I just picked up Static Waves 5 from Saint Marie Records, and this is one of the best songs off it:
There’s simply something very pleasing about Julie Shields harmonizing with herself…
I just picked up Static Waves 5 from Saint Marie Records, and this is one of the best songs off it:
There’s simply something very pleasing about Julie Shields harmonizing with herself…
More books I bought from Michael Moorcock. These are the non-Moorcock hardbacks I bought off him (in addition to Rendezvous With Rama).
Most of these were Half Price Books purchases:
Back in November, I went out to Michael Moorcock’s house and bought five boxes of books from him. Some of those went out in December’s Lame Excuse Books catalog, and more were Moorcock first editions (naturally) that I’ll be cataloging a bit later. But here’s one of the most notable books by other authors I bought from him:
Clarke, Arthur C. Rendezvous With Rama. Gollancz, 1973. First edition hardback (no statement of printing, as per Currey), a Near Fine copy with bumped top front corner, small inked “W” on front free endpaper, tiny doggear to top of first 12 pages, in a Near Fine dust jacket with bumped top front corner, 3/8″ closed tear to rear bottom DJ near heel, pinhead nick to bottom front fold edge with associated scratch, slight edegwear at head and heel, and a touch of rubbing. Hugo and Nebula winner for Best Novel. Currey, page 115. Anatomy of Wonder 4, *4-109. Magill, Survey of Science Fiction Literature, pages 1759-1763 (“Rendezvous With Rama is one of those novels obviously destined to become instant classics.”). Reginald, Science Fiction and Fantasy Literature, page 106. One of Clarke’s most important novels. Replaces an Ex-Library first.
As a guy who only owns Moving Pictures, I’m not the right person to talk about the passing of Rush drummer Neil Peart. So instead, here’s every Rush reference in Mystery Science Theater 3000:
(Dwight already posted all the Archer references, though I think that video is missing an incarnation or two Krieger’s van.)
Science fiction writer and editor Mike Resnick died this morning a little after midnight according to a post by his daughter Laura Resnick, due to an aggressive lymphoma that followed on the heels of major surgery.
Mike was a friend from way back in the pre-WWW days of the Delphi Wednesday Night Group in the late 1980s, where a bunch of science fiction people (Resnick, Pat Cadigan, Gardner Dozois, myself, Dwight and many others) hung out on a regular basis. I sold Mike one of my earliest stories, “Huddled Masses” for his Alternate Presidents anthology, as well as “Saul’s Diary” for Galaxy’s Edge, and Mike used “Crucifixion Variations” for World’s Science Fiction Story Collection II, my only story ever published in China.
He got involved with science fandom early in life and never left. Mike was one of the last of a dying breed of science fiction’s writing machines, someone who early-on mastered the ability to crank out a prodigious amount of wordage every day. The Kirinyaga stories in the 1980s, set an orbital African primativist tribal “utopia,” was where he really started to make his mark, and he became a regular Hugo and Nebula winner back when that meant something. He edited dozens of anthologies, frequently buying work by new writers, and eventually founding Galaxy’s Edge. He raised prize-winning collies and collected books on Africa. When the Social Justice Warrior mob came for him and Barry Malzberg for the usual stupid reasons he told them to go pound sand.
He was a jovial presence at conventions, and he will be missed.