Yesterday I was chatting with John C. Wright on the phone (we’re trying to figure out a way to meet while I’m in Virginia/DC/Maryland next month). He mentioned, with awe, that he got to receive the Eucharist right next to Gene Wolfe at Balticon this past Sunday. Today, somebody else writes me, asking if I’ve heard of… Gene Wolfe.
Clearly, I need to read Gene Wolfe. I’ll check him out when I’m done with the Divine Comedy.