I’ve almost finished reading every Jack McDevitt novel on the shelf and am wondering how long it’s going to take for this Georgia-based author to deliver his next book to his publishers. If you enjoy mystery, archaeology, adventure and disaster on a cosmic scale then you need to trot down to your nearest bookseller and announce in a very clear voice “I would very much like to purchase a book by Mister Jack McDevitt please M’am”. Just be sure that (unlike me) you begin reading McDevitt’s books in the proper order…
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Stephen King is quoted as saying that “Jack McDevitt is the logical heir to Isaac Asimov and Arthur C. Clarke.” to which I say Nonsense! Jack McDevitt is a much better writer than either of those pillars of the sci-fi genre and he’s likely to be far less loopy and/or dead.
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First off, I did NOT dress up. Ever.
Let’s just get that out of the way right now.
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Back in the late 1990’s I was reading a lot of Larry Niven’s novels and works based on his novels. At some point I joined the Bucknell listserv for fans of Larry’s work. This is a review of a story called “A Darker Geometry”, written by Gregory Benford and Mark O. Martin, that I posted to the listserv in 1998, a story which was later published (with my persmission) to http://www.larryniven.org and can still be found there at the date of this article posting (a shout-out to my old pals over there on the Listserv, and to Larry of course!).
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I dropped out of the elevator, crouched low to avoid detection. Looking left and right, I rolled quickly over to the wall trying not to be seen. I’d been avoiding her for most of the morning but her spoor hung heavy in the air in this place. I knew that the big cat was looking for lunch and that she had me in mind for the main course.
She wasn’t your usual cat, this one. She stood five feet tall at the shoulder and her coat was jet black streaked with fluorescent red. Her claws were long elegant blades and she had mysterious green catseyes, but it was her black leather cape and knee-high go-go boots that were a definite giveaway that this wasn’t your everyday feline.
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