A short story by Jon Ingold. When I first read this, in a Cambridge May Anthology, I thought "this chap must write Interactive Fiction". It turns out he does, and writes very good IF. He's also a maths teacher now, I believe - but he also wrote this several years ago, and it's a lovely little short story about all the things you can only do in writing.

"What this magazine requires," he said, "is red-blooded, one-hundred-per-cent dynamic stuff, palpitating with warm human interest and containing a strong, poignant love-motive." "That," we replied, "is us all over, Mabel." "What I need at the moment, however, is a golf story." "By a singular coincidence, ours is a golf story." Lovely short Wodehouse about the coming of Gowf to a far-off land.

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat."

“This is who we are.” Duncan Fyfe is writing again; twelve short stories - presumably, one a month - set in the world of games. Writing fiction about something as a way of writing about something; he ends up with not only good - and acute - games writing, but just good writing, plain and simple. So good to have him back.

"I'm continually drawn in by the belief that everyone finds their own way through life, age, cities, networks, whatever. And as Meehan's tale recounts, it's the whispers we leave on the wind that entice others to follow our hints." Just go and read the story; it's wonderful, and the fragments George picks out so carefully constructed. That made my evening.

Wells short story I don't know; a lovely tale of (literal) tele-vision. Linked to by Rod elsewhere.

This story is copyright 1974 by Ursula K. Le Guin. It is transcribed from Le Guin's collection The Compass Rose because I'd like my friends to read it.

Very elegant