The Fraud of Freud

Rijn- en Vechtstreek en omgeving Hotel Breukelen is gelegen in de groene en waterrijke Rijn- en Vechtstreek. Although Jews have for a few thousand years made a point of preserving themselves and their group as a specific collective with a special identity apart from other groups and religions, many Jews view it as verboten for non-Jews and also Jews to view Jewish culture and thinking the same way that they themselves do. So I am miles away from seamy Antisemitism. Diaries, you can also read how the war looked to bus drivers and Lyons Corner waitresses and munition factory workers--an absolutely treasure trove of detail. Denvention 3 - Connie participated at Denvention 3 in many panels including a reading and several signings. I've listed my favorites before on this site, but here are a few I've discovered since then:

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Van der Valk Hotel Avifauna. Nederland, Alphen aan de Rijn. Van der Valk Hotel Zwolle. Ontdek in 3 dagen de charmante stad Brugge. Van der Valk Hotel Brugge. Van der Valk Hotel Ridderkerk. Van der Valk Hotel Amersfoort A1. Van der Valk Hotel Berlin Brandenburg. Duitsland, Blankenfelde - Mahlow. Van der Valk Uden - Veghel. Verblijf 3 dagen in luxe in Niedersachsen.

Rotterdam in 3 dagen ontdekken. Van der Valk Hotel Rotterdam-Blijdorp. Ontdek Berlijn vanuit een Van der Valk hotel. Weekend genieten in bruisend en verrassend Eindhoven. Van der Valk Eindhoven. Viersterrenluxe bij Van der Valk nabij Nijmegen. Van der Valk Hotel Barcarola. Van der Valk Hotel Gladbeck Duitsland. Afrikaanse luxe in de splinternieuwe Safari Suite.

Verblijf in een luxe Van der Valk hotel. Van der Valk Veenendaal. Sfeervol overnachten bij Hotel Sassenheim-Leiden. Er gaat niets boven 3 dagen in Groningen. Van der Valk Hotel Groningen - Zuidbroek. Zondags genieten bij Den Bosch. Van der Valk Hotel de Gouden Leeuw. Overnachten nabij het bruisende Groningen.

Geniet van viersterrenluxe in Almere. Van der Valk Hotel Almere. Van der Valk Hotel Saint-Aygulf. Van der Valk Hotel Stein-Urmond. Van der Valk Antwerpen. Geniet van een ontspannen verwenweekend. Van der Valk Hotel Emmen. Luxe nacht in een romantische Cupido Suite. Geniet van viersterrenluxe nabij Nijmegen. Van der Valk de Molenhoek. Een dagje dierentuin of trendy shoppen in Rotterdam. Geniet en ontspan in een kamer met bubbelbad. Van der Valk Hotel Houten.

Ontdek Antwerpen vanuit viersterren Van der Valk hotel. Viersterrenluxe in een hotel in Hoorn op zondag. Van der Valk Hoorn. I'm sorry, whoever you are," but I know how they feel. Nobody gets anywhere in this field or any other without helping hands and encouraging words and shoulders to cry on. I literally wouldn't have lasted five minutes in science fiction without all of the above and countless others I've forgotten to mention in my excitement.

You should have seen my first story! I want to thank all of them! When I began writing science fiction as a teenager, my biggest goal was to actually sell a story. My greatest castles-in-the-air fantasy was to someday win a Nebula Award. Dec 17, - A Holiday Update from Connie!

Christmas is bearing down on us, and because you all have so much time to read during the holidays, Lee thought you might like a list of my Christmas short stories. And chunks of Blackout and All Clear take place at Christmas. Some of these stories are up on line, and a lot of them are in the collection of my Christmas stories, Miracle and Other Christmas Stories. Several others are available as very skinny books from Subterranean Press, and some are in The Winds of Marble Arch, my big collection from Subterranean Press.

On the other hand, I don't want to read stories where callousness, cynicism, or downright meanness triumph. Potter should not win. This narrows down the number of acceptable Christmas stories quite a bit. But here are three besides the list above that you might like. One's actually a poem, but never mind There once was a boy who loved books, though he had very little access to them.

The boy only had fourteen cents. He told him that, but the bookseller wasn't impressed. He turned away to wait on somebody else while the boy stood there, defeated, thinking despairingly of the long walk home. At which point a "tall, handsome gentleman" came over, put his arm around the boy's shoulder, and asked him which book he wanted. When you get rich, you can pay me back. And may you see many manifestations of the goodness of human nature, from butchers and baristas and bond traders and bellboys and biologists.

And of course from books. For whatever reason, it is not being including in any cable channel's annual deluge of Christmas movies. I have found some You Tube clips of the movie posted by a fan of the actress Poppy Montgomery. Clip 1 includes the opening credits while Clip 2 and Clip 3 have more scenes from the movie. I just got back from the World Fantasy Con , and right before that, Milehicon.

At Milehicon, the highlight was probably the challenge panel on "Scariest Robot Ever," which I won with my brilliant defense of the Daleks, even though I had already been thrown off the panel. He actually made me laugh so hard at one dinner I snorted a piece of lettuce up my nose and nearly killed myself. It was at a Chinese restaurant, and we were at two big tables.

After Milehicon I had two days to unpack, do my laundry, repack, head for the airport again--in a blizzard--and fly off to San Diego for the World Fantasy Convention. It was held at a beautiful resort with four swimming pools, dozens of rose-lined paths, palm trees, and gazebos and gardens and shady bowers, all of which I felt really guilty about because back home my poor husband was dealing with fifteen inches of snow, broken tree limbs, and no electricity.

For two and a half days. I felt really bad. Not bad enough to leave San Diego, however. It had nothing to do with the palm trees and the balmy weather, I swear.

She was an editor guest of honor at the convention, and we spent a lot of time catching up. One of the highlights of the convention was discussing Primeval with Kit Reed.

I had found out at the International Conference on the Fantastic that she was a fan, and we caught up on Season Four and also discussed our theories about how the resort we were staying at could possibly make it in this day and age.

Like all good conversations, it rambled all over the place, and covered lots of ground. A very fun hour and a half.

He so-o-o-o deserves it. I absolutely adored it the first time I read it and was astonished to find out it had been written by a twenty-year old.

Young writers usually have style and imagination but not much originality--and no knowledge of the world. But somehow Peter Beagle had all of the above, even though he was writing about middle-aged people, grief, the nature of true love, and death. I believe the term is "wise beyond his years. You can read an excerpt of the story on the December issue's page.

Subterranean Press has release the J. Potter cover for the limited edition of "All About Emily " that will be shipping at the end of the year. I just got back from the double whammy of Worldcon in Reno and Bubonicon in Albuquerque where I had a great time! All of this year's Worldcon, Renovation, was fun, but the highlights were: People always ask me if the awards still mean a lot to me, and the answer is yes!

I'm always as nervous and convinced I'm going to lose as I was the first time--when I did lose, to George R. Martin, a fact he has never let me forget and which he reminded me of only three days ago at Bubonicon. And when I win, I'm just as thrilled as I was the first time. This Hugo was especially important to me. I have always adored World War II and especially the London Blitz, and the entire eight years I worked on the book, I was convinced that A I couldn't do justice to the Blitz and the civilians who played such a critical part in winning the war, B I was never going to finish the stupid thing, and C that if I did, no one would like it.

So winning--and even more important--having so many people tell me what the book meant to them--was wonderful. This year's award is gorgeous. The rocket, created by Peter Weston, was lovely, and the base was designed by a French artist, Marina Gelineau, who designed it in layers of glass in which are embedded the images of prehistoric creatures.

It immediately made me think of Primeval, even though that probably wasn't what the artist intended, and the centipede that poisoned Stephen and the giant bug that nearly killed Connor, and the beetles that overran the lab.

They make it even more perfect--it's my Primeval Hugo! If you subscribe to their email list, you will have a chance to win an Advance Readers Copy details here. There will be a copy signed and numbered leatherbound edition and trade cloth bound hardcovers. The Locus Awards Banquet is one of the most fun things I get to do.

In tribute to founding Locus editor Charlie Brown, everyone wears Hawaiian shirts. If you don't, you have to wear a badge that says, "I didn't wear a Hawaiian shirt" and it makes you eligible to win one. We gave away six really lovely ones this year. There's a Best Hawaiian Shirt competition and a trivia competition "What pilot of a spaceship in a TV series wore Hawaiian shirts until he was dumb enough to agree to be in the movie version and got lunched?

It used to be a real banana, till people complained it turned black before they could sell it on eBay. This year in honor of Gardner Dozois's being a Hall of Fame inductee we had a special event: It was very fun. Thanks to Liza Trombi, the Locus staff, and my lovely and talented assistant Gary Wolfe, the banquet came off without a hitch, except for major heckling from Gardner and his partner-in-crime Nancy Kress, who were punished by having to wear a grass skirt Nancy and a flowered coconut-shell bra Gardner , though that didn't appear to inhibit them at all.

I was very excited. And it was my very great honor to introduce Gardner Dozois. I've sent my speech along so you can see it here [ available as a PDF ]. Gardner gave a great speech, everyone got to look at the glass bricks commemorating each of the inductees, and we then all went to a champagne reception in their honor the inductees, not the glass bricks. And then the next day I taught an all-day workshop on romantic comedy at Hugo House.

And somewhere in there I did a reading with Terry Bisson. And then I came home, collapsed on the couch with a cold I'd caught somewhere along the way, and watched episode 4 of Season 5 of Primeval repeatedly. Only two episodes to go, things are in a terrible mess, and I am worried sick about what's going to happen to everybody. This is such an appropriate comeuppance for me Primeval, not the cold. Maybe I'd better keep this in mind in regard to my next book, and hurry up and get busy writing it.

As soon as I get over this cold. There truly is no rest for the wicked. But at least I'm sane again comparatively now that I've finished watching Season 5 of Primeval. I was so worried about what was going to happen, especially to Connor and Abby, that I literally couldn't sleep nights. Season 5 was so good! Anyway, as I said, I finished my story, which is called "All About Emily," and which is about a robot who wants to be a Rockette. It's going to be in the December issue of Asimov's and then Subterranean Press is bringing out a special limited edition , like they have with Inside Job and D.

I loved writing this story because it gave me an excuse to do all this research about the Rockettes and Radio City Music Hall, which came this close to being torn down. But not all stories have unhappy endings, even in real life, something I find I need to remind myself of now and then.

I'm really looking forward to Worldcon in Reno. Here's the schedule as it stands now: Wednesday at 4 p. Wolfe, and Jonathan Strahan, on guest of honor Charles N. I only wish Charlie could be there.

Sunday at noon--a panel on "Chronological Dissonance: Modern Archetypes and Morals in a Historical Setting," which sounds intimidating, but is actually about how any of us travelling back in time would be caught as impostors within seconds. I'll also be autographing at some point and doing a kaffeeklatsch and some sort of walk with fans, since apparently they're worried that no one will ever go outside the casino.

And somehow I am determined to find a little time to play a little nickel video poker and talk to anyone who wants to about Primeval, especially people who've seen seasons 4 and 5. I'm about to explode from not being able to talk to anybody about it! Really looking forward to seeing everybody there! If you'd like to relive the live coverage via CoverItLive at the Locus web site, go to this link. Look for additional links to pictures and other coverage soon.

I usually hate January. It's dark and cold and dark and Christmas is over and there aren't any decent movies to go to because we already saw "The King's Speech" and "Tangled" at Christmas and for some reason people think it's a good idea to release movies about dead children and suicide when you're already depressed, and Congress is back in session and it's dark and the sun is never going to return.

But not this year. This year I've loved January--well, not loved it, exactly. I mean, it's still dark, but from January first there's been something to look forward to every week: My daughter and I are hopelessly addicted to the show, and no, it's not just as a friend of mine said, that Andrew Lee Potts is "ridiculously adorable," although that is certainly true.

But this British show it's on BBC America right now and has been on Syfy is also really well-written, fast-paced, full of unexpected twists and turns, and very involving. Everyone we've introduced to the show we gave it to lots of people for Christmas has loved it. Buy the DVDs of the first three seasons or rent them from Netflix or watch them on your computer first. It has to be watched from the beginning. So why do I like it so much?

Let me count the ways: Andrew Lee Potts is ridiculously adorable. I didn't think Connor could possibly be any better than Hatter, but he was, and we were--and are--completely hooked. The series is really well-written. It's got foreshadowing your key to quality literature , interlinking plots, clever dialogue, and stunning reversals. My daughter bought the DVDs before I did, so she was several episodes ahead of me, and when I got to a particularly surprising turn of events, I called her at five in the morning her time.

And Episode 6 is nothing to what happens in Season 2. Or as Connor says, "It isn't every day you meet a potential girlfriend. And find a dinosaur. Connor's very funny, and Cutter's got a dry wit, but my favorite's Lester, who's the best paper-pushing bureaucrat ever. It's really well-written, full of subtlety and nuance.

I know, I know, it sounds ridiculous in a show about dinosaur-hunting in modern-day London, but it's true. One of my favorite episodes actually explores the whole notion of knighthood--from a medieval knight trying to kill a dragon well, actually, a dracorex to a damsel-in-distress trying to save it.

And a kid in a "Working Class Hero" T-shirt trying to rescue a flying lizard from the clutches of e-Bay. And who knew dragons were actually herbivores?

The characters are terrific. When I saw the first episode, I thought, "Okay, we have your curmudgeonly scientist, his love interest, his ex-wife, the handsome action hero, the geeky computer nerd, the hot blonde, the military guy, the government bureaucrat who stands in their way. Instead, nothing turned out the way I thought it would, and everyone revealed surprising--and sometimes upsetting--depths.

Finally, I've been really impressed with the writers' skill in plotting. At the end of Season 3, they did something I didn't think could be done. After the third season those short British seasons of six or ten episodes , the show was cancelled. Two years later, it's, as they say in their ads, "Back from Extinction," but at the time regular writers knew that last episode was the last one ever. And it managed at the same time to be one of the most exciting cliffhangers ever and--if it really had been the end of the series--a totally satisfying ending.

Don't see how that's possible? Neither did I till I saw it. Though his judgment may be clouded by how cute Hannah Spearritt is. Or this could all just be a sort of January Madness brought on by exposure to too much March Hare.

But anyway, it's getting me through till the sun starts coming up at a reasonable time. And I can't wait till next week.

The story goes that Churchill's father was so grateful that he offered to send Fleming's son Alex to school, Alex became a doctor and discovered penicillin, which then saved Churchill's life again when he got pneumonia during World War II.

I had read the story years ago in a book about the war, and it had never occurred to me that it wasn't true, but according to Snopes. No record exists of Churchill's having nearly drowned or of the elder Churchill paying for Alexander's education, and when asked about it Fleming called it a "wondrous fable. In my defense, the story goes back almost as far as the report of Churchill's pneumonia, and the original version which appeared in Coronet Magazine in December seems to have been written by a Washington, D.

It's too bad the anecdote's not true--it was such a great story. But it's only great if it's true, and apparently it's not. Sorry for spreading a story that wasn't true, everybody. I got it from Burns's obituary in the New York Times. I love Christmas--the carols, the lights, the cookies, the present-wrapping, the wretched behavior of my fellow man. Honestly, people behave worse during the "season of good will" than any other time of the year. In Starbucks where I write the other day, I overheard a man ranting about the laziness of the poor and how their poverty and homelessness were their own fault.

You're facilitating the problem if you give an animal or person an ample food supply. However, like Scrooge's nephew Fred, I am determined to "keep my Christmas humor to the last," and with that in mind, here are some of my favorite seasonal quotes: Wodehouse "We are having the same old things for Christmas dinner this year One size fits all.

Fun for all ages. He can't spoil our Christmas. I hope you have a great holiday, everybody! But it's nice to be back home. Some stuff there wasn't room for, and some didn't fit the story I was trying to tell. A lot's happened since my last update. I'm all better from my gall bladder surgery--though I'm still mad my surgeon wouldn't let me go to Albuquerque for Bubonicon, but I have something really sad to report.

My agent Ralph Vicinanza, who'd been my agent for over twenty years, died suddenly a couple of weeks ago of an aneurysm. The news of his death was like being hit upside the head with a baseball bat for all his friends and clients I was both , and it's still sending shock waves through the publishing world. Ralph was the biggest agent in science fiction--he handled dozens of clients, including George R. Martin and Stephen King, and there's simply nobody who can replace him.

He was not only a really good agent, but a wonderful friend to me. I always felt that he cared more about me as a person than he did about how much money I could make him, and I can't count the number of times I called him sobbing and he talked me down out of whatever crisis it was. I don't know what I'm going to do without him.

And I really don't know what science fiction is going to do without him. I was lucky to be able to attend Ralph's funeral and to see and talk to many of his friends, though the trip was sort of a nightmare. The funeral was in Yonkers, and New York was in the grip of a gale, the tail end of an East Coast hurricane, so roads were flooded and trains shut down, and everyone who actually made it to the funeral looked like a drowned rat. But that was all somehow appropriate, a sign of how wrong things had gone with Ralph gone.

If he'd been there, he would somehow have made it all work in spite of the difficulties. They're not two books, or a book and a sequel, or the first two installments of an endless series. I'm going to be doing a lot of signings. And that you need to keep in mind that this is World War II we're talking about, and that sixty thousand English civilians died. And no, I'm not telling you anything else. She won't even confirm whether my theories are right or not, the little brat.

The characters are great, the plotting is very clever, and Andrew Lee Potts is possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen. I just bought my Reno Worldcon membership, so hopefully I'll see you all then, if not before. Till then, I'll be working on some new short stories and my Roswell alien abduction novel, which will be one book, repeat, one book.

Aug 15, - An Update From Connie! Cities and dates will be added to this post as they are announced. There are still a few copies left of All Clear to be ordered from Subterranean Press. If you missed out on Blackout, copies of may still be available from some online retailers. There were hundreds of them, many of them obscure books in libraries I visited when I was travelling--and with many of them, I had to read an entire book to glean a line or two I could use.

But here are some of my favorites. This was my favorite book about the evacuees. It's a collection of short newspaper pieces on life during the war and the runup to it, told in classic British understated style. They started out being breezy, domestic columns, but as the war approached, they turned into something else entirely.

I also recommend the Academy Award-winning movie starring Deborah Kerr. Some other good movies are: The plot's a bit far-fetched, but the Blitz stuff is great. It not only gives you the big picture, but the personal stories of the people caught in the Blitz, from nine year-old Sheila Hardiman, the first person killed, to a bomb disposal expert to a young woman who made the mistake of sleeping with a German and ended up in Holloway Prison.

This book has everything you need to know about rationing, the blackout, the Home Guard, Digging for Victory, scrap drives, utility clothing, and gas masks, plus a recipe for Lord Woolton Pie, made from potatoes, cauliflower, and oatmeal.

I'm not sure what they had in mind or if it was a success. The important thing is that when the war began, nobody thought to stop it. The government kept on doling out shillings, and the people kept on writing down their observations. As a result, we have one of the broadest and most diverse records of how war affects people ever. Usually wars are recorded by journalists, politicians, and professional writers, and World War II is no exception. You can read Virginia Woolf's and C. Snow's and Churchill's takes on the war.

But thanks to the M. Diaries, you can also read how the war looked to bus drivers and Lyons Corner waitresses and munition factory workers--an absolutely treasure trove of detail.

They're collected in a variety of places. It's exciting, horrific, and funny, all at once. She's not so much trying to cover the Blitz as record her personal impressions of it, and she's got an incredible eye for detail, as witness her account of Oxford Street after the bombing that destroyed John Lewis. But before See it Now and Person to Person and his stellar career as a TV journalist, he was the American war correspondent who did radio broadcasts from London during the Blitz and the voice of the Blitz for most Americans.

Paul's Cathedral is burning to the ground. Paul's, was my Bible for all the ST. It's hard to come by, and I wasn't able to get hold of a copy till after I wrote "Fire Watch" Dave Langford found one and sent it to me, bless him but it was invaluable in writing the new book, although it failed to give enough details about the stained-glass windows.

To get that, I had to keep asking volunteers until somebody went and got a modern-day version of Mr. Humphreys, who was old enough to remember what I needed to know. I wish I'd had it from the beginning. It's a tour guide to London, but with a difference--this one tells you all the places where things during the Blitz happened, from the buried War Rooms in Whitehall where Churchill drove everybody crazy by going up on the roofs in his pajamas and Wellingtons to watch the raids, to the shrapnel damage on the walls of the Victoria and Albert Museum.

There are also a bunch of walking tours and lots of fascinating side bars. And if you should happen to be going to London, you've got to go to St.

An Update from Connie! I just got back from my book tour--sort of. I still have a signing in Texas on Friday and assorted local signings. Thank you all for coming to my signings. It was great to see everybody! And especially thanks to everyone who showed up at Borderlands in San Francisco, where the weather was absolutely wretched. And in Seattle, where you had to miss the first part of the Superbowl.

Or the Superbowl ads. Which ad was your favorite? Anyway, everywhere I went, people asked me the same two questions: A lot of people also said they wished I'd listed the books I'd used to research the novel at the end of the book.

Novels don't ordinarily have bibliographies, but I promised I'd list some of my favorite research books on this site as soon as I've looked up all the titles and authors. In the meantime, I'll answer the second question: That's actually kind of hard to answer. The first time travel novel I ever read was Robert A. It's a great book--all about a guy who gets betrayed by his girlfriend and his best friend, so he decides to have himself cryogenically frozen so he can get as far away from them as possible.

But when he wakes up in the future, he finds out All I'll say is that the story involves his going back to the past again, and that there's a terrific little girl, Ricky, in the book, and a great cat named Pete, which were more than enough to get me hooked on time travel.

But I'm not sure that was my first intro to time travel. Or it might have been one of Jack Finney's stories, or C. Moore and Henry Kuttner's "Vintage Season," about decadent jet-setter-like time travelers who come back to our time from the future to see And I don't know which came first. All I know is that as soon as I heard about time travel, I fell in love with the idea. I loved the possibility that we could go back to the past and change mistakes we made--which I am always wishing I could do--and that we could go see the St.

And that we could change history--shooting Hitler in Berlin in or knocking the gun out of John Wilkes Booth's hand. And I loved all the games writers played with the contradictions of time travel--the grandfather paradox and the "chicken and egg" paradox.

In case you don't know that one, it goes like this: You go back in time and tell Einstein the answer is E equals mc squared, and he "discovers" it, and it ends up in your science textbook, where you read it, and that's how you knew about it so you could tell him, but in that case where did it come from in the first place?

I loved reading stories where the authors explored all the possibilities of those paradoxes, from Heinlein's "All You Zombies" to Harry Harrison's "The Men Who Murdered Mohammed," especially Fredric Brown's "The Yehudi Principle," where the story's first and last lines form a continual time loop.

Best of all, you can use time travel to illuminate the way time and memory affect--and trap--us. And to gain an understanding of history and time itself. It's no wonder I love it. Connie Willis Guest Blogging on Suvudu. Connie Willis talks Blackout Part 1. Connie Willis talks Blackout Part 2. Connie Willis talks Blackout Part 3. Connie Willis talks Blackout Part 4. Reviews, Articles, and Pictures from the Blackout Tour I've posted several blog posts with links to various online articles and have also posted some pictures from the Mysterious Galaxy signing and the UNC Reception.

You can see those currently on the ConnieWillis. Blackout Book Tour dates announced! Connie will be doing a short book tour to coincide with the release of Blackout. All of these booksellers should be able to take online or phone orders if you don't live in the area or can't make it to the signing. So far, the signings include: And I'm done, I'm done, I'm done!

Okay, okay, I know I said I was done with the Blitz novel in the fall of And it's still not done. I still have the copyedited manuscript and the galleys to do for the second volume, ALL CLEAR, and there are days when I think I'll never be done, that like Zeno's frog, I will just keep halving the distance to completion without ever getting there. I've seen the cover, the reviewers' copies have been sent out, and assorted booksignings have been set up. And, as my daughter so aptly put it, "If you're hit by a bus now, you don't have to worry about some hack finishing your novel.

I have also been beginning to think about other projects. Every time I've had a glimmer of a story idea over the last few years, I've had to firmly squelch it because I had no time to work on anything else, but now I can actually write other stuff, and the ideas have begun bubbling up. There's a story I've been wanting to write about a robot who wants to be a Rockette, and one about Satchel Paige, who was the greatest baseball pitcher who ever lived, but who never got to play in the Majors till he was past his prime.

And I can't wait to get started on my Roswell--Area alien-abduction--romantic comedy novel, tentatively titled The Road to Roswell. But first I need to dig out from the mess I made while writing the novel, answer six years' worth of e-mails, send out my Christmas letter I know it's already January! Surely they've gotten over their initial dislike of President Obama by now. I also plan to catch up on my reading. It was also clearly the prototype of It's a Wonderful Life, right down to the suicide attempt, which I did not know.

Right now I'm reading Screwball about the great movie comedies of the thirties and can't wait to start UFOs and the Murder of Marilyn Monroe, which I got for Christmas, and which promises to tell me just how she was "murdered by U. In the meantime, I'm looking forward to seeing you--I hope--at one of my book tour stops and signings or at a convention soon. Connie Willis, Jan She attended the university then Colorado State College in Greeley, Colorado, from , where she received a BA in English and elementary education.

UNC is also the repository of many of James Michener's papers, including the manuscript of Centennial, and has a display of his papers and a replica of his office. The show is sold out, but they supposedly will offer a live webcast on the website at 7 pm ET which will likely stay available.

Once I have more details on when it will be broadcast on the radio and associated links for that, I will post them. Their web site describes the show as: On November 17, Studio takes you where no audience has gone before: In this live show hosted by Kurt Andersen at WNYC's The Greene Space taped for later broadcast , scientists and artists explain why time travel is more than an idle fantasy.

Sci-fi writer Connie Willis tells us what to do if your journey through time goes awry. Simon Wells, the great-grandson of H. Musical sensation Janelle Monae performs her 28th-century funk. And Mike Daisey drops by to give us advice from the future. The series is supported in part by the Alfred P. Hall of Fame Inductees and Presenters Connie with new inductees plaques. Connie's Plaque Thanks to Cordelia Willis for the photos. More pictures from the weekend will be posted here soon.

All you have to do to enter is to send an email to cwcrosstalk gmail. Open only to US residents at this time. One entry per person. If you will be at Sasquan, make sure to catch them on a panel or two. Connie's Injuries and Surgery Updates Connie recently suffered a bite from a bat as well as an injury that required some surgery. Release Date for Crosstalk According to a recent listing on Amazon. Some sites are listing it as January, , but the fall date is the correct one although Goodreads lists it as October 18, Also note that some places may list it as the working title, The Very Thought of You.

She did read from it at the Jack Williamson Lectureship in April, and Steven Gould tweeted this comment along with a picture: He's my favorite writer of all time, for at least reasons, the top five for each century being: He can do virtually anything: And he's good at all of it.

He does great female characters. His dialogue's terrific, from "What's done is done," to "Westward, ho! Some of the speeches are amazing. He practically wrote the entire English language, everything from "eyeball" to "neither here nor there" to "It was Greek to me. It's funny, charming, and pretty darn faithful to the original, except that Bianca has a lot more sense and spunk than the original. And I don't think Shakespeare actually wrote, "The shit hath hitteth the fan. This Rough Magic by Mary Stewart.

A modern Gothic romance set on the island of Corfu, and in amongst all the murders and mystery, Stewart makes a compelling case that Corfu might have been the original for Shakespeare's island in The Tempest, with appearances by Ariel, Caliban, Miranda, and a legendary Shakespearean actor. This was a Danny DeVito comedy that was mostly overlooked when it came out, but it's wonderful. It's about an out-of-work ad executive who's forced to take a job teaching on a military base who resorts to Shakespeare to get through to his "dummy" recruits, and it has the best rendering of Henry V's St.

Crispin's Day speech I've ever heard, spoken, as it should be, by a soldier. No, not the Kenneth Branagh one, or the Laurence Olivier, or even the Mel Gibson one which isn't all that bad, surprisingly. This is the Ethan Hawke one, set in modern-day Manhattan, with polaroid photos of flowers, surveillance bugs, and corporate takeovers.

A not-quite-as-good update as 10 Things I Hate About You, but very fun, this is an update of A Midsummer Night's Dream, set in a high school that's doing a production presided over by Martin Short, as a director with dreams of glory, both past and present. I loved the stagehands, who would fit perfectly in Shakespeare's comedies, and the dancing by Sisqo, as well as the story, which is still great after all these years.

Have Space Suit, Will Travel. This book was my first exposure to Shakespeare except for my ninth-grade class's reading of Julius Caesar, which should NEVER be taught to anyone under the age of thirty and to The Tempest, and I fell in love with them as well as with science fiction.

Have a great Shakespeare's birthday! There are a couple of new Connie Willis short stories being published soon. Check out this post on George R. Martin's Not a Blog for more information and the full list of contributors. Connie's contribution is titled "Silverberg, Satan, and Me…". It is available to pre-order and will have a signed limited edition as well as a trade hardcover edition. But it's annoying that what is supposed to be a season of peace and good will has become just another occasion for people to behave badly.

Although a number of years ago I wrote a Christmas story called "Newsletter," in which the way you could tell that people had been taken over by aliens is that they were behaving nicely at Christmas. Burt, written in You have to listen to it to get the full effect of this lovely carol, and here are a couple of ways to do that: ABOUT TIME has some problems, especially with keeping to his own rules of time travel, but the movie has a terrific message, and one we could all use every day of the year.

There was that pleasant jolt of recognition, and then a resolution to reread her books. It's also a great poem. I won't quote the whole thing--you can read it online--but here are a couple of relevant passages: A wonderful season to all of you, full of holidays and songs!

November, Update from Connie Hi, Everybody, I haven't posted in awhile--mostly because I've been working like mad on my new novel, which is due in the spring. We had breakfast with Craig Chrissinger's Albuquerque gang and planned out our traditional Thanksgiving dinner-booksigning-movie get-together.

Travers, he plays Walt Disney, and if you get a chance, check out the newspaper ad for the movie--it's brilliant! As to the rest of the convention, my husband Courtney demonstrated antique sewing machines, taught kids to sew, and did science demos. He's way more of a draw at Milehicon than I am, so much so that I always end up scheduled against him because no one else wants to be.

I did a thing on happy endings and a reading and was on a panel about how to create alien and one on "The Ten Best Fantasy Films," which was great. The biggest problem was that there were so many terrific fantasy movies to choose from. And all so different! And they're all so different! And ten is obviously way too few for a definitive list, so I went for a list of personal favorites which people might not have seen, and then cheated a little. And then kept thinking of more I wanted to add.

Here's my list, in no particular order except the top two and the last one, which are my all-time favorites: We saw it on the day it opened without knowing anything about it, which is the best way to see it and the reason I'm not going to say anything else.

Best line--"I don't have a dog?! I was surprised at the chorus of "Yeah! Who would have thought Ricky Gervaise would make a charming romantic comedy hero?

But either way, it's cute and funny and has the only song about cockroaches and rats in any movie I know of. Who knew Disney had a sense of humor about itself? Jean Cocteau's version of Beauty and the Beast is truly transcendent. Every fantasy movie Emma Thompson's ever been in. This is the cheating part, where I squeeze in more than one movie as one choice. No wonder she's playing P. She's practically perfect in every way. We watch this every year on February second, know whole chunks of it by heart, and live it over and over along with Bill Murray.

And it gets better every time. All of Nick Welling's stuff on the Syfy Channel. More cheating, especially since they aren't movies, they're miniseries, but they're just too interesting to leave out.

They're inventive adult reimaginings of well-known children's books, and I love all three--and hope there'll be lots more. TOPPER--I love all of the ghost-angel-heaven-full-of-dry-ice-clouds movies from the thirties and forties, but whoever thought of having Cary Grant as a cocktail-swilling ghost was divinely inspired, and Leo G.

Carroll and Constance Bennett are really good, too. It's all about loss and mourning, it's funny, it's ironic, it's sad, and it has Alan Rickman in it. Lovely, lovely, lovely movie.

What's that you say? The worst fantasy movie? Go watch it right now. Oh, and on a personal note, we survived the floods, and in the election this week my county voted NOT to secede.

Have a happy November! It's been a wild spring and summer, with lots of travelling, even more working on the novel, and a new short story collection out. It's also got three of my speeches in it, including the speech I gave when I was the Guest of Honor at Worldcon several years ago, my Grand Master acceptance speech, and a speech nobody's ever heard before. The explanation for why is in the book. Plus, I wrote new afterwords for all the stories.

It's not like any other awards banquet, in or out of science fiction. Although the awards are very serious LOCUS boasts the largest number of people voting of any award in science fiction , the banquet is anything but. Everyone wears gaudy Hawaiian shirts if you don't, you have to wear a sign that says, "I did not wear a Hawaiian shirt," which automatically enters you in a drawing for a lovely Hawaiian shirt and leis, and people go to incredible lengths to outdo each other.

It's not clear exactly how all this came about. One version is that one year several authors decided to wear Hawaiian shirts to tease Charlie Brown, and the next year a lot of the fans did, too, and pretty soon the whole thing had gotten out of hand, with light-up leis and hula contests you should have seen Gardner Dozois in a hula skirt and coconut bra!

Another version, which I like better, is the one I recounted this year at the banquet: The true highlight of the banquet is the Hawaiian shirt trivia contest, which you get to compete in if your Hawaiian shirt is really gaudy. Questions range from, "How many islands does Hawaii consist of?

They are just alike. No, really, they're both green, they both have a royal history, and they both like absolutely inedible foods.

For the British, it's toad in the hole, kidneys, and watery cabbage. For the Hawaiians, it's loco moco white rice topped with a hamburger, fried egg, and brown gravy and poi. And they both like Spam. Here's a sampling of this year's trivia questions answers at the end of the update: Both Hawaii and England have lots of oil. Hawaii's is SPF50 and is mostly found on the beach. Where is England's oil supply found? And no, I don't mean in fish and chips fryers. Both have ideal climates.

Hawaii has balmy trade winds, degree weather, and azure skies. England has rain, mist, drizzle, mizzle, and what form of weather beloved by Arthur Conan Doyle and Jack the Ripper? Both have royal princesses. Princess Victoria Kai'ulani did her bit for the royal family by translating the Book of Common Prayer into Hawaiian, and Princess Kate is about to do her bit by doing what?

Both England and the United States, of which Hawaii is one, have been doing a lot of illegal spying lately. Both proudly boast the sport of kings. In England it's horseracing. In Hawaii, it's what sport originated by King Kamehameha? Both Hawaii and England are famous for their jewels. England has the carat Koh-i-noor diamond. What is Hawaii's biggest diamond? Both Hawaiian and British movies have starred brilliant actors.

Both Hawaii and England have lots of wildlife. Hawaii has dolphins, nenes, and tourists from Iowa. England has red deer, red foxes, and what animal with impossibly short legs and a penchant for being carried around by the Queen or her mother? See, I told you Hawaii and England are just alike. You might want to start studying now for next year. And haunting thrift stores for the perfect Hawaiian shirt. My favorite this year was one that was plain blue on the front.

I was about to put an "I didn't wear a Hawaiian shirt" sign on it when the wearer turned around to reveal the back of the shirt, which sported a painting of a mermaid which filled the entire shirt. The answers to the trivia questions were: Here's links to some of them with more added as I find out: April 7 - An Update from Connie Hi, everybody!

Or at any rate, it will be once the blizzard that's supposed to be coming in tonight is over and we win that lawsuit against Punxatawney Phil, and I for one am overjoyed. This year, however, it was made easier to bear by several things: It's held at a gorgeous palm-tree-and-swimming-pool-studded resort I'd recommend the con for the resort alone , plus I got to be on great panels about what to take with you when travelling in time and which our favorite Horrible Science Science-Fiction Movie was.

Where does all that water which swamps the Himalayas come from--and where does it go afterwards? Actually, I know the answer to the first part of that question. The water was clearly left over from Waterworld. But is there a bathtub drain I don't know about? And if so, could you send a little water to the West? We're having an awful drought here. My bulldog Smudge became a Broadway star! Okay, maybe not Broadway. More off-off-off-off-off Broadway, but still

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