China Mieville
China Mieville
China Tom Miéville FRSLis an English fantasy fiction author, comic writer and academic. He often describes his work as "weird fiction", and belongs to a loose group of writers sometimes called New Weird...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth6 September 1972
attention fiction fantasy
Fantastic fiction covers fantasy, horror and science fiction - and it doesn't get the attention it deserves from the literati.
recovery yes-we-can smell
While yes we can both agree the sudden recovery of this footage smells not a little, and that we appear to be bits of tinfoil-on-string to some malevolent government kitten, yes yes yes but, Borlu, however they've come by this evidence, this is the correct decision.
gold
Anything for gold and experience.
crush fall dark
In the deepest places, where physical norms collapse under the crushing water, bodies still fall softly through the dark, days after their vessels have capsized. They decay on their long journey down. Nothing will hit the black sand at the bottom of the world but algae-covered bones.
stars light rocks
People have wanted to narrate since first we banged rocks together & wondered about fire. There’ll be tellings as long as there are any of us here, until the stars disappear one by one like turned-out lights.
children thinking youth
It felt like being a child again, though it was not. Being a child is like nothing. It's only being. Later, when we think about it, we make it into youth.
hero skills destined
...where's the skill in being a hero if you were always destined to do it?
conspiracy foolish
Is it more childish and foolish to insist that there is a conspiracy or that there is not?
might outcomes infinity
For every action, there's an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers - and one comes true.
too-much used changed
Everything has changed. I cannot be used anymore. Those days are over. I know too much. What I do now, I do for me.
appreciation army men
Old stories would tell how Weavers would kill each other over aesthetic disagreements, such as whether it was prettier to destroy an army of a thousand men or to leave it be, or whether a particular dandelion should or should not be plucked. For a Weaver, to think was to think aesthetically. To act--to Weave--was to bring about more pleasing patterns. They did not eat physical food: they seemed to subsist on the appreciation of beauty.
sky sitting sun
Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk, interrupting the grammar of the sky, with me sitting below it like a footnote.
book sometimes conversation
Books are always obviously having conversations with other books, and some times they're amiable and sometimes not.
regret cowardice understood
I'd never understood the injunction not to regret anything, couldn't see how that wasn't cowardice...