Trawling for cover images for the new edition, I found this stunning satellite picture of London, reposted from Johnson Space Centre.
It’s author photograph time again. None of your fist-on-chin malarky here. This is me about to pass out from sunstroke during a “research trip” (Inland Revenue please note) to Oman. Anna calls this my “creepy farmer” look.
The Eye contains some cursory descriptions of adaptive “spectacles” – but nothing like this.
Life goes faster than Realism.
“If the novel dies, as predicted, it will be found drowned in the doldrums of verisimilitude, having forgotten the comedy of history and the value of the burlesque. “