Psst-- say, A.G., whatever happened to your Science Fiction Book NewTown? Man, I'll tell you what happened to NewTown. I threw years of work right out the window and I started fresh. That's right, I wrote an entirely new NewTown because you, the reader, deserve nothing less than the best. This winter I'll tighten it up, send it along to my editor and tighten again. And then-- BAM!
In the meantime, here's a passage from one of my favorite SF books, "Half Past Human" by T.J. Bass. This book is so bizarre. I bought a tattered paperback copy from a street vendor in Washington Square Park in New York City and instantly fell in love. I've never read a book quite like it. T.J. Bass only wrote two books, "Half Past Human" and "The Godwhale." Unfortunately The Godwhale isn't nearly as good as Half Past Human. Some vital spark is missing. Half Past Human, though... well, judge for yourselves:
"Awakening to the bright cheerful summer, Flower raised his head and smiled his pollen face at his green neighbors. Lifting his eyes to the sun he saw the Glory-- the orange world of the red octopus-- shimmering gold and watery red. Arms tingled. Toes groped for soil damp. Sun shared Great Truths with his flower mind. His soul expanded. Rapture. Ecstasy faltered with Autumn. Where were his bees? Pollen wasted. Actinics browned his green. Toes lost their arthritic grip. Where were his bees? Withered and drying, he fell into the soil without reproducing-- returning to the nitrogen cycle unfulfilled. A flower soul moved on."