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Warren G. Rochelle
If you live long enough in North Carolina, someone will eventually tell you that if you
throw a rock in this state, odds are that you would hit a writer. As for what kind of
writer might get walloped, you might be surprised to find that the chances of hitting a
writer of speculative fiction—science fiction, fantasy, and horror—are as high as they
are of hitting mainstream writers.
Thus, the new high-tech industries, North Carolina's tradition of honoring both tellers
and their tales, the Southern literary tradition, the pervasive influence of TV and film,
the role-playing games—all have made this state rich in writers of
speculative fiction: science fiction, fantasy, and horror. And I have no doubt
North Carolina will continue to be rich in its science fiction and fantasy writers.
Orson Scott Card
There is simply no way to pigeonhole Orson Scott Card's career as a writer, at least in
terms of genre. From Mormon drama to science fiction / fantasy novels and stories to
occasional "mainstream" works to critical studies to technical manuals to software
materials, Card has managed to set pen, pencil, or keyboard to a remarkable range of
composition.
John Kessel
There's some time during every day that I'm in the world of the story even though
I'm doing something else—driving the car, making supper, taking a shower.
Paul A. Glister
"Hardly. We've got over a thousand simulations as is; most of them are generic.
But just about everybody who's been significant in my life makes some sort of
appearance. My father is here: he's a visiting consul. My uncle Jack is a
general; he'll open the Amphitruo later today with a proclamation from Rome.
Sandy is here, too. My Irish Setter. You saw the boy chasing him when we came in.
Putting an AKC Irish setter in a Roman settlement is the one anachronism I allowed myself."
She gave his arm a squeeze as she walked past, turning to take in the entire scene.
"This is amazing. It reminds me of Notre Dame. Remember how some of the faces
in the stained glass windows were people the designer knew, and sometimes the
image of the designer himself? A Biblical figure would have the face of a
fourteenth-century aristocrat; a Moses would be the glassmaker's patron.
We saw that at Salisbury, too."
Martin Gardner
L. Frank Baum's marvelous land of Oz and Lewis Carroll's topsy-turvy Wonderland
converge in Martin Gardner's unassuming suburban house located in the mountain
town of Hendersonville, just a few miles from Carl Sandburg's home.
Born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1914 (five years before Baum's death), Gardner
learned how to read by looking over his mother's shoulder while she read to
him The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. Once he could read, he dashed through all
of the Oz books as well as some of Baum's other fantasy stories. Gardner's
childhood fascination with Oz never left him, but as he grew older he became
equally interested in the creator of Oz.
Copyright © 2001 by North Carolina Literary Review
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