Lion Time in Timbuctoo (book, Robert Silverberg, 2014)
I discovered Robert Silverberg late, very recently in fact. I’d probably read a couple of his stories in anthologies here and there, but even though I’d had a bunch of his stuff hanging around the house for over a decade (a legacy of my SFX days), I only got round to reading his work these last six months. What an oversight. Silverberg has become one of my favourite authors.
This collection of stories from the 90s more than adequately demonstrates the man’s amazing imagination, his brilliance with the language, and, most important of all, his deep humanity. This guy gets people, he gets them like Ursula Le Guin gets them – that’s high praise, by the way.
If you’ve not read Silverberg, I recommend you do. Anything. Not necessarily this book, although it’s as good a place as any to start. My favourite story in this collection? Crossing the Empire. Sublime stuff.
For the benefit of readers of this blog, here’s a list of the stories in this particular book:
Lion Time in Timbuctoo
A Tip on a Turtle
In the Clone Zone
Hunters in the Forest
A Long Night’s Vigil at the Temple
It Comes and Goes
Looking for the Fountain
The Way to Spook City