Thought it might be OK to start this thread early, when I read this year's list of Notables in the New York Times and had a question.

Colin Harrison's The Finder seems interesting. I googled and read a couple of interviews: an editor as well as a writer, married to a writer.

Should be able to produce a good thriller from New York (and the list claims he did).

Anyone read him?
(He's right above Annie Proulx on there, no. 11 or so, maybe not, no 21?)

Has anyone read this? I keep thinking I should:
2666. By Roberto Bolaño. Translated by Natasha Wimmer. (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, cloth and paper, $30.) The five autonomous sections of this posthumously published novel interlock to form an astonishing whole, a supreme capstone to Bolaño’s vaulting ambition.

I'll probably read Winton's Breath.

taking this to be the december reading thread, with twist, i finished "tiger! tiger!" last night, the second besher i've read in the last six months (the other obviously being "the demolished man"). with nano i never really got much reading done, and last night is still november, but hey, its done, and i can move on.

half way through the lucha libre collection. which i had seen as toys/vinyl art and hadn't realised there was a comic. its quite fun, various gangs of guys in wrestling masks who think they are superheroes and end up in random fights/adventures.

oh holiday at end of week, might take a womack with me. i still have most of his stuff to catch up on. but i always have so many options for travelling and end up spending ages trying to decide.

Before Gibson, Bester was absolutely the best literary stylist that sci-fi had. The likes of Delaney and Disch did amazing things, but lacked Bester's verve.

In the 50s, his panache knew no peer. Or pisser, for that matter.

The only person (before Gib) to give Bester a run for the savoir-faire money (how come all the words meaning, in effect, 'way cool', are French?) was Alice Bradley Sheldon , pseudonymously known as James Triptree, Jr. or Raccoona Sheldon.

(Imagine making love to a woman named Racoona.)

She was a handsome woman. I think Racoona was a self-mocking reference to her deep-set eyes:

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Apropos of nothing but coincidence:

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Observe, please, the... cloacaesque orifice-thingie on the left.

This is perhaps the organic-DNA interface? Or something.

I started rereading Gravity's Rainbow the other day. I don't know if I am up for it. I have been really sick and am worn out. Now I am rereading Sandman, which is about my speed right now.