Seventy-Two Letters by Ted Chiang is such a wild story because it reads like 19th century phrenological nonsense science but is in a world where clearly the laws of the universe are completely different so it’s just like these high class British dudes being like “well yes obviously it is the sperm that provides form to an infant but the ovum that supplies the breath of life itself” and you’re just like sure okay let’s go for it oh what’s that the builders union is upset about being replaced by golems? Sure sure sure ok
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Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.
I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.
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Oh I had just put this on my to-read list a few days ago, it looked interesting
The whole short story collection is incredibly good. Banger after banger thus far. This one is very dense but fascinating.