Cover of Nova.

Nova by Samuel Delany was alright – a beautiful space opera telling the story of a captain and is impromptu crew in a well-thought, well-described future a thousand years from now. I can’t really say why it didn’t grip me as much as other Delany books. My mood and the book just weren’t a fit at the time.


“I was born,” the Mouse said. “I must die. I am suffering. Help me. There, I just wrote your book for you.”

Right now I’m just a bright guy with a lot to say and nothing to say it about.”