Is “ger” a sf word?
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“The Beatles are far more famous and beloved now than they were in their lifespan, when they were merely the most famous and beloved people on earth.”
Dreaming the Beatles by Rob Sheffield
Is “ger” a sf word?
Next up:
“The Beatles are far more famous and beloved now than they were in their lifespan, when they were merely the most famous and beloved people on earth.”
Dreaming the Beatles by Rob Sheffield
Mongolian.
Wiki: A traditional yurt (from the Turkic languages) or ger (Mongolian) is a portable, round tent covered with skins or felt and used as a dwelling by several distinct nomadic groups in the steppes of Central Asia.
Exactly. By the way, this story is one of the two best in that collection, the other being “Sassi’s Last Ride” by Alethea Kontis.
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“I am a rather unusual specimen in that not only I but all four of my grandparents and both of my parents were born on the island of Manhattan.”
At Random: The Reminiscences of Bennett Cerf, edited by Albert Erskine
Thanks, SCAdian!
“Depending on how you want to think about it, it was funny or inevitable or symbolic that the robotic takeover did not start at MIT, NASA, Microsoft or Ford.” Manna by Marshall Brain
“A whistle blew; jolting slightly, the big posters on the hoardings took themselves off rearwards–and with sudden acceleration, like a thrust in the back, the electric train moved out of Borleston Junction, past the blurred radiance of the tall lamps in the marshalling yard, past the diminishing constellations of the town’s domestic lighting, and so out across the eight-mile isthmus of darkness at whose further extremity lay Clough.”
Beware the Trains by Edmund Crispin. (This is a short story collection. The above sentence is from the title story.)
“The high noon sun in Barbados!”
The Wooings of Jezebel Pettyfer, by Haldane MacFall.
“You can make better life decisions.”
Don’t Trust Your Gut–Using Data to Get What You Really Want in Life, by Seth Stephens-Davidowitz.
“Treason could be as simple as walking through a doorway.”
The Lost Stars: Tarnished Knight, by Jack Campbell
“One year ago, I was just your typical former surf champion, bar owner, and deadbeat dad.”
How to Survive a Sharknado: And Other Unnatural Disasters, by Andrew Shaffer, Fin Shepard, and April Wexler.
“How strange, that such an insignificant little world should come to matter so much.”
The Uplift War, by David Brin (italics in the original)
“The city–if I’m not giving away a secret–has a hell of a lot of people in it, and just by the sheer weight of mathematical probability somebody is almost always likely to be headed for roughly the same place as you, any time of the night or day, expecially in the midtown area.”
A Thrill a Minute with Jack Albany, by John Godey
“How does your garden grow?”
The Remarkable Case of Dr. Ward & Other Amazing Gardening Innovations, by Abigail Willis
“At half past six on the twenty-first of June 1922, when Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov was escorted through the gates of the Kremlin onto Red Square, it was glorious and cool.”
A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles.
“Seen in just the right light, at just the right angle, I am first and foremost a satirist, a comic, a humorist, a parodist.”
Plumage from Pegasus by Paul Di Filippo
"Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P——, in Kentucky. "
Uncle Tom’s Cabin, Harriet Beecher Stowe
“John Lennon was born on October 4, 1940, during one of the fiercest night raids by Hitler’s Luftwaffe on Liverpool.”
Shout! The Beatles in Their Generation, by Philip Norman
“We followed the narrow track, my love, we followed the
narrow
track through a valley in the Jura
to where the goats delight to tread upon the brink
of meaning.”
Hay by Paul Muldoon
(Note: This is a poetry collection. This quote is from “The Mudroom”.)
‘He was a young man of a good family, as the phrase went in the New England of a hundred-odd years ago, and the reasons for his bitter discontent were unclear, even to himself.’
A Man Called Horse, Dorothy M. Johnson
I was doing a vaccine clinic for the county at a smalltown library this week when I found this collection of short stories for sale which also includes The Man who Shot Liberty Valance, The Hanging Tree, and The Lost Sister. The last two are unfamiliar to me, but I’ve been meaning to find some of her work for ages.
“Everyone in Greenall Bridge knew Sam Carraclough’s Lassie.”
Lassie Come-Home, by Eric Knight