Sylvia Z. Brodkin (–2005)

One of those anthologies meant to bring SF to the mainstream. The art was disturbing, the poems meaningless (to me) and the stories a mixed-bag. A few influential classics, several clever but ultimately forgettable less familiar stories, and a few that were clearly just the editor's favorites and which had no merit as judged by objective outsiders. Worth picking up if your library has a copy, otherwise don't bother.