by James Morrow
Another shortlisted Hugo novella. I liked it a fair deal. It's creative, funny, and makes its presentation on the tangled ethics of Hiroshima forcefully and uniquely. The premise is that a ’40s movie maker gets ropped into the other secret military poject the Americans are working on besides the atom bomb--a giant radioactive lizard they call Godzilla. Wacky hijinks ensue, as does some strong characterization, a surprisingly tight plot and some ending effective musings about the use and misuse of destructive apocalyptic power.
Worse than: Truth by Robert Reed
Better than: The Women of Nell Gwynne’s by Kage Baker