Campbell award finalists (best sf novel) have been announced: 10 men, 2 women.
Since 1973 there have been 39 awards bestowed.
4 women, 35 men.
Angela Carter was a child of the Blitz, sent to the English countryside to escape the bombs. Eventually she kept on going around the world, ending up for awhile in Japan, Australia and Russia. (She used the money from winning the Somerset Maugham prize to leave her first husband (‘I’m sure Somerset Maugham would have been very pleased’). Sexuality, symbolism, wit and love of language fueled her work, which has been studied now for decades – there was even an Angela Carter conference last year, which is when I first heard of her. She died young, at age 51.
This is my kittie Jensen, checking out Carter. He likes the leopard skin head.
Writing in the New York Times, Salmon Rushdie said:
She was the first great writer I ever met, and she was one of the best, most loyal, most truth-telling, most inspiring friends anyone could ever have. I cannot bear it that she is dead. After we heard about the cancer, I rang her up and we talked about it. I said, “Angela, there’s only one thing for it. You’ve just got to beat it, that’s all.” “Yeah,” she said in a long, black drawl, “but what about my strong streak of Oriental fatalism?”
This is part of the series Diana Comet Presents…75 Years of Fabulous Writers. Over 2,300 views in 3 weeks for the video – hooray!