#barbican — Public Fediverse posts

One of my favourite views within the Barbican Conservatory.

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Monstera magic: Barbican hands out cuttings as ‘green lung of the city’ closes
By Helena Horton

Five hundred people turn up to adopt plants from conservatory that will reopen in 2030 after renovation project

https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2026/aug/20/barbican-hands-out-plant-cuttings-green-lung-city-closes

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Monstera magic: Barbican hands out cuttings as ‘green lung of the city’ closes https://www.theguardian.com/culture/2026/aug/20/barbican-hands-out-plant-cuttings-green-lung-city-closes #Barbican #Culture #Plants #London #Architecture #ArtAndDesign #Environment #Houseplants #LifeAndStyle #UkNews #England

Tube Map of Queer Authors

Look what a UK friend pointed out to me the other day (thanks, Linda!): a Tube Map of Queer Authors put together by the Barbican & Community Libraries, London.

As usual, they’ve mischaracterised me/my work—I should be on a nexus point between the red, yellow, green, and blue lines—and if I had to be connected to only one line, it should be the red one—after all, I’ve written many more non-SFF novels than SFF. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to distance myself from SFF—I love SFF!—but it’s only part of what I do. Having said that, look at where SFF is placed—the smallest line, looped and self-contained, as though SFF has no influence on (or is influenced by) any other literature. Always relegated to the back corner of the store… Or, well, fuck it, no. Let say sui generis (if a whole genre can be singular).

But, hey, it’s a cool map. And I can’t blame the map makers, really—I mean every critic/reviewer and her mother gets confused about what I write; it’s why I hired publicists last year. Sadly, not even they could turn that liner, steaming majestically ahead on its own course 🙄 Oh, well.

As I say, though, still cool: filling the sandwich of Arthur C. Clarke and Octavia Butler. And hey, how could one possibly complain about being on the bottom line of everything, alongside Sappho??