I feel like maybe this is a fairly lost Connie Willis novel, where her career has been so defined by the infinite numbers of Hugo and Nebula Awards she has won, and of course the sheer heft and size of her large and longer novels. But I liked this one. It’s better than the other early short novels she wrote in the mid 1980s by a wide margin I feel. It also just happens to coincide with my growing up and current life in some […]
I looked that up one day in February, the day I went out to see where Abraham Lincoln’s son Willie was buried.
Lincoln's Dreams by Connie Willis
