Greg Egan
Greg Egan
Greg Eganis an Australian science fiction writer...
NationalityAustralian
ProfessionScientist
Date of Birth20 August 1961
CountryAustralia
years branches diaspora
Diaspora starts about a thousand years from now. Most of human civilisation has moved inside computers; essentially, a major branch of our descendants consists of conscious software.
winning perspective nominations
I hadn't given much thought to the prospect of a Hugo nomination at the time it happened, but obviously once you're nominated, winning one seems a bit less far-fetched than before.
writing things-change interest
I don't have any structured grand plan; I just intend to keep writing about the things that interest me-some of which change, some of which don't.
years want doe
How does it feel to be seven thousand years old? That depends. On what? On how I want to feel.
self islands inventory
Mathematics catalogues everything that is not self-contradictory; within that vast inventory, physics is an island of structures rich enough to contain their own beholders.
people stories
A story in Asimov's is read by hundreds of thousands of people.
book conceited firsts
Australian SF book publishing has undergone a boom recently, and sometimes it's easier for new writers to sell a book to a local publisher first, which then makes a US edition more likely.
flying kind pops
Pop science goes flying off in all kinds of fashionable directions, and it often drags a lot of SF writers with it. I've been led astray like that myself at times.
culture humans screws
Screw every known human culture.
dark years skulls
I was six years old when my parents told me that there was a small, dark jewel inside my skull, learning to be me.
tough-times may stranger
The Universe may be stranger than we can imagine, but it's going to have a tough time outdoing Egan.
suffering quality way
Being rewarded for anything other than the quality of their work is the fastest way to screw-up a writer-and it isn't only new ones who suffer from that.
cages emerging loses
On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.
force
For there is a truth which cannot be bought or sold, imposed by force, resisted or escaped.