His radio-building hobby led him to pioneer pulp sci-fi!
He gave us the weird tentacle and the occult detective.
She developed a pathological aversion to her native England.
An astute proto-ethnologist attired in full Victorian garb.
“That saving incertitude which is our supreme consolation.”
He creates black-and-white surreal masterpieces.
Mechanical men, Martian vampires, and dirigible crashes.
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.