Posthuman Blues

It's been raining continuously all day: an unremitting "Blade Runner"-like deluge. I finished reading "The Communion Letters" and started John Shirley's "Eclipse." This novel is marvelously prescient and stunningly realized; I dare anyone to read this without twitching at the parallels to the situation in Iraq.





Running home from the coffeeshop through the rain, cars like luminous undersea fish. I'm brimming with images for new stories. Mieville's book may have freed me of some of my genre reservations (I typically shun fantasy, as so much of it is formulaic drivel). In the meantime I've been asked to write a final (?) sub-chapter about Mars' close approach.