I went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art on Sunday. As a member, I get one hour's free parking in their garage . . . but of course I can never bring myself to leave within a single hour.
Wonderful stuff. I've lost track of how many stories I've gotten out of that place.
And on the Best-of-Year front . . .
I was talking with Joe Haldeman about awards once and he said, "Fans ask me sometimes how many awards I have and I have to admit that I can't say. I'm pretty sure it's eleven Hugos and Nebulas. But whether it's six Nebulas and five Hugos or six Nebulas and five Hugos I don't know." Then he leaned forward and said, "They hate it when you tell them that!"
Sometime later I told this story to Samuel R. Delany once and quick as a wink he said, "Four and two!"
Well, I haven't yet achieved Joe's great accomplishment (and I suspect he's the only one who has), but I've reached the junior varsity version of it in that I'm never sure how many best-of-year anthologies I'm scheduled to be in at any given time.
However, because the contracts came through last week, I know that "Steadfast Castle" will be in David Hartwell's volume and that "Libertarian Russia" will be in Gardner Dozois' book. So this year, it's at least two.
He said modestly.
Above: There I am in PMA's new outdoor sculpture garden. The three-way plug behind me is a Claes Oldenburg sculpture, Philadelphia's third (after the magnificent clothespin near City Hall and the rather weak broken button on Penn campus); there'll be a fourth later this year, a monumental paintbrush commissioned for the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. I'll show you it when it arrives.