Waldrop is back in Austin recovering from his latest bout with the health industrial complex. He had quintuple bypass surgery this summer then some follow-up stuff just for fun. The good news is that the VA hospital forgave part of the cost. The bad news is that he will need to sell a few more stories to Playboy and The New Yorker to pay the rest of the bill.
We really don’t want Howard to die, then for some geniuses to discover him and make movies and tons of moolah for his descendants—although since Ed Park selected Other Worlds, Better Lives as one of the Best SF Books of 2008 in the LA Times, maybe interns in La-La Land will alert the higher-ups and someone will read the book and before you can say Bo Diddley, “A Dozen Tough Jobs” will be in the theaters.
So maybe while we wait for that (and for Howard to finish The Moone World) to happen we will ask Howard to write up some more bloggity posts about all this and make a pretty little book out of it. We could ask a Texas illustrator or two to make some pretty pictures, send the pages to Howard to sign (he’s getting better every day, he can sign some pages), and maybe raise some money for the guy io9 says Built Your Crappy Future Word by Word. (He also built some excellent pasts.) So, maybe in spring?