14th floor of the Flatiron Building: to the right, nothing in particular. To the left, Mecca. SF books coming out the wazoo. I’m not sure it actually says ‘Tor Books’ or anything of that ilk on the doors, but there’s no mistaking that This Is Tor. So in I went, and said I was Catie Murphy there to see Teresa, and a minute later she came out, slowed, and loooooooked at me and lifted a finger like, “Heeeey, you look familiar!” And I told her we’d met, in fact, at…
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v. long entry about writing
… [a] near-perfect version of an established theme and subject, which is … =Right Angles to Fairyland=. It’s in the C. S. Lewis/Susan Cooper/Lloyd Alexander/Joy Chant territory: not new, but surprisingly hard to do well, and she does it very well indeed. The surface of the words almost exactly matches the surface of the story. She conjures the kind of full-sunlight close-up real-world magic that can only be made out of precise, concretely imagined language. I truly laughed out loud, twice, on page nine; and that shimmery transformation on page…
we’re back!
We’re back! I have about twelve BILLION things to write about, but I said I’d quote what Teresa said about Angles, so I’m going to do that now: … [a] near-perfect version of an established theme and subject, which is … =Right Angles to Fairyland=. It’s in the C. S. Lewis/Susan Cooper/Lloyd Alexander/Joy Chant territory: not new, but surprisingly hard to do well, and she does it very well indeed. The surface of the words almost exactly matches the surface of the story. She conjures the kind of full-sunlight close-up…
updatey!
Updatey! Not actually so hot today. Well, as hot, but not so muggy, so we’re not quite dying like we have been. That’s good. I went over to Tor Books at 12:30 and met Teresa, who remembered me from Writer’s Weekend and who promptly began giving me books. I had been so good! I hadn’t bought any new books or anything! And now I’ve got, er. Seven. Three of which are hardcovers and .. maybe four of which are hardcovers. And one of which actually belonged to Teresa, rather than…
again with thehot
Again with the hot, and it’s only 9am. Blah. People live in this on purpose, that’s what blows my little tiny dehydrated mind away. Of course, I’m a particularly wussy breed of Alaskan, too, so that may have something to do with my general feelings of BLAH! BLAH! BLAH! We went to Trinity Church and St. John the Divine yesterday. St. John is the largest Gothic cathedral in the world, and lemme tell you: walking into it is like walking down the Halls of Moria. It’s *huge*. It’s dark and…