I think my goal for “awards season” in the genre is to make sure “Let Us Now Praise Awesome Dinosaurs” by Leonard Richardson wins the Hugo, the Nebula, the Sturgeon, the Malkovich…
OK, I made that last award up. But it really should win it all the same. I’ve been trying to write a woeful Infernokrusher 2.0 essay, but really, stories like this take theory and poetics and disintegrate them into molten flames.
(I still like poetics, though.)
Who’s with me?