Commentary on authors is gradually being added as procrastination from real work...
Flatland is of course the archetypal popular math book. Life in 2D has its problems... See also Dewdney's Planiverse and the lesser known sequel Sphereland.
What can I say? Everybody loves Dilbert. Me too.
Includes multiperspective short story that inspired Kurosawa's movie.
Hard SF. The Charon/Sphere series is fun - a physics grad student
screws up and the Earth vanishes. Puts my troubles into
perspective...
The Boat of a Million Years is one of these large timespan novels -
most of it is from a few thousand years ago til now, and the last
section is in the far-distant future. So the it's a nonstandard blend
- the first two-thirds is essentially historical fiction about a few
people who find that they're immortal, and how they both hide and try
to find others like themselves. Then the last part is the hard SF of
their interstellar journey away from a future Earth which they no
longer feel a part of, into the unknown.
A fine book - although I don't quite understand why the friend
who lent it to me thinks it's the greatest thing since sliced bread.
Chacun a son gout...
I've also read Woman of the Iron People, but wasn't blown away by it.
The Skolian Empire series is a set of interlocking novels about the
members of the Ruby dynasty, key players in a massive galactic
political power struggle. The individual novels are far more
standalone than most series. The telepath good guys are the only ones
who can run the machines of a long-extinct empire that handle
long-distance communication, but their empathic power also makes them
prime targets for their Trader enemies. The backstory is that a few
thousand years ago, Mayans were abducted by aliens and stranded on
faraway planets. By the time of this series, the Terrans are a third
political space-based empire, although they haven't been at the focus
of any of the novels yet.
Which brings to mind the somewhat similar backstory of Patricia Kennealy's Celtic series,
where Terrans of several hundred years from now are exploring space
and are shocked to find an existing empire of Celtic druids that have
both spaceships and magic. But Kennealy's Celts left Earth on their
own ships when threatened by the spread of Christianity, rather than
being abducted.
I keep meaning to read more by her, but haven't yet.
Another what can I say? Of course you've heard of her. She's somewhat
like Miss Manners, in that she's snippy with maximum politeness.
Mr. Vertigo is a somewhat surreal book about someone who learns
(after much study) to levitate, one of my longstanding unrealized
dreams...
Timbuktu is told from a dog's point of view, but Auster manages to
steer clear of anthropomorphic sentimentality.
In the Garden of Iden is a time travel book mostly set in Renaissance
England. A botanist is surprised to find the contemporaries aren't
all as barbaric as she first assumed, when she falls in love with
one.
Mathematics for a broad audience - one of the best such books on 4D,
with lots of pictures.
Same guy as Iain M Banks, but without the M it's not SF. These books
all have a cruel/macabre streak to them, which somehow hits home more
since they're in contemporary settings.
One of my favorite SF authors. Most of these books are set in the
Culture, a future society with long-lived humans and refreshingly
irreverent sentient machines. The AIs, ranging in size from wasps to
moons, have great
names.
Although the Culture is a utopia of sorts, the books manage to be
almost unremittingly bleak. I love them, although my mother objects
to the fact that usually everyone's dead at the end. (The same could
be said of Shakespeare...)
Inversions is (mostly) non-Culture, not quite up to the standard of
the others, but with a similar theme - the interwoven stories of two
people in self-imposed exile, dealing with the barbaric culture
around them.
Feersum Endjinn isn't a Culture book, and took me a while to get into
because the half of it in the voice of the main character is spelled
phonetically. It's worth reading anyway, just persevere.
Whimsical correspondence between two people, in the form of postcards
sent to each other between exotic locales. Mostly pictures, but a fun
way to while away an hour.
One for the Morning Glory is an idiosyncratic reworking of the
archetypal fantasy story of the hero's quest. And a must-read for
anyone who enjoys wordplay!
A Million Open Doors and Earth Made of Glass explore the culture
shock of moving from one world to another, when travel becomes a
matter of stepping through a portal instead of decades of ship
travel. Earth's colonies comprise the Thousand Cultures, many of
which are synthetic cultures inspired by works of literature, created
by various eccentrics who sent off colony ships with idiosyncratic
versions of "history" in their archives. The advent of the portals
wreaks havoc with the self-identity of each of these cultures.
Orbital Resonance is a coming-of-age story, reminded me a bit of
David Palmer's Emergence. (If I'm remembering it correctly...)
Mother of Storms and Kaleidescope Century are both near-future, but
not related to each other. Didn't like them as much as the others.
Finity is the best novel I've read that uses the quantum many worlds
hypothesis as a plot device, since Barnes doesn't let physics
exposition get in the way of the story.
Apostrophes and Apocalypses is a book of short stories and essays.
In When We Were Real, the male protagonist escapes a matriarchal
society to become a corporate mercenary, for lack of any better
alternative. Reasonably bleak future despite functional immortality -
people don't die of natural causes, but they can be killed -and often
are, since the corporations don't put much value on human life.
Nonhumans (cyborgs, gengineered "optimods", robots) are legally
chattel, as are some humans. The flavor reminded me a bit of Ian McDonald's The Broken Land or Desolation
Road.
It's not the best book I've ever read, but it's the first book that
I've read that rang true about the bleak psychological implications
of extended lifespans - that it's not just an unbroken wonderland of
eternal happiness, but that you'd often be forced to episodically
rebuild a new life/home multiple times, often through circumstances
not of your own choosing.
Fantasy but not swords 'n sorcery. Gentle is a word that comes to
mind...
I've liked everything he's ever written. Mostly it's SF, except for
the fantasy series of Infinity Concerto and Serpent Mage. Many of his
books deal with the possible implications of nanotech. It's the focus
of Blood Music, but forms the backdrop of some of the others.
The Galactic Center series starts near-future with Across the Sea of
Suns, but by Great Sky River it's far future where the sentient
machines dominate the galaxy. Humans are barely surviving in the
fringes, like cockroaches, desperately using technology they no
longer understand as they try to avoid total extinction.
Against Infinity (not a Galactic Center book) is set on Ganymede,
about humans trying to hunt an alien artifact. Matter's End is a
short story collection.
I was deeply disappointed by Foundation's Fear, the first in a
trilogy set in Isaac Asimov's Foundation universe. The
characterization was just as wooden as Asimov's - I expected much
better from Benford. I'm refusing to read the other two, since Brin
and Bear are also favorite authors that I don't want to have a bad
taste in my mouth about...
Cosm and Timescape are both contemp/near-future accounts of
physicists discovering cool stuff. Classic hard SF, well done. Cosm
is about creating and observing a universelet. (His academic
left-bashing a la Foundation's Fear was a bit tiresome, though.)
Similar subject matter to Lethem's As
She Climbed Across The Table, but of course a very different book.
Your basic fantasy about a long-lived weredragon - subplots include
foiling the bad guys (evil magicians) and finding a mate (after
hundreds of years, after almost giving up hope). But really quite
well done, despite my snippiness (I just finished One for the Morning Glory, so I can't help but be arch).
Everyone raves about how well Bester's books stand the test of time,
and it's true. Much less dated than most of his contemporaries. The
protagonist of The Stars My Destination is a man who can teleport
interplanetary distances when everyone else can only do short hops.
I was certainly surprised to come across this book in the New
section, since both authors are dead. It was a (partially
posthumous?) collaboration. A little zany, but fun. Not as
self-indulgent as Zelazny at his worst.
Fourteen cardboard pages. Big type. A good thing to read when you
need a bit of cheering up. I keep it in my office.
I read the entire Darkover series years ago, but haven't looked at it
much since. I did reread the Heritage of Hastur and Sharra's Exile in
order to remember the background for Exile's Song and The Shadow
Matrix, which deal with Lew Alton's daughter.
Darkover is a world ruled by the comyn, a red-haired feudal overlord
caste with laran - psychic powers which can be amplified by matrix
crystals. Many of the books deal with the conflict caused by its
rediscovery by the Terran Empire, since it turns out to be a lost
colony that's unenthusiastic about being reabsorbed.
MZB can be a little heavyhanded sometimes, but mostly keeps it under
control in this series (unlike, say, The Firebrand). Some of her
other books like Hunters of the Red Moon aren't really worth
recommending. I bet if I reread The Mists of Avalon I'd put it on the
good list, but it was so long ago that I can't really remember my
reaction to it.
Biographical novel from the climber who made the IMAX movie Everest.
In Dragon Bones the protagonist has pretended to be an idiot for
years to avoid being killed as a threat to his father the king, and
is ambivalent about shedding the mask. Swordfighting, magic and
dragons are key plot elements, and dwarves do pop up in a subplot,
but it's a well done and not derivative coming of age story.
The Uplift series is set near-future where the Earth comes into
contact with galactic civilization only to find that it's a weird
anamoly - all known intelligent species were created by others, in an
unbroken chain lasting millenia back to the mysterious Progenitors.
Startide Rising is very high on my list. The Uplift War is almost as
good, Sundiver (the first one) is not quite so good. The next trilogy
(Infinity's Shore, Brightness Reef, last one TBA) doesn't quite live
up to Startide Rising, but I really want to find out what happens!
Glory Season is a totally different universe, a seafaring world with
significant gender role differences from our world.
The Practice Effect is somewhat fun - a physics grad student ends up
on a world where one of the laws of thermodynamics doesn't hold. But
it's not up to the standard of the Uplift books. The Postman is also
a decent post-apolcalypse story of one man's effort to bring back
civilization by donning a uniform and delivering mail. I bet if
someone else wrote it I'd put it on the list, it only suffers by
comparison to his other stuff.
Nudist on the Late Shift actually does do a halfway reasonable job at
communicating the flavor of Silicon Valley, which is a hard thing to
do. I was prepared to hate it, since I'd read some excerpts of his
previous book (The First 20 Million is Always the Hardest) and
thought it was absolutely inane, a very second-rate imitation of
Douglas Copeland's Microserfs. But I picked it up in a bookstore and
had to buy it to find out what happened to all the people whose
stories he tells...
Even though it dates back to the 70's, Shockwave Rider is sometimes
cited as proto-cyberpunk, because of the hero living the cracks of
society who hacks into master database to manipulate the system at
will plotline.
The Jhereg series is sword and sorcery, but not at all Tolkeinesque.
The terminally sarcastic assassin Vlad is both a witch and a
sorcerer, and suffers from the handicap of being a short-lived human.
The dominant Draegerans live to be a thousand, have a rigid caste
system, and usually despise Easterners (humans). Since Vlad is also a
member of the criminal caste, he's got yet another strike against
him. Good thing he's got a few friends in high places.
This series is also unusual in that it gets better, not worse, as it
goes along. Even if you aren't totally blown away by Jhereg, give the
next few a try anyway. Soon you'll be addicted.
He's also written some Three-Musketeers-esque books about the same
world, set hundreds of years earlier. Since I really hate that style
of writing I can't recommend them (Five Hundred Years After and The
Phoenix Guards). I'm also not overfond of Brokedown Palace, a fantasy
not connected with his others.
As you can see from the number of times I admit to reading the Miles
Vorkosigan series, I'm totally hooked. It could be categorized as
military SF, but a *much* higher caliber than your basic space opera.
I'm not even sure why it's so compelling to me, but I'm not alone in
this. The only book in the series that I'm not rabid about is Ethan
of Athos, which is merely OK.
The Spirit Ring is a quite reasonable fantasy book, but not nearly as
addictive as the Miles books.
The War for the Oaks is in the (larger than you might think) fantasy
subgenre of contemporary elves live among us, music is tied to magic.
Wait, stop - don't roll your eyes and move on - it's the best example
of this genre that I've found, much better than books like Lackey's nonrecommended Serrated Edge
urban elf series or Gael Baudino's vaguely remembered Gossamer Axe,
which give this area a bad name. If you're a fan of the Minneapolis
band Boiled in Lead then you've got to read this one too, since a
show of theirs is a key plot point in the book. (And along those
lines the drummer Robin is the spacey Aibynn character in Brust's book Phoenix.)
Finder is also elf-oriented fantasy, but with a slightly different
twist: it's in the shared Borderlands world, check out also the elf
books by yet another Minneapolis fantasy writer, Will Shetterly. Another note of
encouragement: don't let the phrase "shared world" send you screaming
for the door -- I know that most shared worlds books are just inane,
but I really enjoy these.
Falcon is SF not fantasy, a little cyberpunkish, quite worthwhile.
A sequel to Abbott's 1884 Flatland,
gets into the questions of curved spaces: the intrepid explorers
strike out into the unknown, come across their own town from the
other side, but insist they kept going straight the whole time.
One of these ramblingish Southern novels full of eccentrics and such.
Bury is a pseudonum for the combination of Neal Stephenson and his uncle. The Cobweb is hilarious in a
similar way to Zodiac, but about espionage instead of
environmentalists. Interface is about a near-future presidential
election and mind control of the candidate.
The very best of deadpan humor, both the artspeak and the photos are
impeccably done.
Both Cosmicomics and Invisible Cities are whimsical, but with
slightly different tones. Cosmicomics is several tales about beings
living near the beginning of the universe. Calvino is a great enough
writer to pull this off: it's not hard SF about neutron density, it's
about these often absent-minded characters.
Invisible Cities is an entire bookful of exquisite vignettes, a few
pages each, about different fantastic cities (within the framework of
Marco Polo telling stories to the Khan). I read this book at exactly
the right time and place: right after visiting Tokyo for the first
time, a dense week with a perfect combination of work and play, and
often fraught with a sense of discovery. I was on my way from the
hotel to Narita airport, in a dreamy and somewhat disoriented mood,
about to head to yet another new city for a temporary life of three
months before finally returning home. The perfect state of mind for
these stories, which reminded me a bit of Borges crossed with
Marquez.
All of Card's earlier work is wonderful: Songmaster, Wyrms, Treason,
and the Worthing Saga. Sadly, the quality goes downhill, to the point
where I'm not including his latest on the list anymore (the Call to
Earth series). Pastwatch just barely squeaked on. The Alvin Maker
series will probably make it onto the list when I get the latest one
and reread all the rest.
But back to the good stuff: the original Ender's Game short story is
absolutely amazing. If you haven't already read the novel, read the
short story first for maximum impact. Then go read the novel, so you
know what's going on in the second book of the series, Speaker for
the Dead, which is also excellent. Xenocide and Children of the Mind
aren't as good, but are still worth checking out.
Hart's Hope is fantasy, not SF, quite lyrical. The Abyss is a movie
tie-in, but far surpasses most books in that genre.
Despite the name, it's not cyberpunk. It's an autobiography of being
one of the first black students at an exclusive private boarding
school in the sixties.
I highly recommend every SF book ever written by Cherryh. Many of
them are set in the Union/Alliance universe, in the middle of a
long-term war between the two cultures. Most of them focus on the
Alliance or the merchanters, but a few (among the best: Cyteen, Forty
Thousand in Gehenna) are Unionside.
In contrast to the usual hero-saves-the-day story pattern of SF, her
protagonists are usually people dealing with untenable situations not
of their own making. It's bleak, but in a life-is-inherently-unfair
way that's very different from Banks or
Hand.
Another noteworthy aspect of her books is complete gender equality,
which is so basic an assumption underlying that society that it goes
totally unremarked by everyone involved. I'd call this a very
feminist position, arguably more so than the many, many books where
the female heroine must contend with societal restrictions. Less
common are the ones where the gender roles are reversed (as in Brin's Glory Season), or there are no men at
all (Slonczewski's A Door Into Ocean,
Griffith's Ammonite).
Many people, including me, appreciate her portrayal of alien
psychology as, well, alien. Many SF books have the trappings of
difference, but just change "blaster" to "tommy-gun" and you could be
talking about gangsters in 30's Chicago. Not so here. See especially
Cuckoo's Egg and The Faded Sun series (both not Union/Alliance).
The Rider series is also not set in the Union/Alliance universe.
Horse-like aliens are in a very uneasy symbiosis with human settlers.
A *far* cry from the sweetness-and-light telepathic horses of Lackey. Although now that I'm
free-associating it brings to mind the inimical horse-like aliens of
Tepper's Grass.
While I love her SF, I dislike her fantasy. There's one series which
I just can't even finish into despite repeated attempts. Years ago I
put down the Gate of Ivrel after reading 20 pages. This year I
actually made it through that and Well of Shiuan, but Fires of
Azeroth and Exile's Gate are still sitting in the unread stack. It
reminds of me of the unrecommended Diadem series by Jo Clayton: you keep getting thrown from one
alien world/culture to another, so fast that you can't summon up the
energy to care about any of them. There are several other fantasy
books, like The Dreamstone and The Tree of Swords and Jewels, that
I've plowed through but not enjoyed.
Good but not great - the protagonist can slip between streams in the
infinite number of parallel universes but can't re-enter a thread
after leaving it. Obviously it's quantum-mechanical but the plot
doesn't bog down in the long physics lecture sequences that some
other authors like Greg Egan are prone to
insert.
Avoid her other book Kar Kalim, a pretty godawful fantasy where the
arrogant mage finally learns humility but at terrible cost to two
entire worlds. Yeah, whatever.
Many of Clarke's earlier books are classics well worth reading. The
idea of geostationary communications satellites comes from one of his
stories. 2001 is definitely worth reading, and is in the elite
and small category of good SF books made into great movies. (Tevis's The Man Who Fell To Earth and Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric
Sheep, which was made into Blade Runner, are also in this category.
Herbert's Dune is in the great book,
terrible movie category. )
Back to books. I found the 2001 sequels (2010, 2030, 3001? etc)
disappointing.
Imperial Earth is a great coming-of-age story about an elite member
of the outer solar system colony on his first trip to Earth.
Rendezvous with Rama is a hard SF must-read about astronauts
exploring an alien spaceship that enters the solar system.
Avoid the turgid, gee-fractals-are-so-neat Ghost from the Grand Banks
and probably a lot of the other later life ones.
Clayton is a somewhat acquired taste, and most of her stuff is out of
print these days. The Skeen series is perhaps the most accessible
place to start. I read the entire Diadem series just because I wanted
to know what had happened to Shadow previously, but it's a little too
disjointed to actually recommend. I've got a total of a shelf and a
half of her stuff, but a lot of them unrecommended fantasy that all
kind of blur together in my mind.
Same person as above, these are a continuation of the Shadow/Shadith
books.
Every scientist that does anything at all with visual data analysis
should read this book. I should read it again...
Prolific early 20th century French writer of autobiographicalesque
shorts, many about romantic love.
Post-apocalyptic with a rather different twist - a new race of
parthenogenic hermaphrodites, the Wraeththu, wrest control of the
planet away from the human race. Human men can be "incepted" as
Wraeththu by an infusion of their blood. While the Wraeththu are
hermaphrodites, there's definitely a far stronger masculine than
feminine influence. Although Constantine's tone is inimitable, if Samuel Delany were a Goth perhaps he'd
write something like this...
The story gradually unfolds through parallels: the lives and loves of
an archivist and T.S. Eliot. The intrusion of a student into the
archivist's life brings on memories of his late wife: both are/were
haunted by both the Holocaust and Eliot.
The Dark is Rising series, like Lewis's
Narnia books, is best read young. Pre-teen, if possible. I was somewhat
disappointed when I woke up on my eleventh birthday and didn't have
the powers of an Old One, like Will Stanton.
I read City of Glass just a few days after moving to Vancouver, which
was good timing. It's a nonfiction book about the city, but with the
same flippant sense of humor as his fiction.
Microserfs I read a while back, when it first came out - funny and
snide, about the lives of developers at Microsoft. Although now that
I think about it, the timing would have been better had I read it the
summer I spent at Microsoft Research. It does do a reasonable job of
communicating the feeling of the state of mind you have after lock
yourself in your office for 57 hours to hack madly. As does Ellen Ullman's Close to the Machine,
although her book is more introspective.
GenX, his most famous book, is my least favorite of the three. My
memory is vague, but despite being a GenX-er myself I didn't identify
so much with the slacker main characters, I just wanted them to get a
damn life and find something to be passionate about. Or maybe I'm
confusing it with another book that irritated me.
"Dreamy" is I think the best word for Crowley's books. The Deep,
Engine Summer, and Beasts are his early books - read long enough ago
I can't remember much about them, but definitely not set in the
present. Little, Big is the first one of his I read, and I always
appreciate a book that forces me to look up words in a dictionary
(not as many as Wolfe's, of course, but
still a respectable number). A somewhat magical realism-y take on
contemporary life. Aegypt was an interesting, if slightly Umberto
Eco-esque, musing on Gypsies. The subsequent Love and Sleep felt like
a rehash of Aegypt's themes.
In the "Trade Pact" series, the Clan is a telepathic species which is
visually indistinguishable from Humans, but highly xenophobic. A Clan
woman realizes that Joining with a Human man is the only hope of
saving her inbred species, but most of the rest of the Clan is
committed to block this heresy at all costs. Reading this book soon
after the latest of Lisanne Norman's
Sholan Alliance books made the similarities pretty glaring:
cross-species telepathic pairbonding in the face of all odds. But
both series are a diverting, if not a deep, read.
Most people have heard of the Arabian Nights, but a lot of it is
filtered through a 50's TV or Disney movie interpretation. The at
least somewhat more authentic text version is refreshing.
One of my favorite SF authors, I even like his bio. Driftglass is a book
of shorts, the rest are novels. Stars in my Pocket Like Grains of
Sand is perhaps his best, although I find them all compelling. He
deals a lot with gender and sexuality: many of his books explore some
of the social implications of a future society where a sex change is
a minor outpatient procedure that's done in an hour. (Varley has a similar premise in some of his
books, but a quite different tone - almost frenetic compared Delany's
more lyrical style.)
His more fantasy-ish Neveryon series I didn't like quite so much, but
perhaps it will grow on me enough to add to the list one of these
days.
Same theme as Flatland, but with a very
fun engineering attitude. Dewdney works out some of the implications
of 2D life: how flat people (as opposed to
polygons) fit together biologically, what would their houses look
like, and so on.
Diamond is a historian/anthropologist who wrote Guns, Germs and Steel
to answer at length the question asked him years before by a
tribesman in Oceania: why did the white Europeans end up taking over?
He firmly fights against the racist "because they're smarter/better"
with his compelling explanation of how environmental factors were the
ultimate reasons behind the proximate causes of the title. To
paraphrase - agrarian civilization spread thousands of miles easily
and quickly in Europe/Asia because of the East/West orientation of
the continents, while in the North/South Americas the spread of
staple crops was orders of magnitude slower since extensive adaption
was required to spread to different latitudinal growing conditions.
Agrarian civilization led to centralized empires and thus steel and
guns. Finally, the large domestic animals in Eurasia were an ongoing
source of diseases that led to immunities for Europeans, but the lack
of any such animals in the Americas left people defenseless before
the European germs.
To bolster his arguments, he has a lengthly discussion of Oceania,
where the wildly differing environmental factors of the islands led
directly to wildly differing cultures despite the homogeneity of the
original pool of settlers.
But he's much more eloquent than I am - read the book.
The well-done movie Blade Runner includes many of the plot elements
of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep, but doesn't even attempt the
signature Dick surreality/twistedness of the electric sheep thread of
the title.
I read most of his others back in high school, but they're depressing
enough that they've been on the shelf unopened for a long time.
The White Album is a book of short essays with what I can only call a
diffident power. Makes me want to read more of her stuff.
I enjoy his science-in-fiction series, and the bio's interesting (albeit
attitudinal).
Adams, Richard
Adams, Scott
Akutagawa, Ryunosuke
Albom, Mitch
Allen, Roger MacBride
Anderson, Poul
Arnason, Eleanor
Asaro, Catherine
Atwood, Margaret
Austen, Jane
Auster, Paul
Baker, Kage
Banchoff, Tom
Banks, Iain
Banks, Iain M.
Bantock, Nick
Barnes, John
Barton, William
Beagle, Peter S.
Bear, Greg
Beard, Henry
Benford, Gregory
Bertin, Joanne
Bester, Alfred
Bester, Alfred and Zelazny, Roger
Bishop, Terry
Block, Francesca Lia
Borsook, Paulina
Boyett, Steven R.
Boynton, Sandra
Bradley, Marion Zimmer
Bray, Patricia
Breashears, David
Briggs, Patricia
Brin, David
Bronson, Po
Brunner, John
Brust, Steven
Buechner, Frederick
Bujold, Lois McMaster
Bull, Emma
Burger, Dionys
Burns, Olive Ann
Bury, Stephen
Busch, Heather and Silver, Burton
Butler, Octavia E.
Calvino, Italo
Card, Orson Scott
Carey, Jacqueline
Carr, Terry, ed
Carroll, Jonathan
Carter, Raphael
Cary, Lorene
Chan, Jackie
Chatwin, Bruce
Cherryh, C.J.
Chesler, Phyllis
Christian, Deborah
Clarke, Arthur C.
Clayton, Jo
Clayton, Patricia Jo
Cleveland, William S.
Cockayne, Steve
Colette, and Phelps, Robert, ed
Constantine, Storm
Cooley, Martha
Cooper, Susan B.
Coupland, Douglas
Crowley, John
Czerneda, Julie E.
Dai, Sijie
Dalby, Liza
Dawood, N.J., trans
Delany, Samuel R.
Dewdney, A.K.
Diamond, Jared
Dick, Phillip K.
Didion, Joan
Djerassi, Carl
Dorsey, Candas Jane