Thank god for Spider Robinson. Where else can I read about characters from my own home town, Halifax, that are involved in black takeovers of New York City or time-traveling telepaths from beyond the grave, loveingly written in flourishing hippie-script ("to corn a phrase") and so painfully readable that my eye muscles atrophe from forgetting to blink?! Gasp!
Well, maybe I exaggerated a wee bit there...
Had I been born a few years earlier, I could have knocked on the Robinsons' door (seems like they would are come-on-in it's cold, who are you? types) and taken them out to supper for a job well done.
Are there any other Callahans patrons out there? Or any other types of fanatics, critics, or myriad of furious typing monkey manuscript editors out there (nice not to be alone in that dept. for once) that have somthing to say about Spider Robinsons work?
Well, maybe I exaggerated a wee bit there...
Had I been born a few years earlier, I could have knocked on the Robinsons' door (seems like they would are come-on-in it's cold, who are you? types) and taken them out to supper for a job well done.
Are there any other Callahans patrons out there? Or any other types of fanatics, critics, or myriad of furious typing monkey manuscript editors out there (nice not to be alone in that dept. for once) that have somthing to say about Spider Robinsons work?
I don't se him print anywhere .
