Jonathan Strahan (by Francesca Myman)
I started the year with good intentions. I intended to read every piece of short fiction that I could lay my hands on, every major novel, every exciting debut or anthology or short story collection and more. I would read
all the things. This is the story of how I did not read all the things. I did not even read most of the things.
Way back in January, everything seemed simple. I hadn’t heard of a growing problem in China; I’d just delivered my
Year’s Best SF anthology to the publisher and finished my part in