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From: "Robin Hamilton" <[log in to unmask]>
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Sent: Sunday, May 15, 2005 12:32 PM
Subject: Re: poem
> > Granted - Campbell would never have gone near him. - Have you read
> Disch's
> > book on sf, The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of?
>
> No. All I have read is Camp Concentration and ... curse me if I can
think
> of the title of the other one. Oh, and a novel serialised in +New
Worlds+
> that I've never seen in book form.
>
> Robin
The other is called 334 and is one of the masterpieces of the genre.
Title refers to an address, 334 E. 17th St., an apartment building. Book
came out in the late 60s, is set in the 2030s. Remember when I read it, the
utter hollow feeling: of course, this is what it's going to be like? What
made me think it would be any better? Didn't foresee islamists, just
endless Vietnams. Nor AIDS - but there's a jolly mutated lupus that's
killing people off. Apathy, impoverishment, oil running out, reality TV,
decreasing literacy, etc. etc.
TD wrote a rave about my first book, The Adventure; it's in his collection
of literary essays, The Castle of Indolence. Only real attention my books
got was from the sf community.
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