“…Where do you think I found it?”

So, because someone on Pinterest shared a link to some essay that I want but am not willing to pay three dollars for (it’s only twelve pages long, and I may already know all the actual information contained therein), I ended up looking to see if Amazon has any copies of a biography I want to read again. And they do. I’ve already read all the other biographies on this person, and most are… disappointing. I don’t need someone to tell me what to think of the themes in an artist’s work. If I’m reading a biography on an artist, I want to know about the artist. (I can hear you trying to formulate a bad joke with that… You really shouldn’t.) I want to know what events or people in their life led them to become the kind of artist they are/were. It’s not that I don’t care about the themes in the art, but that I don’t want to be told what to think of those, and I don’t want to read about the themes without more context. (In other words, ‘Weaver is a hypocrite who wants to know everything about the creative people he most admires, even though he’s obsessed with not sharing much information about himself.’ Yeah, well, I promise that if I ever become actually famous, I’ll share. You won’t be able to stop me…)

This afternoon, I will inform my clone-sibling that I’ve located a copy of the other book by “Theo the archivist” and ask Paul if he thinks I should pay fifty dollars for it. (The local university’s SF Special Collection — so much sci-fi/fantasy, plus related works such as author biographies, etc. — doesn’t have this book. You’d think that anything having to do with one of New Mexico’s own sci-fi authors would be a must-have for the collection, but… *shrug* Well, it’s a must-have for my collection, and has been since the early nineties.)

This good news about the book doesn’t make up for finding out last year that the boulders in Euclid Park are gone (that’ll be a topic for another post, some other time), but at least I’ll have specific quotes to quote at you to prove why those boulders were important…

(The title of this post comes from a conversation I had with my clone-sibling back in the spring of 1996, right after Paul read the aforementioned biography. Seems appropriate.)

About Thomas Weaver

For several years, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom (editor). I'm physically disabled, and I currently live with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have eight cats. I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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