Today, May 7, is Gene Wolfe’s birthday. So I thought I would write a bit about him. It was that or L. Ron Hubbard.

And I’m not up for Hubbard tonight. Today has sucked rocks big time. It will be a while before I’m over this one.

I’ve not read a lot of Wolfe. I’ve liked most everything  I’v’e read by him. And he is an author who I want to read a great deal more of. I recently acquired (by legitimate means) his latest  collection, The Dead Man and Other Horror Stories.

I tried to read a few of the stories soon after the book arrived, but I was too tired to read. I ended up falling asleep. I have never been one of these people who can keep reading and never fall asleep. My body overpowers my brain. When I try to keep reading, I usually will have to reread the previous five pages the next day.

But I digress. Wolfe was one of the most unique voices in science fiction and fantasy. IThe novels I read, mostly back in graduate school, I enjoyed. I won’t say how long ago that was.

He’s another writer whose work shouldn’t be forgotten.