Adventures in eating meant I wandered into this one as one panelist was discussing how white is the color of purity. Which apparently was about the time they stopped talking about colors.
In which the narrator takes a bus from a dreary little town in the rain, on the verge of nightfall, and to a wonderful valley filled with greenery and lions and unicorns, and in which those who got off the train, are nothing more than ghosts.
Some interesting criteria. One panelist chose Patricia McKillip on the grounds she would read a new work by her sight unseen. Another chose James Blish because unlike, say, Ursula K. LeGuin, if he had heard that a nearby university had acquired an unpublished work or even letters by Blish, he would immediately make time to go to the university to read.
Another Ciaphas Cain book. There are only a few points that might boggle the reader who has not read the previous books in the series, but there are some.