I am very sorry to hear of the death of SF writer Ian Watson. I recently re-read, with great pleasure, Whores of Babylon, a book I can recall purchasing new when it was first released many decades ago. I can also remember scouring one of the many second hand bookstores that used to be common in subterranean Sydney and finding an almost new copy of Deathhunter, back on one of my hunts with my mate Stephen. I borrowed Miracle Visitors from Cheso library as a teenager, and remembering scaring myself silly at one stage, probably not just because of the novel, but because I was suitably stuffed with Forteana and John Keel and Men in black. RIP.
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