Einstein Intersection

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Praise for Samuel R. Delany's Other Books, Title Page, Copyright Page, Dedication

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Foreword

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pp. vii-xi

Two misconceptions are widely held about written science fiction.
The initial misconception is that SF (at the time Delany wrote The Einstein Intersection many editors and writers were arguing that Speculative Fiction might be a better use of the initials, but that battle was lost a long time back) is about the future, ...

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pp. 1-13

There is a hollow, holey cylinder running from hilt to point in my machete. When I blow across the mouthpiece in the handle, I make music with my blade. When all the holes are covered, the sound is sad—as rough as rough can be and be called smooth. ...

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pp. 15-39

An hour later I was crouching, hidden, by the kage. But the kage-keeper, Le Dorik, wasn't around. A white thing (I remember when the woman who was Easy's mother flung it from her womb before dying) had crawled to the electrified fence to slobber. It would probably die soon. ...

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pp. 41-63

"Le Dorik?" I said. "Dorik?"
"Hi," came a voice from the dark. "Lobey?"
"Lo Lobey," I said. "Where are you?"

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pp. 65-79

Slipped from the night waters of the Adriatic and now we skirt down the strait towards the Piraeus. At the horizon right and left monstrously beautiful mountains gnaw the sky. The ship is easy on the morning. ...

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pp. 81-99

Then to the broken land ("This"—Spider halted his dragon in the shaly afternoon—"is the broken land." He flung a small flint over the edge. It chuckled into the canyon. Around us the dragons were craning curiously at the granite, the veined cliffs, the chasms) slowing our pace now. ...

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pp. 101-117

She is with me evenings.
My ear is funnel for all voice and trill and warble you can conceive this day.
She is with me mornings. ...

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pp. 119-135

This morning I took refuge from the thin rain in a teahouse with the dock workers. Yellow clouds moiled outside above the Bosphorus. Found one man who spoke French, two others who spoke Greek. We talked of voyages and warmed our fingers on glasses of tea. ...

About the Authors

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