The Elegant Confusions of Appleseed: John Clute's Space Opera for the Post-Modern Age

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By: Karen Burnham

Issue: 16 February 2004

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Karen Burnham's day job involves engineering. Her love of science fiction and of science have gone hand in hand over the years. Her love of reading of all kinds exceeds both. Her previous contributions to Strange Horizons can be found in our Archive.

About Karen Burnham

Karen Burnham is vocationally an electromagnetics engineer and avocationally a science fiction critic and book reviewer. Her writing appears in venues such as Locus, NYRSF, SFSignal.com, and Cascadia Subduction Zone. Her book on the work of Greg Egan came out from University of Illinois Press in 2014. Professionally she worked for several years on NASA projects, and currently lives near Baltimore in the United States.

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