Brett Heller

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I've been a huge fan since I discovered his work in 1988. What has impressed me so much, recently, is the way little bits from his earlier work (phrases, ideas, images) keep popping up. As if the first time I saw them he was just planting them, and now they're mature. And as much as his work changes every decade or so, it still seems like a sharper and sharper iteration of his first stuff.

I'm imagining a writer who keeps going back in time, killing himself, and releasing better and better versions of his first novel.

Anyone is welcome to use that idea, if they want to make fiction based on it. No one is allowed to actually do it, please.

11/9 '14 1 Comment
I just ordered his newest book. Can't wait to get it (on paper, cyberpunk dreams notwithstanding).
Sharon Crowley 11/11 '14

In my defense, the Customs&Immigration droid did startle me.

Anything to declare?

Yeah, don't go to Antigua.

10/29 '14 9 Comments
you realize you're Unit 1 (of 2), yes? Also, Dr. Frank N. Furter would like his eyes back.
Ursula Sadiq 10/29 '14
Jen was a little unnerved when she discovered she had to be 2/2.

That's my wife. I am "head of household." In public, at least.
Brett Heller 10/29 '14
Speaking of alarming, I have your wedding gift. Want to pick up or have it delivered?
are we seeing you Saturday?
Brett Heller 10/29 '14
Let me confirm w/Houser ... are you guys a definite yes?
Brett Heller 10/29 '14
Confirmed! Email to follow.
He's got Latka Gravas eyes.
That's pretty great, actually.

Beware the autumn people. For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life where October follows September & November touches October & then instead of December & Christ's birth, there is no Bethlehem Star, no rejoicing, but September comes again & old October & so on down the years, with no winter, spring, or revivifying summer. For these beings fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond.

Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? the grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss betweeen the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gust they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, & surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles - breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.


10/9 '14 1 Comment
Autumn is fine if I pretend it's Spring. IT'S SPRING DAMMIT.
Thomas Boutell 10/10 '14

Why didn't I know about this?

Of course now... Oh, god, why do I know about this?

9/27 '14 3 Comments
Oh dear god I think this has pegged my cuil-meter.

My hamburger is crying, your argument is invalid.
Brett Heller 9/28 '14
My kid attends homestuck meetups and does cosplay. They outnumber costumed fans of conventionally marketed characters at cons which is really neat.
Thomas Boutell 9/27 '14

And damned be him that first cries, “Hold, enough!”
Brett Heller 9/28 '14