Year's Best SF 8

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Harper Collins, Oct 13, 2009 - Fiction - 512 pages
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The best science fiction short stories of 2002 and 2003, selected by David G. Hartwell, one of the most respected editors in the field.

The short story is one of the most vibrant and exciting areas in science fiction today. It is where the hot new authors emerge and where the beloved giants of the field continue to publish.

Now, building on the success of the first seven volumes, Eos will once again present a collection of the best stories of the year in mass market format. Here, gathered by David G. Hartwell, one of the most respected editors in the field, are stories with visions of tomorrow and yesterday, of the strange and the familiar, of the unknown and the unknowable.

With stories from some of the best and brightest names in science fiction, the Year’s Best SF 8 and SF9 is an indispensable guide for every science fiction fan.

 

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User Review  - jcwren - LibraryThing

If this was the best of the year, it was a bad year for science fiction. There were a total of three stories I considered worth the effort of having read. Unless you just want to own the complete set, skip this one. Read full review

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User Review  - xenoi - LibraryThing

A few interesting stories are scattered among a number of disappointing selections. Read full review

Contents

Bruce Sterling
1
Michael Swanwick
14
Eleanor Arnason
41
Geoffrey A Landis
62
Robert Reed
76
Ken Wharton
105
Robert Sheckley
129
Charles Sheffield
137
A M Dellamonica
222
Paul Di Filippo
240
J R Dunn
275
Carol Emshwiller
301
Greg Egan
341
Robert Onopa
402
Jack Williamson
418
Gene Wolfe
435

Ursula K Le Guin
142
Richard Chwedyk
161
Terry Bisson
205
Nancy Kress
448
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About the author (2009)

David G. Hartwell is a senior editor of Tor/Forge Books. His doctorate is in Comparative Medieval Literature. He is the proprietor of Dragon Press, publisher and bookseller, which publishes The New York Review of Science Fiction, and the president of David G. Hartwell, Inc. He is the author of Age of Wonders and the editor of many anthologies, including The Dark Descent, The World Treasury of Science Fiction, The Hard SF Renaissance, The Space Opera Renaissance, and a number of Christmas anthologies, among others. Recently he co-edited his fifteenth annual paperback volume of Year's Best SF, and co-edited the ninth Year's Best Fantasy. John Updike, reviewing The World Treasury of Science Fiction in The New Yorker, characterized him as a "loving expert." He is on the board of the IAFA, is co-chairman of the board of the World Fantasy Convention, and an administrator of the Philip K. Dick Award. He has won the Eaton Award, the World Fantasy Award, and has been nominated for the Hugo Award forty times to date, winning as Best Editor in 2006, 2008, and 2009.

Kathryn Cramer is a writer, critic, and anthologist, and was coeditor of the Year's Best Fantasy and Year's Best SF series. A consulting editor at Tor Books, she won a World Fantasy Award for her anthology The Architecture of Fear.

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