While reading through Jim Grimsley’s “The Sanguine,” (from Asimov’s, March 2007) I found myself not satisfyingly convinced of the raison d’etre given for the story’s central conceit, and this nagging frustration at the weakness of its central premise has led me finally to conclude that it desperately needed a stronger explanation for the manner in which the sfnal “gadget” was used, in order for it to be the total success I was hoping the story would be.





A response to "Tough Times for Beset Manhood: Or, Where Has Good Old Golden Age SF Gone?" by Ruth Nestvold and Jay Lake.