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8 o'clock, September 11, 2003

Howard Waldrop kicks ass.

That is all.

You may return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Comments

Yes. Yes, he does.

—— Jon, 5:21 AM, Friday, September 12, 2003

That whole collection is worth reading, but one of the stories is particularly worth reading: "The Sawing Boys" is one of my favorite stories of any kind, ever.

Because you can never have too many Waldrop links, I hope David won't mind if I steal this space to point to a couple of other Waldrop things, even though they mostly don't involve zeppelins:

"Mary Margaret Road-Grader," the post-holocaust American Indian tractor-pull story, was the fiction we reprinted for our first Author Focus week at Strange Horizons. We also provided my introductory article, which points to nonfiction(?) pieces by George RR Martin, Gardner Dozois, and Eileen Gunn, all about Howard, and links to four other Waldrop stories available for free online (though the old Omni Online site hasn't been available lately), all published by Ellen Datlow. Meanwhile, SH reviews editor Chris Cobb reviewed Dream Factories and Radio Pictures, Howard's ebook collection from ElectricStory (where you can also find Howard's column "Crimea River"); the fine folks at Wheatland Press will be reprinting Dream Factories in old-fashioned carbon-encoded decimated-foliage media soon.

Apparently there's a whole bunch of other Waldrop stuff due out soon, too; it's a veritable Waldropiana festival. 2003: the year of Waldrop. We are indeed lucky to be alive at such a time.

—— Jed, 12:27 PM, Friday, September 12, 2003

Stealing this space in that cause is highly encouraged.

I haven’t gotten to “The Sawing Boys” yet; I’ve been kind of reading around at random. “Flatfeet”, “The Effects of Alienation” — and, of course, “You Could Go Home Again” — have blown me away, though, even if I don’t know a tenth of the early 20th century media history I’d need to appreciate them properly.

At least I recognized Zero Mostel, even if I didn’t recognize Peter Lorre.

—— David Moles, 12:51 PM, Friday, September 12, 2003