He imagined the Internet and other impossibilities.

The suffragist who wrote Radium Age science fiction.

“A woman whose life’s poetry never sank to prose.”

The monkey grammarian plagued by conjunctions and disjunctions.

“The first writer to discover what ‘other planets’ are really good for.”

The ghost in Cash’s machine was Sturm und Drang Romanticism.

The Cuban writer who was the toast of 1960s-70s Paris.

His smiles, tears, and wall-punching are the best.

The aviatrix who taught Amelia Earhart how to fly.

Prescient in her arguments for a plant-based diet.

One of the first real scientists to write science fiction. FWIW.

Forget everything you thought you knew about “Half-Pint” Jaxon.

Comics of deceptive simplicity and un-dupli­catable eloquence.

A tattooed, cigar-chomping, cross-dressing, knife-collecting speed demon.

He was part of the bad old post­modernism, in a good way.

He preserved and disseminated oral culture.

He aimed for total objectivity and compassion.

He courageously shared his sexual predilections with the world.

His stoic pulp and stylish brutality elevated superhero comics.

His wit, his sculpture, and his being have proven influential.

Twisting, wry and dolorous laments.

He was haunted by his memories of destroying a Benedictine monastery.

Media, culture, and ideology are the battleground of the soul.

His Radium Age sf and fantasy influenced Lovecraft and Gygax.