To those who think Wolfe’s works may be ‘too dark,’ I can assure you, they are not. Most likely, you have heard about the Book of the New Sun, which describes a world heavy with age, rich and rotting and dimly lit (the sun itself is flickering and the stars can be seen by day), but tantalizingly illuminated with hope – a hope which is implicitly fulfilled. The
Soldier books by contrast show the ancient world, young, optimistic and filled with curiosity, as yet ignorant and feeling its way towards enlightenment. Wolfe is subtle, and his characters are very human (or, well, most of them are…human, I mean). They sometimes struggle with despair, but their struggles are not futile.
And to Catholig: I have certainly read my share of SF periodicals in my time, and even worked at Locus magazine many years ago.

If you really want a huge pure fix of great short science fiction, you cannot go wrong with Gardner Dozois’ annual mighty tome, the deservedly-titled
Year’s Best Science Fiction. Dozois is an amazing editor (though I’m not sure why he seems to like Greg Bear’s work so much – de gustibus non est disputandum I suppose!) and an excellent author in his own right. While some years are better than others, he never fails to pick the very finest.
Along those lines, I also recommend what may be considered its yearly complement, the
Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, edited by Ellen Datlow and the two-person team of Kelly Link and Gavin Grant (both formerly of the absolutely marvelous quarterly
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet). Link and Grant took over the position on half of YBF&H from Terri Windling (whose name you’ll see next to Datlow’s on many of the older years) and they have brought a whole new level of literary quality to the annual, which was already very high indeed – and Datlow is as legendary as Dozois, and justly so.
Every summer and fall I look forward to these editions, and both are worth far more than their cover price – oo, YBSF is out in a couple weeks! Yaaaaaaay! I’d love to say I could wait a month until we’re at the seashore to read it, but I know myself better than that.
