Leigh Brackett was born on this date, December 7, in 1915.  I’m not sure what I can say about her that I haven’t said before.  Today is the first day of final exams and I just sent the last of over 2000 lab grades to the lecture instructors, so I haven’t  had a chance to read anything by her or come up with a good angle for a birthday tribute.

Or to put it another way, consider this post a placeholder.  I’ll try to read a Brackett story I haven’t read before or reread since I was a teenager and post a review sometime in the next week or so.

Until then, lift a glass in her memory and read one of her stories.  You’ll be glad you did.