Way back last spring, I was invited to contribute a post to the ongoing Sunday Star Wars feature on Babel Clash, the sf blog of the American bookstore Borders. Borders, sadly, is in the process of folding its tents and slipping away, but the blog is hanging on to the last gasp. I’m not going to write now about the perils of a merchant monopoly; up here in Canada we’re living it, in the book industry, and some other time I might have opinions. Right now, though, I’m just here to say that this week’s Babel Clash Star Wars post is a double feature, with my take on the original trilogy as Space Fantasy, and Terry Brooks telling the story of how he knew when he was really famous.
Incidentally, my one-year-old nephew does an impressive Jedi imitation, complete with air light sabre and sound effects. Real Jedi, my sister tells him, don’t fall down on their well-padded little bottoms when they swing at the enemy.