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Once upon a time in my vicinity, people admitted that they hadn't read books by a particular writer and then raced out to fill the gap in their reading life. More and more often, I come across people who are rather proud to admit that they haven't read this book or that writer. I have any number of clever replies, but they all contain sadness. There is no glory in wilful ignorance.

And now I go to fill some blanks in my own reading background. Also to catch up on Aurealis reading. Four new books this week!

SF Criticism Masterclass, 2012

I do wish I could go again to the SF Criticism Masterclass, but next year is the year I get this PhD as out of the way as possible, so travel to the other side of the world is not likely. It's an entirely different line-up of teachers, and looks entirely terrific. What I need now are friends who will go and take notes for me... SF, London, June - how much better does it get?