Monthly Archives: October 2011

Kage Baker would tell me to go back to bed. I don’t feel sick, exactly – nothing hurts – but I’m dizzy and light-headed and my ears are ringing. And I’m running a fever of 100 degrees. My doctor, too, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, when faced with the necessity of fashioning a segue where none easily presented itself, would usually remark, “Speaking of camels …” I don’t remember why. At some point, it must have been something that cracked us up, because … Continue reading →

Kage Baker assigned me all the IT tasks in our household. And the garbage, and the baking. She did the rest of the cooking, the beds and stubborn stains. Plumbing and other utility disasters were mine; bugs and spiders were … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved Shakespeare, and England, and archeology, and heroes and sailors. She also loved staying warm, and was a devout believer in instant cocooning in the face on inclement temperature – which, for her, was anything below 70 degrees … Continue reading →

Kage Baker’s favourite season was undoubtedly summer – for sheer personal pleasure, for warmth and freedom and endless hours of light. But she had special remembrances for all seasons, and took their progression and suitable rituals quite seriously. It was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker lived on colour. She associated everything with a colour of its own; she assigned temperments, tastes, scents, weather, and moods with specific colours. There were “green bottle dawns” and “blue days” and “saffron black nights”. She understood Homer’s … Continue reading →

Kage Baker finally has a Best Of compilation coming out from Subterranean Press – 489 pages of assorted goodness, several novellas and lots of short stories. The stories range from her very first sale, “Noble Mold”, which appeared in Asimov’s … Continue reading →