It all began a little over twenty years ago when an impressionable teenager read Ubik for the first time …
It was the 80s, but I bathed my brainpan in the New Wave-ish 60s – Philip K. Dick, Harlan Ellison, Thomas Disch, Michael Moorcock. Then cyberpunk came into play and comics got good and gritty: Watchmen, Stray Toasters, Moonshadow, V for Vendetta, Arkham Asylum. Interesting times.
Sure, I read my share of Golden Age sf, but those easy tales of heroism weren’t what followed me out of my formative years, what stayed, coating my neurons with a liquid broth of unease and wonder.
I’ve been odd ever since and loving it.
So I kept reading, adding excellent new writers along the way (Nicola Griffith, Neal Stephenson, Connie Willis, Ian M. Banks, William Gibson) as well as classics (Ursula K. LeGuin, Samuel Delany, Joanna Russ, Ray Bradbury, Octavia Bulter).
I also did a lot of schooling and a lot of writing, the latter all academic.
Transition to a grown up (of a sort) who’s both scientist and a bit of a literati … and wind up with me.
A me ready to open up my whimsical brainpan and show you what’s been fermenting all these years from that first time I read Ubik and left a wash of strange liquid behind.