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The Condition of Muzak

Michael Moorcock
Michael Moorcock

The Dancers At The End of Time

Michael Moorcock
Michael Moorcock

Series: Corum

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What's New and Different in the Gollancz Michael Moorcock Collection

All volumes in this collection have been revised and/or corrected by Michael Moorcock and his long-time bibliographer John Davey, and thoroughly re-copyedited to ensure the best possible consistency and continuity across the whole collection. Some of these changes are minor, but others are more wide-ranging and substantial. These are truly the definitive editions.

Where to Begin Your Michael Moorcock Reading by Editor Marcus Gipps

Where to Start Reading

Gollancz is deeply proud to be publishing the (almost) complete genre works of Michael Moorcock, an author who has had an incalculable influence on many genres. Fantasy, SF, literary fiction, spy fiction, steampunk, time-travel stories, planetary romances – Moorcock has written a little bit of everything, and he always does it well.

John Clute Introduces the Collected Moorcock

The Background of the Collected Moorcock

He is now over 70, enough time for most careers to start and end in, enough time to fit in an occasional half-decade or so of silence to mark off the big years. Silence happens. I don't think I know an author who doesn't fear silence like the plague; most of us, if we live long enough, can remember a bad blank year or so, or more. Not Michael Moorcock.


I Lost My Cherry to a White Wolf

There are many authors that have influenced my writing, but without a doubt, it was Michael Moorcock who really opened my eyes to the true potential of the fantasy/sci-fi genre. You see, in some ways before I stumbled on his works I was something of a literary virgin.


Michael Moorcock and Epic Fantasy

Conan was strong and Aragorn was noble, but Elric was a sickly albino who needed a cocktail of exotic drugs just to get out of bed, let alone cut his mighty swathe; or else a demonic sword that ate the souls of his victims - and friends - in order to keep him on his feet - a willing submission to the sort of thing that Aragorn so explicitly has no truck with, and that Conan has no need of.