I've had a Kindle for a few months but aside from loading it up with my own junk, Lawrence Miles' The Book of the World, and recently enjoying Rachel Morgan's tales of robots who eat chocolate and get all hot and bothered over shoes, the poor thing has been a bit neglected. I love paperbacks too much, their garish and often creased covers, the yellowing pages with that warm smell of other times.
However, Andrew Hickey's collection of short stories being the very embodiment of small and perfectly formed makes a lot of sense in this medium, not least considering the subject matter of at least two of these tales. Taking up a mere twenty minutes of my time and yet leaving in its wake the glow of a satisfyingly challenging comic book - minus the pictures - it might seem misjudged as sheets of paper.
Hickey is of course the author of an addictive blog and a number of non-fiction titles, notably the superb Sci-Ence! Justice Leak!, and it proves a very pleasant surprise to find his ideas so well expressed as stories, or at least narratives. In fact to go one further, his prose is effortlessly compelling in a way that very few writers, even great ones, tend to achieve - off the top of my head I can think of Kurt Vonnegut and that's about it. Reading this reminded me of discovering Katherine MacLean's strange tales of systems theory or B.J. Bayley's strange offerings in New Worlds: boldly experimental and yet absolutely accessible. Really, really good.