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KATE WILHELM

The Encounter

KATE WILHELM was born June 8, 1929, in Toledo, Ohio. She sold her first
story in 1957, and she has been writing and selling steadily ever since. It is
fashionable to say of our feminine celebrities, "In real life she is Mrs. John Blank." Kate Wilhelm is married to author, editor and critic Damon Knight, which makes her Mrs. Damon Knight; but in real life she is Kate Wilhelm, her husband and three sons notwithstanding, and her individuality is as distinctive as her writing.

A Charter Member of Science Fiction Writers of America, she provided the
original
sketch from which the Nebula Award Trophy was designed. She was co director
of the
Milford Science Fiction Writers' Conference from 1963 to 1969 and lecturer
at the
Clarion Writers' Workshop from 1969 to 1972.

In addition to magazine appearances she has contributed stories to Volumes
1 through
12 of the Orbit series. She has had two collections of short stories
published, The
Mile Long Spaceship (1963) and The Downstairs Room (1968). More Bitter than
Death (1962) is a mystery novel. Her four science fiction novels are The
Killer Thing
(1965), The Nevermore Affair (1967), Let the fire fall (1969), and Margaret
and /
(1971). Two more science fiction novels were written in collaboration with
Ted
Thomas: The Clone (1965), and The Year of the Cloud

(1970). Abyss (1971) contains two novellas, "The Plastic Abyss" and
"Stranger in the
House."

She has been a Nebula Awards finalist four of the seven years the awards
have been
presented. Her story "The Planners" received the Nebula Award as the best
short story
of 1968, and in the 1971 balloting her name appeared on the final ballot a
record four
times: with her novel Margaret and I,- with her novellas "The Infinity Box"
and "The
Plastic Abyss"; and with her novelette "The Encounter."

The bus slid to an uneasy stop, two hours late. Snow was eight inches deep,
and the
white sky met the white ground in a strange world where the grubby black bus
station floated free. It was a world where up and down had become
meaningless,