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Podcast #104. My Life as an SF Writer. Cyberpunk and Transrealism.

March 6, 2018. Talking to Tim Fitzmaurice’s class at Crown College, UC Santa Cruz. What it’s like to be an SF writer. Cyberpunk and transrealism as revolutionary art. Press the arrow below to play “Podcast #104. My Life as an SF Writer. Cyberpunk and Transrealism.”


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2 Responses to “Podcast #104. My Life as an SF Writer. Cyberpunk and Transrealism.”

  1. edmund lawrence Says:

    rudy…when we were kids in louisville
    i was awestruck by your intelligence.
    your brain worked in ten dimensions simultaneously,in fact,your cortical functions probably influanced me to become a brain surgeon. After 20000 brain operations i havent come,close to
    understanding your internuncial connections and have decided all your neurons,are panpsychic….each with its own soul.I have followed your career with interest and i am glad to see that a cerebral hemorrhage has not damaged your genius. You are still an extraordinary example…..a gnarly example to use your word..of how a brain can work miracles into a seeming mundane world.

    keep inspiring my pedestrian

  2. Rudy Rucker Says:

    Ned? Ned Lawrence from Louisville? Wow. Thanks for the kind words. I think you were a year younger than me, we went to St. Francis together, and you were in the “Chevalier Literary Society” high-school fraternity with me. I seem to remember hanging around with you and Roger Smith sometimes. I think we were in the choir. I remember Roger would tweak the lyrics of the hymns to be obscene, with his voice very sweet, like “Jesus loves you, why not … etc.” At one point you were supposed to make a paddle for me, when you were pledging for Chevalier, and where I’d written “Old English lettering” some guy had changed the “Olde” to “New” and you came up with a rather unique font, I think you made it yourself. Good job! Those were happy days, to the extent that anyone is “happy” in high-school, what with the worries about finding one’s way to love, to college, to a career, not that we worried all that much, feckless young lads that we were. And we didn’t yet have to worry about getting Olde!

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