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When I look back on my earliest days of science-fiction fandom, it is with both gratitude and fondness. How many happy afternoons I spent, curled up in the nook under the stairs at my grandmother’s house, lost in Samuel Delany’s ruined city of Bellona, or one of Jose Luis Borges’s thought experiments (in the original Spanish, of course; English loses something), or following The Book of the New Sun’s torturer protagonist in his wanderings across old, ruined Urth. “Oh, Severian!” I would cry delightedly. “You unreliable narrator, you!” Eventually, my mother would come to collect me, and, grudgingly, I went with her, longing for the night and the next day’s morning session of kindergarten to already be over, that I might return posthaste to my secret world. More »
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