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Books 1-10.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
81. The Dakota Indian Internment at Fort Snelling, 1862-1864 by Corinne L. Monjeau-Marz.
82. A Life on Paper: Selected Stories by Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud, translated by Edward Gauvin.
83. The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith.
84. Best American Fantasy, edited by Ann Vandermeer, Jeff Vandermeer, and Matthew Cheney.
85. It Walks in Beauty: Selected Prose of Chandler Davis, Edited and with an Introduction by Josh Lukin.
86. All Flesh Is Grass by Clifford D. Simak. So at DiversiCon I was telling Mark Rich about my novel-in-progress, and he said "That sounds sort of similar to a Clifford D. Simak novel." In essence, All Flesh Is Grass is about a village that wakes up one morning to find itself surrounded by a mysterious, invisible dome that won't allow anyone in or out. This isn't exactly what goes on in my WIP, but it is similar (and yes, I also know about the Stephen King novel and I'm not too worried about it). Even before reading it I was less distressed by the similarities than you might think, because Mark made it clear that Simak's premise was science fictional, and mine is very definitely fantastical. But I was interested, and I realized that I hadn't read Simak before, despite his being probably the only Grand Master from this region--born in Wisconsin, lived in the Twin Cities for much of his later life. Dude was prolific; this is, according to his Wikipedia page, the 11th of 30 novels he wrote. I found it very engaging to start with; his prose style is accessible but sophisticated, and the premise unfolds with a mix of logic and absurdity. I liked the aliens, too. (SPOILER THERE ARE ALIENS IN THIS BOOK.) The characterization wears a bit thin after a while, though, and the novel gets crowded with villagers. Then it ends, rather abruptly and not entirely convincingly, as if Simak just decided he was sick of it and was ready to move on to the next. I'm guessing there are better novels I could have started on Simak with, and despite the flaws of this one I intend to read more by him; have to keep filling in those gaps.
Books 11-20.
Books 21-30.
Books 31-40.
Books 41-50.
Books 51-60.
Books 61-70.
Books 71-80.
81. The Dakota Indian Internment at Fort Snelling, 1862-1864 by Corinne L. Monjeau-Marz.
82. A Life on Paper: Selected Stories by Georges-Olivier Châteaureynaud, translated by Edward Gauvin.
83. The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith.
84. Best American Fantasy, edited by Ann Vandermeer, Jeff Vandermeer, and Matthew Cheney.
85. It Walks in Beauty: Selected Prose of Chandler Davis, Edited and with an Introduction by Josh Lukin.
86. All Flesh Is Grass by Clifford D. Simak. So at DiversiCon I was telling Mark Rich about my novel-in-progress, and he said "That sounds sort of similar to a Clifford D. Simak novel." In essence, All Flesh Is Grass is about a village that wakes up one morning to find itself surrounded by a mysterious, invisible dome that won't allow anyone in or out. This isn't exactly what goes on in my WIP, but it is similar (and yes, I also know about the Stephen King novel and I'm not too worried about it). Even before reading it I was less distressed by the similarities than you might think, because Mark made it clear that Simak's premise was science fictional, and mine is very definitely fantastical. But I was interested, and I realized that I hadn't read Simak before, despite his being probably the only Grand Master from this region--born in Wisconsin, lived in the Twin Cities for much of his later life. Dude was prolific; this is, according to his Wikipedia page, the 11th of 30 novels he wrote. I found it very engaging to start with; his prose style is accessible but sophisticated, and the premise unfolds with a mix of logic and absurdity. I liked the aliens, too. (SPOILER THERE ARE ALIENS IN THIS BOOK.) The characterization wears a bit thin after a while, though, and the novel gets crowded with villagers. Then it ends, rather abruptly and not entirely convincingly, as if Simak just decided he was sick of it and was ready to move on to the next. I'm guessing there are better novels I could have started on Simak with, and despite the flaws of this one I intend to read more by him; have to keep filling in those gaps.