Don't miss filomancer's Masochistic Exercise in Rejection Statistics. Yeah. Been there. There right now, in fact, wheee! Actually, Judith has a better record of eventually publishing what she writes than many folks, but it's interesting that it has generally taken years to publish, in good markets, what turned out to be very well received stories.
Tagged by pnew8. Fifteen Statements About Books.
- I don't collect first editions. Used books are as good as new. I don't
care what condition the dustjacket is in, or whether someone else's
bookplate is inside the cover, or whether the pages are marked, unless the
markings are so bad they distract me from reading. What's important about a
book is the words, not the physical container of the words.
- I take off dust jackets and throw them on top of the bookshelves. Whoever
cleans up my house after I die will have to deal with them. I find dust
jackets annoying. I take after my father in this, although I think he
just threw them away. He also used to pull out the four slick advertising
pages at the center of every New Yorker, that were secured only by
- I hate 'perfect binding'. The pages eventually all fall out. This is my
major objection to paperback books, which I highly approve of otherwise.
- I don't remember the first book I read. I probably won't remember the last
book I read, either. I hope it's not one I've read already, though.
- When I first read Evelyn Waugh's The Loved One, I was so taken with
it that I bought every copy the bookstore had and gave them to all my
friends. I had one copy left. I finally gave it away this year, more than 30
years after I bought it.
- I spent much time in the Wyomissing Public Library when I was a child,
both in the kids' and the adults' sections. I probably encountered my first
there, Jack Vance's Vandals
of the Void. The book was pitched a little too old for me, and I didn't quite
understand what I was reading. Still, I loved it, I knew that there was
something wonderful, fantastical, fascinating there, just slightly
beyond my grasp.
- The Wyomissing Public Library had a copy of Hans Brinker, or, The
Silver Skates, which had been rebound, and its spine carefully inked
with: Hans Brinker and the Silver Skates. I told the librarian that
was wrong, that wasn't the book's title. It should be changed. It
never was, though, which shocked my eight-year-old moral sensibilities. This
episode was my first warning that I would grow up to be the kind of
obnoxious twit who is annoyed at people who say 'literally' when they mean
'figuratively', and use 'disinterested' when they mean 'uninterested'.
Academic linguists think of people like me as philistines.
- The first genre SF book that I read and fully understood was Andre Norton's Daybreak: 2250, found in my junior high
library. When I say 'genre SF' I am excluding children's books that are
speculative fiction but have escaped from the ghetto. Seuss (surrealism),
Pooh (existentialist/absurdist despair, with a cast of talking toys), A
Wrinkle in Time.
- I had a membership in the Science Fiction Book Club from about age 12. I
carried their edition of Asimov's Foundation trilogy to school every day to
read at lunch, until I had finished it. It was a thick volume, and my
classmates made fun of me for reading such a thick book.
- One shouldn't be able to love both The Lord of the Rings and the
Harvard Lampoon staff's cruel parody of it, Bored of the Rings. But I
- Books everyone is supposed to love, that I don't love: The Bastables,
The Left Hand of Darkness. I couldn't get through Interview with
the Vampire. By the book's middle I wanted to wring Louis's neck,
yelling, "Godammit, stop whining!"
- I failed to make it through Neuromancer about four times. Then I
finally did, loved it, and read most of the rest of the Gibson canon in
short order. Maybe it was one of those 'getting it' things. Or maybe it's
just that Neuromancer starts too damned slowly.
- I recently bought, used, from an Amazon seller, a long-remaindered
collection by Robert Graves, On Poetry: Collected Talks and Essays. I
had first found it in my college library, and very much enjoyed Graves'
voice: opinionated, imaginative, erudite, eccentric, censorious, precise,
unforgiving. In discussing why he doesn't like Blake, Graves remarks that
when the poet and the prophet occupy the same body, the prophet is apt to
steal the poet's food, and let the poet starve. Graves also feels this was a
problem with the later Keats. I disagree with him on both Blake and Keats,
but I think the concept is valid with respect to other authors. Cf. Tennyson's political verse, the later
Ayn Rand, the later Heinlein, the later Vonnegut. (Note a certain theme,
here.) At WFC I heard China Miéville's
latest novel criticized for having this problem. I'm sure you can name
- I had a subscription to Analog during most of the 1960's. It never
occurred to me, when I originally read it, that "Weyr Search" might not be
science fiction. It was in Analog, it had to be science fiction,
- A some point in my teens, I received a copy of an Asimov-edited short story anthology as a gift. It was Tomorrow's Children, and included Ray Bradbury's "All Summer in a Day," Fritz Leiber's "A Pail of Air," Robert Sheckley's "The Accountant," Philip K Dick's "The Father-Thing," and Jerome Bixby's "It's a Good Life," among others. I've never quite recovered.
== hitsujikai == (noun) shepherd
|Left radical is 'food' (食). Right radical is 'administer/official' (司), which acts phonetically to express 'give'. Thus, 'give food'. In Chinese this character chiefly refers to feeding people, but in Japanese it has come to mean feeding animals, and the associated meanings of rearing/animal husbandry. Henshall suggests as a mnemonic: 'Rear animals by administering food to them.'|