One problem I have with the short stories is I first read some of them in an illustrated limited edition book I have, and the illustrations are very much of their time (ie, '70s). My memories of them are tainted by the pictures. Plus I can rarely get my mind revved up fast enough with short stories to really care what happens.

Were there ever plans for more Amber stories?

Theo, isn't that called ShadowJack? A novella of his? Like I said, the brain, she is draining.

And I forgot the other great short story collection. Dooood! Unicorn Variations!

I think there were going to be more Amber novels. Goddamnit, I'm not even a fan of the Amber stuff and I'm pissed off that he's gone all over again.

I thought I heard somewhere that Zelazny had told friends that he intended that Amber end with him, but his estate has arranged for other writers to continue them.

Theo, yup - what I meant was, if I'm remembering right, he'd had two or three more he wanted to write himself. And then prostate cancer.

MotherFUCKER.

What a damned waste.

edit: remembering a nice moment, a few weeks ago. When Plei and Paul and Jilli and Pete were here, and I took them off to the Mission, we stopped in at Borderlands. Someone had told Plei she really needed to read this book of Zelazny's, but she couldn't remember the name, just vaguely what it was about.

I immediately dialed home, handed the phone to Nic, and Plei said about six words. She listened for a moment, hung up, and handed me back the phone. "Nic says it's Lord of Light I'm supposed to get."

He knows his Rog, he does.

Unicorn Variations was great. "More beer!"

I took them off to the Mission, we stopped in at Borderlands.

Is that the shop with the hairless cat?

Is that the shop with the hairless cat?

Yes, and a very nice gothboy employee who (when I asked for his opinion on vampire novels) quizzed me about my preferences in the genre, then recommended a whole bunch of books to me.

The hairless cat was neat. The selection of horror fiction was better.

The hairless cat was neat.

I admit, when I walked in, the cat was *right there,* and I recoiled. Because who expects that? But then I petted it and talked to it, and it hung out with me for a few minutes before disappearing through its cat door to the underworld.

It's a sphinx cat, damnit! A queen. Her name is Ripley. Nic and I are both in love - we think she's stunning.