You know: in a foolish, undiscriminating way, I've been happy these last few months. I don't know why. I just am. I love my friends; I love my pupils; I love what I read; I -- dammit -- love my thoughts. I love the taste of oranges.
Thornton Wilder in a letter to Gertrude Stein, Aug 14, 1936

Sunday, May 6, 2012


Phyllis as a young woman practicing her trademark shit-eating grin
When I was in the book business I loved dealing with Prometheus Books. They were a tiny company the first time we bought overstocks from them, but they were the publishing branch of the secular humanist movement. I guess I should have changed fonts for the last statement. It should be written in the thick, drippy letters used to advertise horror films. Yes, Secular Humanism, the bete noir of the Christian right, the band of radicals, poison dripping from the mouths, determined to make people think rather than blindly follow superstitions ranging from UFO abductions to creationism to the divinity of Christ.
Over the years they developed different imprints, one of which, Pyr, is devoted to science fiction. They even give the Prometheus Award for libertarian science fiction, an award that goes to both current publications and classics as disparate as Atlas Shrugged and Hans Christian Anderson's The Emperor's New Clothes.
Now they intend to infect the minds of American youth with sf aimed at the YA market. This is your chance to win free copies of their first books. Read them now before their presence in school libraries is challenged by some dried-up old bitch like Phyllis Schlafly and her minions of right-thinking Americans.

Wow, I really got into writing this.

Here's the link to the free book contest

Worlds Without End

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