Monthly Archives: April 2013

Kage Baker hated change. She loathed it with a deep and personal loathing, and the requisite heat of a thousand suns. She went to truly insane lengths to try and avoid it. This required her to cling to favourite garments … Continue reading →

Kage Baker wrote that line referenced above to describe Mendoza’s reaction to Joseph’s initial lecture about what lay ahead for her. Of course, he was talking about her fate as a mortal – but the line has stayed with me … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked designs. And pictures. She really liked stories with pictures, and would   rather have been writing comics, I think. Her first books – written in her early teens, typed and bound by herself in the incense-scented eyrie … Continue reading →

Kage Baker would have been glued to the television today. She had what she called “a vulgar fascination with current events”. It was the recently-developed ability to see things all over the globe in real time that did it. Webcam … Continue reading →

Kage Baker felt very strongly that work was an an anodyne, a panacea. It was a refuge from sorrow and an antidote to care. “All that matters is the work,” she gives Mendoza to say, in her very first novel … Continue reading →

Kage Baker distrusted most technology as a matter of course. She gave her heart to those she did trust, trusting them as child trusts in the mysterious powers of her blankets when confronted with midnight monsters. They always worked; they … Continue reading →

Kage Baker liked museums.  What she liked, though, was art and cultural artifacts – nothing messy. She often said, regretfully, that she’d have loved to study archeology except that bones (except cardboard ones at Halloween) made her queasy … Me, … Continue reading →

Kage Baker – as is pretty well known – loved the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. And for her, there was only one: the event started in the 1970’s by Phyllis and Ron Patterson,  started more or less in an empty lot … Continue reading →

Kage Baker kept a big oak bookshelf by her desk. It didn’t hold her reference books. The ones she used most lived on the top of her desk; the others, for variable and different projects, stood in a mutable pile … Continue reading →