a smile, and cut you like you want me to."
A cloudy day, once more. Currently, it's 62˚F.
Today, I got back to work on The Tindalos Asset and wrote 1,065 words.
We spent the afternoon out at my mom's in Leeds, washing clothes and playing GW2.
And I have this review of The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan, from the Seattle Review of Books:
A collection rather than an anthology, The Very Best of Caitlín R Kiernan (Tachyon) hews to one style, uttering its fabulations in one piercingly delicious voice. My personal favorite, “The Maltese Unicorn,” dishes up a Dashiell Hammett-esque crime narrative in a setting filled with bisexual demons and enchanted dildos. Often decay appears as a near-sentient character in the fictional worlds Kiernan constructs; often wickedness and ineffability and fate acquire a palpable, practically tactile presence in prose both teasing and pleasing. The author flirts with literary pretentions at times, and many of her overtures have been answered (as a glance at her long list of publication credits reveals) by hard-to-locate publications. Let us be grateful that Tachyon’s Jacob Weisman and Jill Roberts have made appreciation much easier by curating this magnificent selection of Kiernan’s eerily beautiful oeuvre.
A very fine review, and I'm grateful for it. But please do not say "curating" when you mean "editing." Editors edit. Curators curate. People who compile collections of short fiction are editors, not curators. As for flirting with "literary pretentions," I honestly didn't know that I was only flirting.
Also, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Me, I gotta go curate my sock drawer.
Later,
CRK
8:28 p.m.
Today, I got back to work on The Tindalos Asset and wrote 1,065 words.
We spent the afternoon out at my mom's in Leeds, washing clothes and playing GW2.
And I have this review of The Very Best of Caitlín R. Kiernan, from the Seattle Review of Books:
A collection rather than an anthology, The Very Best of Caitlín R Kiernan (Tachyon) hews to one style, uttering its fabulations in one piercingly delicious voice. My personal favorite, “The Maltese Unicorn,” dishes up a Dashiell Hammett-esque crime narrative in a setting filled with bisexual demons and enchanted dildos. Often decay appears as a near-sentient character in the fictional worlds Kiernan constructs; often wickedness and ineffability and fate acquire a palpable, practically tactile presence in prose both teasing and pleasing. The author flirts with literary pretentions at times, and many of her overtures have been answered (as a glance at her long list of publication credits reveals) by hard-to-locate publications. Let us be grateful that Tachyon’s Jacob Weisman and Jill Roberts have made appreciation much easier by curating this magnificent selection of Kiernan’s eerily beautiful oeuvre.
A very fine review, and I'm grateful for it. But please do not say "curating" when you mean "editing." Editors edit. Curators curate. People who compile collections of short fiction are editors, not curators. As for flirting with "literary pretentions," I honestly didn't know that I was only flirting.
Also, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Me, I gotta go curate my sock drawer.
Later,
CRK
8:28 p.m.