I read an excellent Mike Resnick story last night, “The Elephants on Neptune.” It won a well-deserved Nebula last year. Resnick is really amazing. He writes and publishes so much, and so much of it is good, and every story is so different. Just when I think I’ve got him pinned down, and think “OK, so this is what Mike Resnick is like,” he comes out with something else entirely. This story is dark, and funny, and beautifully written, and perfectly paced. The review at Best SF compares it to Golden Age SF. That’s high praise, and not inaccurate…but to me it really reads like Vonnegut. What a little gem!