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Jun 3 2011 5:59pm

There was a time when, if you asked me what other world I would most like to travel to, I would have answered Narnia every time. Up until the 1980’s that is, when I read Borderland (New American Library, 1986).

In Bordertown I saw not the innocent magical land of childhood that seemed to reject the hyper-hormonal teen I grew into, but a place that embraced my older, alienated self—full of artists and magic and music—the place I knew waited for me somewhere if only I could find the road, the place where I would find adventure and belonging. It was Greenwich Village and Haight-Ashbury with elves! I gobbled down every subsequent anthology that came out and every novel based in that world.

[My invitation to that party goes as follows]