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2003-02-18
I’ve been reading the Avram Davidson Treasury. It is good. No, it’s better than good. It is brilliant. Utterly brilliant, and it pains me because I’ll never be able to write like that. The Golem, the first use of American Dental Association as secret agents, he even manages to bring quality to a “let’s kill tghe aliens”-story. But most of all his use of language. At times it almost feels as if I’m reading something by Peake — but different of course. In Davidson the language serves as a backdrop, not an active character within the story. If you understand what I mean.
Oh, and I almost forgot. The book in question, one of the few things from Avram’s pen currently in print that isn’t published by a small press publisher, is set masterfully in Garamond. Don’t know which version only that it is not the ITC bastardisation.
