the gazette of fantasy
Brandon Sanderson published his laws. Patrick Rothfuss keeps a chalkboard of calculations for the energy needed to boil gold. Ursula Le Guin began by asking whether there were colleges for young wizards. Not one of them started with a list of what the magic can do.
Two novelists were taken out of a major fiction prize last November over artwork neither of them commissioned. Three years earlier a science-fiction imprint licensed a cover from a reputable stock house and found out afterwards what had made it. The same hole runs through both.
He wrote it around 1960 and let it sit, suspecting the Latin jokes were thick enough to bury what he meant. It reached print last October at 144 pages, edited by his son, half of that somebody else's essay. Oxford is Bovadium, Cowley is the cow-pasture, and the motor cars are winning.
