Tad Williams

Literatopia.de has interviewed me. Here is part 5 of that interview.

Of course, you must be asked about Tad all the time. Do you mind that? Do you sometimes feel you are mostly “Tad Williams’ wife” to all the others and not Deborah?

I never feel like that. I’m pretty secure in myself and what I do, and I’m too fascinated by the world and what happens when we’re out in public. I get pissed off if people are rude to me, and I have a unkarmic habit of getting ins...

Cleaning things is, in my humble opinion, not only time consuming and smelly, but futile and morally questionable. Follow me down this convenient rabbit hole so that I can explain in detail. Watch out for the synecdoche, it’s been known to nip.

Serious People have written books about the end of evolution (e.g., about ten years ago, Peter Ward wrote a detailed account of mass extinctions which muttered darkly about our impending doom, a subject of infinite interest to me . . . if I had my own university, you would be allowed to major in Eschatology). One theory goes that humans...

by Alphonse Dulac, ESQ., late of London, in the King's Colony of Canada.

So I enter a comic store establishment this muggy afternoon to purchase some reading material whilst I sip claret and ogle my chambermaid Maggie this coming evening.

As I had entered, I passed a young man holding forth with the vigour of youth on the freshly released Hulk moving picture. This young gentleman was quite loud, and vexatious to my spirit, so I hied myself to the issues of serial adventures of which I am most fond.

While I perused the graphically enhanced adventure stories o...