It's raining here in Tallahassee, and it's cold–in a word, narsty. Bearlike and grumbly, I'm about to go back into my hidey-hole soon and resume reading for our collosus of a weird fiction anthology for Grove Atlantic, soon to disembowel or set aside for snacking later many dozens of stories—and likely still grumbly. Picking the best meals from so many world-class cooks is almost an overload to the senses.
Meanwhile, though, a few notes on recent best-of lists of mine that've run on...
Published on February 12, 2010 08:48