Pashazade

Acknowledgments

Thanks to

Pathology guy Ed Friedlander MD for answering idiot questions on exactly what happens if someone sticks a spike in your heart. Everyone at rec.arts.sf.science for endless tolerance in the face of questions about genetic manipulation, wheelworlds, gravity and the nasty side-effects of vacuum (okay, we're going back some years here). The now-nameless Islamic academic who provided information on Sufìsm. I'm sorry my Packard Hell P3 trashed all your details. New Scientist, just for existing. Dick Jude, ex head-honcho of Forbidden Planet, New Oxford Street for taking a punt on neoAddix and declaring that 'Weird Shit was a perfectly good publishing category. The Upper Street lunchtime crew, including but not limited to Pat Cadigan, Paul McAuley, Kim Newman and (Jay) Russell Schechter. John Jarrold, ace editor, drinker and quoter of Shakespeare. Maggie Noach (you said it would take four books and you were right ...) A tip of the hat to Martin (Thraxas) Millar, whose novel Milk, Sulphate and Alby Starvation acted as a roadmap to the late 80s. Peter Sherwen, who froze on Bergen bandstand and crashed my bike in Morocco, then decided to ride it back to London because the forks 'weren't that bent.' And finally to my parents. Hindu shrines, Buddhist temples, deserted Far Eastern beaches and yet another bloody chateau ... Much of these books I owe to you. (That's a compliment.)