Tag: science fiction

  • Hearing Voices:
    The Sound of Fantastic Fiction at KGB

    Time travel is possible. Thanks to Gordon Linzner and Rajan Khanna, you can attend a growing list of past performances at Fantastic Fiction at KGB. The reading series is hosted by Ellen Datlow and Matthew Kressel, and since the 1990s it has featured readings by some of the top writers in the science fiction, fantasy, and…

  • Reading with Tom Monteleone:
    A Night of Fantastic Fiction at KGB

    We took Manhattan. This past Wednesday, my good friend Tom Monteleone and I performed for an enthusiastic crowd at New York’s KGB, the literary venue in the East Village that has become known as the best literary venue in the city. That’s us (left) plotting before the show, having a sit down in a scene that looks…

  • This Week @ KGB: We’ll Take Manhattan

    Trust me, you won’t want to miss this month’s installment of Fantastic Fiction at the KGB. The place has been named the best literary venue in New York City by New York Magazine, the Village Voice, and others. And since the 1990s, the Fantastic Fiction Series has been the premier showcase for live readings in the sf/f/h genre.…

  • Researching a Novel:
    Trekking the Rain Forest

    The untouched or virgin rain forest was called primary jungle. Primary jungle was what most people thought of when they thought of rain forests: huge hardwood trees, mahogany and teak and ebony, and underneath a lower layer of ferns and palms, clinging to the ground. Primary jungle was dark and foreboding, but actually easy to…

  • Researching a Novel:
    Lost Worlds above the Clouds

    It was a dull gray landscape, and as I gradually deciphered the details of it I realized that it represented a long and enormously high line of cliffs exactly like an immense cataract seen in the distance, with a sloping, tree-clad plain in the foreground.  That’s George Edward Challenger describing the Amazonian plateau in Arthur…

  • Researching a Novel: Into the Abyss

    It glows by night, filling the air with a blood-red cloud. By day, its rising steam billows dull gray from an active crater. Either way, it’s a wonder to behold, a doorway to a hot spot of subterranean fires that recalls the opening lines from Canto Three of Dante’s Inferno: Only those elements time cannot wear Were made…