quote:One afternoon, ensconced in the posh InterGalactic Medicine Show offices, fellow Assistant Editor Eric James Stone and I fell into a disagreement.
“What genre is Jared Oliver Adams’s Whiteface?” he asked.
I put a dollop of caviar on a slice of baguette while I considered his question. “Historical fantasy. Historical because it presents a culture similar to a primitive culture that might be found on Earth. Fantasy, because even though they are humans, and their culture is analogous of a number of pre-historical societies, they are not factual.”
He mumbled something and fetched some crab dip. He spread it on a Ritz cracker. Plebian, I thought. There are slices of crusty ciabatta right next to the dip. Might as well put it on Goldfish as put it on an abomination like a Ritz cracker.
“It’s sociological science fiction,” he declared at last, crumbs tumbling from his lips, sprinkling his goatee. And the divan I was stretched out upon.
I looked at him. He blinked at me. He did not offer to pick up the crumbs.
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