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I spent part of the weekend reading M. John Harrison's collected Viriconium tales. If you have not read these, and you are a fan of
fantasy, or dreamlike bittersweet cynical prose, or secret alleyways in old cities, you should go read them now. Neil Gaiman once said that he
thinks of Viriconium as London; I'd say Venice. (But it doesn't matter anyway; it's the Eternal City...) I might be biased though. Venice is, perhaps, my favorite city.
Here, I'll leave you with a quote from the short story "A Young Man's Journey Towards Viriconium":
"People are always pupating their own disillusion, decay, age. How is it they never suspect what they are going to become, when their faces already contain the faces they will have twenty years from now?"
fantasy, or dreamlike bittersweet cynical prose, or secret alleyways in old cities, you should go read them now. Neil Gaiman once said that he
thinks of Viriconium as London; I'd say Venice. (But it doesn't matter anyway; it's the Eternal City...) I might be biased though. Venice is, perhaps, my favorite city.
Here, I'll leave you with a quote from the short story "A Young Man's Journey Towards Viriconium":
"People are always pupating their own disillusion, decay, age. How is it they never suspect what they are going to become, when their faces already contain the faces they will have twenty years from now?"