Charles Stross
The Laundry Files, a series of works in prose fiction, stands as the work most closely associated with Charles Stross, a British writer whose output moves across several distinct genres without settling into any single one.
Stross was born on 18 October 1964 in Leeds and is a citizen of the United Kingdom. He was educated at the University of Bradford and has also worked as a pharmacist, a professional path that places him among the relatively small number of science fiction writers to have maintained a career outside literature alongside their writing. He works in English across science fiction, fantasy, and horror fiction, frequently treating those modes as complementary rather than separate.
That range across genres is reflected in the awards Stross has received. He holds the Hugo Award for Best Novella and the Locus Award for Best Novella, and he has also received the Locus Award for Best Fantasy Novel and the Locus Award for Best Science Fiction Novel — a spread across categories that few writers accumulate. Beyond those, he has received the Sidewise Award for Alternate History and the Edward E. Smith Memorial Award, further marking the variety of contexts in which his work has been recognised.
The Laundry Files remains the series most identified with his name, and the awards gathered across best science fiction and best fantasy categories suggest a body of work that draws on more than one tradition. The Edward E. Smith Memorial Award, given in recognition of contributions to science fiction, provides a concrete anchor for understanding where Stross stands within that field, even as his writing in horror and fantasy complicates any simple accounting of his career.
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There isn’t very much of the little boy left in Oscar; he didn’t get to his position without being able to keep it under very tight control.
Sociopath” was one of the most useful concepts that Miriam’s Memetic Engineering Task Force had imported from the United States: Erasmus’s Propaganda Ministry had been working overtime to raise awareness of it as an Anti-Democratic Problem: “People who think People are Things.
I don’t mind going without clothes, but being without a microprocessor is truly stripping down. It’s like asking a sorcerer to surrender his magic wand, or a politician to forswear his lies.
What I read: while I’m writing, I tend to go off reading fiction for relaxation – especially the challenging stuff. It’s too much like the day job.
We use committees for all the ulterior purposes for which they might have been designed: diffusion of executive responsibility, plausible deniability, misdirection, providing the appearance of activity without the substance, and protecting the guilty.
All right.” Panin sips at his wine. “Excuse me, but – there is a personal connection?” “What?” “You appear unduly upset... ” “Yes.” She looks at her hands. “The missing officer is my husband.” Panin puts his glass down and leans back, very slowly, with the extreme self-control of a man who has just realized he is sharing a table with a large, ticking bomb. “Is there anything I can do to help?” “Yes.
Death is really no more than the voluntary liquidation of an economy of microscopic free agents, the redemption of the debt of structured life.
Anyway, you don’t have to be terribly intelligent to complete a PhD,” Karim grumps. “You just need to be stupidly persistent. If anything, being too smart gets in the way –.
There are good ways and bad ways to get my attention. Whacking on my ego with a crowbar will get my attention, sure, but it’s not going to leave me well disposed to the messenger.
The Laundry field operations manual is notably short on advice for how to comport one’s self when being held prisoner aboard a mad billionaire necromancer’s yacht, other than the usual stern admonition to keep receipts for all expenses incurred in the line of duty.