Short SF Marathon Day 8: Jeffrey Ford, Karen Joy Fowler, Max Gladstone

Jeffrey Ford, “The Prelate’s Commission.” Subterranean, Winter 2014.

It’s interesting how these stories in this list run in packs, despite being listed in alphabetical order of their writer. Here we have three fantasy stories that each attempt to put a new spin on an old tale; in “The Prelate’s Commission” it’s the religious horror story. The talented assistant of a renaissance master artist gets a commission to point a true portrait of the devil, on pain of auto-da-fe. Things do not go according to the prelate’s plan.

This is an odd complaint to make, I understand, but to me this story failed because it wasn’t formulaic enough, because the doom of the assistant wasn’t brought down on him by his own actions. In a deal with the devil story either that’s what happens, or you outsmart him somehow; here he had too much agency.

Karen Joy Fowler, “Nanny Anne and the Christmas Story.” Subterranean, Winter 2014.

Karen Joy Fowler meanwhile attempts to blow new life into another hoary genre, the Christmas horror/changeling story, about a little girl who is sure something is wrong with her nanny slowly assuming the role of her mother, but her twin sister can’t see it. Starts off slow, had to get myself over the hump, but ends in an interesting, somewhat unexpected place. Karen Joy Fowler’s writing is always a pleasure to read and it’s no different here.

Max Gladstone, “A Kiss with Teeth.” Tor.com, October 29, 2014.

Finally Max Gladstone writes a vampire story about the vampire, the original, the one called Vlad, who has changed and is living in American suburbia, out of love for his wife, the vampire hunter who fell in love with him. Now Vlad is Tempted once again, by his young son’s primary school teacher.

As with each of these three stories, there’s a slow buildup of dread as you fear you know where it is going, but Gladstone veers off at the last moment and does so without betraying that dread. What you feared would happen, could’ve happened, on another day.

Short SF Marathon Day 7: Amal El-Mohtar, Ruthanna Emrys, K. M. Ferebee

Amal El-Mohtar, “The Truth About Owls.” Strange Horizons, January 26, 2015 (originally published in Alisa Krasnostein and Julia Rios (eds.), Kaleidoscope, Twelfth Planet Press, 2014).

A trio of fantasy stories this time, the first being about a Lebanese girl transplanted to Scotland, who becomes fascinated with owls, The Mabinogion and the Welsh language. Anisa has a secret, a power she can unleash when she’s angry with somebody, a power that can hurt and harm them, a power that makes no distinction in whom it hurts.

It’s the sort of magical thinking we’ve all sometimes have worried about, that if you’re angry at somebody you love and in the heat of your anger, you curse them one way or another, that if something bad them happens to them, it’s your fault. For Anisa this seems to be reality, rather than guilty feelings, all bound up with being a stranger in a strange land because of her curse being able to win some grudging acceptance or at least wariness from her class mates. Whether or not the magic is real here isn’t the point; that Anisa believes it to be is.

A very humane story and the resolution has all the feels.

Ruthanna Emrys, “The Litany of Earth.” Tor.com, May 14, 2014.

This is a story I’ve read before and put on my mental shortlist for the Hugos. It’s still there.

There’s been an ongoing controversy/debate about Lovecraft, his place in horror/fantasy and the desirability for a major fantasy award to be named after a notoriously racist writer. It’s not just that he held disgusting opinions in real life, but that his racist attitudes form the core of his horror fiction, with all its degenerated and inherently evil races of subhumans plotting to bring about the end of the world. This story is an answer to this racism, by imaging how the people of Innsmouth would’ve been treated in the real world of Japanese-American internment camps, Jim Crow laws and the Trail of Tears.

K. M. Ferebee, “The Earth and Everything Under.” Shimmer #19, 2014.

A slice of life story of a witch dealing with her grief at the death of her husband, in a world where witchcraft can get you killed, who attempts to contact her from beyond the grave. A quiet story, told with little drama, set in some part of what looks to me the American countryside, sometime in the past century. As such it fits in perfectly with that whole tradition of matter of fact American fantasy, where it’s rooted both in the traditions that European settlers took with them from their home countries and the day to day life of living in a new country.

I hadn’t heard about K. M. Ferebee before, but based on this, she’s an author I need to find more of.

Short SF Marathon Day 6: Cortázar, Crosshill, Davis

Julio Cortázar, “Headache.” Tor.com, September 3, 2014 (first English translation).

Now this is interesting. This is a short story originally written in 1951 and never translated before, by an Argentine writer who was one of the major players in the boom in literature in South America in the 1960s and 1970s, published at what may be the site the closest to the heart of genre science fiction. There’s always been whole worlds of science fiction and fantasy cut off from genre, written in different traditions or by writers who don’t think of themselves as genre writers; sometimes the dreaded words “magic realism” might also be uttered, as you may be tempted to in this case. A Spanish language writer telling a story of imaginary animals raised by people who suffer from various just as imaginary diseases and afflictions brought on — perhaps — by those animals? That’s the textbook example of magic realism, isn’t it?

It certainly is an intriguing story, one you know you can’t suck the meaning out off in just one read. It actually made me slightly nauseous reading it, evoking as it does through its language the feeling of migraine onset. I can’t compare the translation (by Michael Cisco) to the original, but on its own it’s got a brilliant hallucinary quality.

Tom Crosshill, “The Magician and Laplace’s Demon.” Clarkesworld, December 2014.

This on the other hand is a much more traditional mixture of fantasy and science fiction, in which the world’s first self aware AI becomes aware of the existence of magic and magicians and sets out to hunt them down to be able to understand and use the last thing in the universe outside his ken. A decent story, well told.

Amanda C. Davis, “Loving Armageddon.” Crossed Genres, July 2, 2014.

Compared to “Headache”, this is a much more self conscious attempt at a magic realist story, or sketch rather, of the man with a hand grenade for a heart and the woman who loves him. It almost seems as if this is meant as a metaphor. Almost.

Short SF Marathon Day 5: Carroll, Ciriello, Cooney

Siobhan Carroll, “The Year of Silent Birds.” Beneath Ceaseless Skies, January 9, 2014.

This is an epic fantasy short story, if that isn’t an oxymoron, a story that hints at a much bigger world than it can show in the space available without being incomplete. A woman comes back from the dead to save the son of her sister from execution, in the process learning that even the undead still aren’t save from politics. Carroll has a good eye for imagery and the opening with the protagonist moving through deep, silent snow while the birds in the forest have frozen on their branches will stay with me a while.

Dario Ciriello, “Free Verse.” Free Verse and Other Stories, Panverse, 2014.

Ever since I first read Isaac Asimov’s The End of Eternity I’ve been a sucker for parallel worlds/cross time travel craziness and this delivers in spades. It reminded me a lot of the sort of stories Keith Laumer used to write. For me, this is high praise.

C. S. E. Cooney, “Witch, Beast, Saint: an Erotic Fairy Tale.” Strange Horizons, July 21, 2014.

I’m not a real fan of modern fairy tales, nor of erotic fantasy perse, but this was worth overcoming my prejudices. Filthy, kinky, written in a way that you can believe the relationship between the witch, her enchanted man-beast and the saint who transforms him back to the man he used to be. Cooney is a writer I didn’t know anything about, but now need to read more of.

Short SF marathon Day 3&4: Bell, Black, de Bodard, Butner, Bowes, Brenchley

Helena Bell, “Lovecraft.” Clarkesworld, October 2014.

My mother visited yesterday, so I had no time to post then. Hence six stories today, the first of which is a domestic horror drama, about a middle aged woman who carries a mouth on her collar bone, through which she spews cthulhu and the young woman who starts to care for her and one special cthulhu. A deftly done kitchen sink drama, so to speak, but I’m not quite sure which period it’s supposed to be set in and if the “Howard” in the story is meant to be the Lovecraft of the title. It left me slightly dissatisfied.

Holly Black, “Ten Rules for Being an Intergalactic Smuggler (the Successful Kind).” Lightspeed, September 2014.

This was a, fun, old fashioned adventure science fiction story, of a young woman who stows away on her uncle ship and learns the hard way how to become a successfull smuggler. There’s nothing really surprising or new about the story, but the way Black tells it makes all the difference. I’d like her to write more about Tera Lloyd and her new, alien partner, as this pretty much feels like an origin story.

Aliette de Bodard, “The Days of the War, as Red as Blood, as Dark as Bile.” Subterranean, Spring 2014.

This is another short story set in the same universe as On a Red Station, Drifting, set in the same slow burning civil war featured in that as well. If you like this setting, you’ll this, but it is a bit of a story fragment rather than a complete story, a feeling I have with more of her short work.

It is in fact something I’ve noticed with quite of the short stories I’ve read so far, that they set up and briefly explore a situation, before ending. Few of the stories seem to tell a fully rounded story; sometimes this looks like a deliberate choice, as with “Lovecraft”, just a slice out of somebody’s life intersected with the strange, sometimes it seems as if the writer’s running out of steam. Is this an internet thing?

Richard Butner, “Circa.” Interfictions Online #3, May 2014.

I read this two hours ago and already need to dip back into the story to see what it was about. Not a good sign, but this is a ghost story in which two eighteen year old friends go for a sleep over in an old house in 1984, he makes at her, she rejects them, then he sees her future self when she’s on the toilet. They meet up again in 2014 the night before the house will be demolished, talk about their separate lives since then and then he sees the ghost of her past self.

Trite is the word for it. Midlife crisises are not made more interesting with a mild application of the supernatural.

Richard Bowes, “Sleep Walking Now and Then.” Tor.com, July 9, 2014.

I’ve read stories like this before, in uninspiring volumes of Gardner Dozois’ Year’s Best, a slightly meandering, overlong story of future decadence, clumsily written, where the writer feels the need to mention that New York is now the Big Arena three or four times in the course of the story. Anyway, a future theatre production is set in an old hotel, showcasing several acts of violence that happened in its turbulent past, through which the audience can walk and look on to. All it’s missing is a third act…

There’s the hint of a decent story here, but the writing needs to be tightened a lot.

Chaz Brenchley, “The Burial of Sir John Mawe at Cassini.” Subterranean, Spring 2014.

I’m a bit wary of Space:1899 style retrofuture steampunk stories, but if you like that sort of thing, this is a good example of how to do it properly. On a Mars where the British presence is barely tolerated by the natives, who, in a neat twist, aren’t so much the people who dug the canals but the people who live in the canals and the crater lakes, a man hanged for violating the Charter is being buried with all the pomp and circumstance the city of Cassini can give him. As Old Cobb, the gravedigger finds out, something else is going on though.

What made this story for me was that Brenchley is fully aware of the nastiness of the British Empire he depicts, even though this isn’t noticable on the surface of it. It makes me curious to see if this was a oneshot or if he has written more in this universe.