As I had to spend a couple of hours on BART yesterday, I took a book with me. I picked up Kelley Eskridge’s Dangerous Space, because it was lighter (in weight) than the Cat Valente I was in the middle of reading. I am very impressed. Most of the stories have been published elsewhere, but the title work appears to be new. Novella by the looks of the page count. Hmm…

By the way, it was “Dangerous Space” that reminded me that Franz Ferdinand would be a good way of blasting the darn Christmas music out of my head. Not that Noir is likely to be based on any particular band, but the Glasgow boys had already drifted into my head before I discovered that Noir had a song called “Kill me now!” (Sorry folks, you have to read the story to understand this.)