Heyo! If you’re reading this, hello again! I am still alive. Let’s start with some life updates, because a lot of stuff has happened in the last few months. Two book reviews and an essay about one of my fave 2020 quarantine reads penned by yours truly, among other publications that I’m too lazy to link here (I have zero control over the timing or else I would have spread everything out more evenly across 2022), have made it into the world. Speaking of which, Maureen Kincaid Speller recently passed away. She was an editor at Strange Horizons for many years (for those of you who might not be familiar with it, Strange Horizons’ influence on English-language SFF for the past two decades cannot be overstated, and it has been at the forefront of defining what speculative fiction can look like and promoting diverse, global voices). She gave me my break as a reviewer early this year, and I was one tiny blip in her long, long career as a critic and an editor. May she rest in peace.
september 2022
september 2022
september 2022
Heyo! If you’re reading this, hello again! I am still alive. Let’s start with some life updates, because a lot of stuff has happened in the last few months. Two book reviews and an essay about one of my fave 2020 quarantine reads penned by yours truly, among other publications that I’m too lazy to link here (I have zero control over the timing or else I would have spread everything out more evenly across 2022), have made it into the world. Speaking of which, Maureen Kincaid Speller recently passed away. She was an editor at Strange Horizons for many years (for those of you who might not be familiar with it, Strange Horizons’ influence on English-language SFF for the past two decades cannot be overstated, and it has been at the forefront of defining what speculative fiction can look like and promoting diverse, global voices). She gave me my break as a reviewer early this year, and I was one tiny blip in her long, long career as a critic and an editor. May she rest in peace.