In a modest house on a modest lane in Edina lives a modest-looking woman blessed with a wildly inventive, encyclopedic mind of seemingly galactic proportions.
She is Lois McMaster Bujold, 58, the author of more than 30 works of science-fiction and fantasy-romance adventures. Her books are translated into 21 languages, including Russian, Chinese and Japanese, and her fan mail comes from as far away as Uzbekistan. Battalions of Nebula, Hugo and Mythopoeic awards line the shelves of her neatly decorated home, along with gifts from fans: an ancient Afghani hairpin, a chunk of Saddam Hussein's palace.
If by chance you met her in the grocery store, you'd register a mild-mannered woman in a comfy old sweater and jeans, with soft curves, corn-silk hair and a touch of blue eye shadow. You might notice the slight tremor in her hands ("not Parkinson's," she assures). But you'd never guess that space-borne mercenaries, interstellar invasions, bioengineered bugs, epic love affairs, psychic monsters and battle strategies are swirling in her head.
"I look and act like a soccer mom," she says.
She is anything but.
With more than 1 million books in print, two grown kids and the house paid off, you'd think she'd give it a rest. But Bujold is compulsively at it, surfacing now and then between books to do a reading, answer fan mail, grant an interview or attend a sci-fi conference. "Passage," the third in her Sharing Knife series, is out this week by William Morrow, and as soon as her authorial obligations are met, Bujold will "disappear" again into her writer's space.
It's not all work and no play: She walks (to get ideas flowing), dines with friends (mostly other genre-fiction writers), reads books of all kinds, watches movies and admits to being too-often diverted by the Internet.
"Wikipedia is so dangerous," she said during a recent interview at her home. "You go online to look up the definition of eclampsia, and three hours later you find yourself reading this earnest explanation of tentacle porn in [Japanese] anime."