Can I tell you something about my speculative fiction habits? Of course I can– this my barroom restroom wall and the red marker’s in my slimy mitt.
Here’s the thing: I just love stories about sentient animals. I can’t get enough of talking dogs or super-intelligent rats or telekinetic polar bears– this is the stuff of unconditional love. And I know the analogies presented in this trope can only go so far, sure. But I don’t care– I could start a website called Miette’s Podcasted Stories of Intelligent Animals, and be perfectly happy doing so.
As it is, looking through the archives, there’s not much represented here yet — there’s the Saki, which is hilarious, and now Leiber, which is one of those that will hopefully make you check yourself in the mirror and pucker your nose in search of a stray whisker. I have several others in mind, but meanwhile, do feel free to fill it with your suggestions as well.
Totally lovely.
In view of your preferences, and since you still seem to lack a Philip Dick story, may I suggest Roog? Claimed by him to be one of the best things he ever did. Short too.
You know, I find it a little hard to believe that I haven’t read any PKDick. Are you sure?
And Okay, Okay, Roog is great, but I fear for what will happen to this site if it’s suddenly TOO anthropomorphallic. The problem is: I have no point of judgment on the short stories– I even like the crap ones.
What the …
Spit it out, boy.
You cant call me ‘boy’ because I’m brown.
I’m telling.
I’m calling you boy because you don’t have boobs. No more sophisticated testing needed.
You dont know if I have boobs.
Now you got me ashamed of my weight.
This should teach you to keep your comments to yourself instead of in the comments section of your site. I hope you’ve learned a lesson.
Know what you need, my trim, brown, probably boobless and thoroughly masculine friend?
You need your very website! So that I might have a place to deface.
Miette, lovely reading as always, but I found the story itself pretty dull.
Oh yes–please read Roog! I love PKD!