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14th March 2005: Cold Girly Steel

Kate Elliott asked me why I wanted to write about warrior women, and I thought as this was likely to be long and self-indulgent, I’d answer over here. This also follows on from some things we were discussing in Rilina’s

Posted in Sulien World, Writing

1st March 2005: Dydd Dewi Sant

It’s snowing half a ton — well, about 10cm, which on top of the old snow that was already there makes it very deep where it hasn’t been cleared. The sidewalks haven’t been cleared today, which makes walking like wading

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, Whimsy

5th February 2005: Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell

Susanna Clarke’s Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell is clearly written from an alternate universe where the great fantasy-defining genre-starting book of the twentieth century, after Dunsany, was not Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings but Hope Mirlees Lud-in-the-Mist. It’s not

Posted in Books

4th December 2004: The Tempest, Madd Harold

Directed by Madd Harold, at the main stage of the Saidye Bronfmann, with a budget. The Tempest the way Madd Harold directs it is not a play about some funny people on an island, it’s a play about a man

Posted in Theatre

31st August 2004: Representing…

John Brunner died at Intersection, the Glasgow Worldcon in 1995. I always think of him at this time of year. The other time I always think of him is when I walk into a convention bar and half-expect to see

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face

5th July 2004: Old men ought to be explorers

I didn’t sleep much last night, and I was reading Anne de Courcy’s excellent biography of Curzon’s daughters The Viceroy’s Daughters (kind of post-research for Farthing) and it struck me how incredible it was that someone could be born before

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face, My Real Children

2nd June 2004: Reading about people just like oneself

Two discussions today that made me think about something. The question of needing people to identify with in fiction was raised, and also the question of “translating” fiction to make it more comprehensible and easy to identify with. Some people

Posted in Books, Writing

20th May 2004: My father is dead

Well, dead. And when he stands among the squeaking voices in the Stygian hall before the two dark thrones, then say for me he did me little good and little harm, let him pass on without bitterness but without vengeance,

Posted in Life as it blossoms out in a jar or a face

1st April 2004: Skazlorls

I have, with John M. Ford’s gracious permission, managed to insert the following sentence into Lyflode “The sky was black with skazlorls” and then a little later “Did you see the skazlorls?” When that’s in print, the word will be

Posted in Lifelode

25th March 2004: Strictly Cash

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned before about all the time travellers around in Montreal. They’re easy to spot. They got their clothes from a box marked “1970-2030” or sometimes “1950-2050”. They wear shoes that don’t quite look like any

Posted in Whimsy