ee Pace and I have formed a sci-fi book club. His idea. Without anyone intending it, dinner at a Japanese restaurant in Brooklyn has turned into our club’s unofficial first meeting. There’s and of course, which the actor has read more times than he remembers. He also sings the praises of his favourite writer, Ursula K Le Guin, and the universe-rattling by Cixin Liu. He pulls out his Kindle to show me the series, which he’s currently reading, and to and Arkady Martine’s I have no doubt he’ll read them immediately. “We have to get back together and discuss,” he says.
