Monday, June 14, 2004

Crocodiles ate my map

Powells.com has a review of Street of Crocodiles, by Bruno Schulz (whom China MiƩville listed as one of the best writers using the fantastic aesthetic).

Schulz is a master of metaphor, and his lush, poetic sentences burst with sensory detail. He transforms the pedestrian — salesgirls, brooms, bolts of cloth — into fantastic apparitions, lit with significance and color. He has been compared to Kafka, which is justified, but he also evokes Calvino in his careful description of the city's vagaries, and even Lovecraft in some of his alchemical descriptions.

Schulz's stories involve rare birds' eggs, bicycles, and a quarter of the city that is gray and does not exactly exist.

Kind of like the bookstore you go into to skim through the pages of this title doesn't exactly exist.

See glorious exhibits of strange places at the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame and the House of Elsewhere.

(More SF links available from Scribbling Woman.)

Mars via the Moon: “A Journey to Inspire, Innovate, and Discover,” calls for NASA to transform its organizational structure, business culture, and management processes, but I'm still not convinced they know where they're going.
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