Apart from doing a little writing over the past couple of days, I also finished reading Aliens Among Us, edited by Jack Dann and Gardner Dozois. This is a reprint antho published in 2000 containing stories from 1950 to 1997, from many of the big names. In terms of content, it delivers what the title promises: stories of aliens living in disguise on Earth.

Have to admit that this one was a bit of a disappointment, despite the obvious ability of the writers involved. Simply stated, the emphasis here was on writing as opposed to concept, meaning that the interesting stories were often passed over in favor of "better written" ones. I seem to having this feeling more and more often as I read in the genre, and it worries me. SF is supposed to be the literature of ideas, and while the prose should be at a professional level, it is not the place I go for literary rapture - in that case I'll go for litfic, or victorian writing or even, god help me, Yeats.

Best of the bunch were probably "Eight O'Clock in the Morning" by Ray Nelson and "Expendable" by Philip K. DIck, both older stories. The only one I'd read before was "Angel" by Pat Cadigan.