Monthly Archives: November 2011

Kage Baker commented, during her last year of life, that she felt she had a good handle on the cancer – it was the side effects that were making her miserable. Some of the things that happened to her were … Continue reading →

Kage Baker really enjoyed her last Dickens workshops. She was on her way to surgery, almost literally – she knew she wouldn’t be having a wildly energetic Dickens Fair, but she meant to attend. So we trucked on over to … Continue reading →

Kage Baker. Phantom noises of sleigh bells in the kitchen, phantom perfumes of nutmeg and semolina. Red Door, red doors, doors red with sunset – and the colder it gets the brighter the last red light of day: how does … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as has been made pretty plain, loved Dickens Fair. It wasn’t just that, as an older lady, she appreciated the joys of flush toilets, chairs to sit on in stead of hay bales, an indoor venue instead of … Continue reading →

Kage Baker caught influenza with a graceful inevitability. Once a year, usually, the last weekend of a Dickens Fair, she would start to glow with fever and ache in every joint; her sinuses would silt up like the lost drainage … Continue reading →