Man. I just reread “Driftglass,” by Samuel R. Delany (as collected in Aye, and Gomorrah), and it is still one of the best stories I’ve ever read, skiffy or otherwise. He’s just one of those writers whose sentences are pitch-perfect, every time. Nothing is out of place or extraneous. Sigh.
(While we’re talking about love for Delany, be sure to check this post from The Mumpsimus.)
