Book of Days, page 24
“By the Lord Harry,” John Edward said, “in a day or so—when I’m feeling better—I’m going to do that again.” Then he vanished. I was tired of him, anyhow.
(I’m getting tired of all of you.)
Gene Wolfe, who has been called “one of the finest modern sf writers” (by The Science Fiction Encyclopedia), “un Proust de l’espace” (by L’Express, Paris), and “an imp of the bizarre” (by a reader of this book in manuscript), is the author of The Fifth Head of Cerberus, The Shadow of the Torturer, and much else. The Science Fiction Writers of America have given him their Nebula, and his novel Peace won a five-hundred-dollar prize from the Chicago Foundation for Literature. The unique anthology you hold, spanning the year from Valentine’s Day to New Year’s Eve, represents an eclectic selection from his most characteristic work.
Gene Wolfe, Book of Days
