"Tony Daniel - Robot's Twilight Companion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Daniel Tony)

on a redefinition of humanity, to the Sergio Leone-flavored tour-de-force of тАЬA Dry, Quiet War,тАЭ to the
meditation upon the often contrary forces of love and social commitment in the Hugo-nominated тАЬLife on
the Moon,тАЭ these stories constitute the most idiosyncratic body of short science fiction since the early
days of John Varley. In sum they clearly enunciate the fact that Tony Daniel is a supremely gifted writer
whose career has just begun.

тАФLucius Shepard
14 May 2000


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Life on the Moon
The Big Empty
by Henry Colterman

If I ventured into the Big Empty,
a smaller movement between hard
and fast stars,
if I ventured to the moon, and the
dust of the moon,
and to those smooth ceramic halls,
those lustrous and benign
spaces, or to the evaporated surface,
the empty mineral stretch and score,
would I find you?
Are you still in the valence between
spaces? I would kiss the
fall of your hair; I would lie
beside you in the silence,
and trace with my fingertip your lipsтАЩ
surge and fall.
I would pull you gently from the
undermass,
the crystal and stone, like a spiderweb
from foliage, like
breath from a sleeper.
If I ventured to the Big Empty,
I would never stop looking for you, Nell
N ell was skinny and wan. Her hair was brown, darkening to black, and her eyes were brown and sad.
Henry did not understand why he loved her, for he had always considered himself a shallow man when it
came down to it, with a head turned by shallow beauty and flashy teeth and eyes. Nell was a calm, dark
pool. She was also probably the greatest artist of her generation, though, and when one had the
extraordinary luck to claim such a womanтАЩs regard, one made exceptions.