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Kage Baker‘s first public redoubt – where she forted up when it was necessary to seek shelter in the public eye – was in the cafeteria of Immaculate Heart High School. She had numerous such hiding places in the house … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not like cats. She said so at frequent intervals, avowing a deadly dislike of feline kind and maintaining a loud enthusiasm for their extinction. This was a pose. The fact of the matter was that Kage was … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved building for Dickens. This, the second weekend of rehearsals, is when we usually get the walls of our Parlour up – and she loved that task. The bustle and energy, the giant-jigsaw puzzle of the set, the … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was the proud daughter of a veteran. She was the cousin, niece and aunt of several, too; the sort of American family where military service is a part of the normal part of life, and not a subject … Continue reading →

Kage Baker utterly hated medical tests. They always, she averred, took longer and hurt more and revealed less than her doctors told her they would. And she was sure that many were ordered just because of physicianly uncertainty or boredom; … Continue reading →

Kage Baker set up a careful regimen of daily vitamins and herbal supplements in her early adulthood. These were designed to maintain a modicum of health for her, with a minimum of thinking about her body. She set out deliberately … Continue reading →

Kage Baker had an odd way of reading books. She started from the middle, and worked her way out in long curves through the text; like reading a nautilus shell. She’d read a little in the center; then a few … Continue reading →

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 →