But now I'm urging you to grab some tickets and hie thyself to the Red Room Thursday through Sunday until June 10th for 75 minutes of radio drama you won't soon forget. The show on tap is RadioTheatre's KING KONG, but rather than describe it for you here, I'll simply point you toward my review at Sci Fi Weekly:
King Kong An off-off-Broadway production brings the Eighth Wonder of the World to the most intimate stage of them allthe stage of the mind. [review]If you love King Kong, radio drama, or both, you need to treat yourself to this show. As an accidental booster of genre theater in New York City, I want to see it again myself, though with moving preparations it's not clear that I'll have time.
Oh, and mark your calendars for this fall, when RadioTheatre presents its H.G. Wells Science Fiction Festival! I'm going to have to try to come back to town for that one.
My weekend in Baltimore got off to a portentous start Friday afternoon when, after having dragged my luggage seven or eight blocks from the train station, the woman at the Thrifty rental counter told me I would not be able to return my pre-reserved car to that location on Monday owing to their closure for the Memorial Day holiday. I would have to return it Tuesday or else take it to their BWI Airport location instead.
I grumbled, but I didn't have much recourse.
When I reached my hotel in Cockeysville, a mile or two from the con, and hauled my bags to my room, I found the door to my room standing open. I called the front desk and insisted that I be moved to another room. "Yes," I said, "I'm sure you're right, it was just a mistake made by housekeeping, but I still want a new room. I've lived in New York City for twelve years. I'm a little paranoid about things like that."
I hung out in my new room until late in the evening, working on a review that was due to Sci Fi Weekly. I made my 10:00 pm panel ("Liar's Panel on How to Get Published") fine, and had a good time, but had to get back to the hotel to finish my review before bed. On the way I stopped at a Giant supermarket to pick up some beer. Since I would be driving back and forth to the con I didn't figure on doing any drinking there, but I definitely wanted a few cold ones in the fridge in my suite for the end of each day. What I learned at the supermarket is that beer is only sold in liquor stores in Marylandand the liquor stores were all closed. I did manage to purchase a few apples, though.
I wonder how long before the Times catches the error in the first paragraph of its current story "Andy Roddick Crashes Out of French Open":
To figure out how Andy Roddick was fairing in his first-round match of the French Open tennis tournament today, spectators did not have to see the score.I'm hoping it's quickly.
I have arrived in Baltimore and landed safely at my hotel, after all sorts of travel- and hotel-related weirdnesses. (I hope these don't set the tone for the weekend.) I am holed up in my room now to write a theater review that needs to be done tonight, and then I will head to the con for my 10 pm panel.
My room is a suite with a full-size fridge! Oh, with what shall I stock it...?
Holy cow! In news of the entirely unexpected, I learned this morning that "Inclination" is a finalist for the Theodore Sturgeon Memorial Award for best short science fiction! Here's the full list of finalists, including many friends and other very familiar names:
- "Yellow Card Man" by Paolo Bacigalupi
- "Dawn, and Sunset, and the Colours of the Earth" by Michael F. Flynn
- "Botch Town" by Jeffrey Ford
- "The Djinn's Wife" by Ian McDonald
- "The Walls of the Universe" by Paul Melko
- "A Billion Eves" by Robert Reed
- "You Have Never Been Here" by M. Rickert
- "The House Beyond Your Sky" by Benjamin Rosenbaum
- "Another Word for Map Is Faith" by Christopher Rowe
- "Inclination" by William Shunn
- "Lord Weary's Empire" by Michael Swanwick
- "The Cartesian Theater" by Robert Charles Wilson
- "Julian: A Christmas Story" by Robert Charles Wilson