I tend to avoid these tribute books–the ones I’ve read about Richard Matheson and Roger Zelazny only reminded me of how much I miss those two fine writers.
So far, SHADOW SHOW is the best of this weird, often unsatisfying sub-quasi genre. Neil Gaiman’s “The Man Who Forgot Ray Bradbury” is an odd story about just what the title says. Harlan Ellison’s “Weariness” is one of those non-stories sometimes called a “meditation” that works beautifully. So many of his work in the last decade has been about avoiding the “this happened, then this happened” quality of straightforward stories, and this is another example. He spent years writing crime and SF stories in traditional modes, and it’s fascinating to watch him change his style over the years. This one should be read without any preconceived ideas.
Hoity-Toity magazine-thing McSWEENEY’S, beloved of people who talk about “the art of story” when I talk about “stories,” mashes together a couple of anthologies, one edited by Bradbury, another by “Hitchcock.” They forgot to mention that Hitch didn’t actually edit or intro the books with his name on them, but I guess they don’t do that in these Hoity-Toity Art magazine-like objects. I’m only mentioning all of this because I labored through the opening letters and am just sitting down to start this tonight. So this is even less a review than my usual non-reviews, but I feel we’ve grown close and I want to be completely honest with you. Plus, I’m late, gotta run.