I discovered Bob Shaw after picking up an ageing paperback of The Two Timers. I was looking for something to read late one night and I came across the yellowed book hidden in a bookcase. I'd always hoped to discover something magnificent, and this was it. It was like finding a hidden room in my own house. Two nights ago, I finished Night Walk, and before that, Dagger of the Mind. Plus a couple of short story collections. They're slightly dated but dated to that nostalgic time when I was growing up. It's like time travel. The descriptions are terse and original, with an underlying sly wit and wordplay. And the books are crammed with brilliant ideas. Who can ask for more? Tonight I'll travel back in time and into the future since I just bought The Palace of Eternity.
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