I’ve just finished a book by another mostly unrecognised (quite ancient!) lady science fiction / fantasy type author, Angelica Gorodischer.
She’s from Argentina, born in 1928, and is still alive (92!). Apparently she’s written about twenty books, although only three of them have been translated to English, which leaves me craving for the rest to be translated as well. One of the books (that I haven’t read yet, and will need to hunt down as it’s not in most book stores) was translated by Ursula Le Guin back in 2003.
Anyhow, I’ve just finished this great book of hers, first written in 1979 and released as a nice new Penguin Science Fiction series this year:
It follows the stories / tales of Trafalgar Medrano and his visits to various different planets and strange people and cities, mostly told from his perspective to a friend in a bar, whilst drinking lots of cups of coffee. It pretty much feels like Italo Calvino’s Cosmicomics, with a tiny splattering of Vonnegut. Plus she knows how to write a good sentence:
“She looked at me as though I were made of glass and behind me were something that bored her to tears.”
And a lovely interview with her here, which just makes me want to hang out with he and listen to her talk about whatever:
https://smallbeerpress.com/20-questions-with-angelica-gorodischer/
