2010-04-06

sovay: (PJ Harvey: crow)
And today, instead of walking around Boston with [livejournal.com profile] fleurdelis28, I have a fever and generally feel as though an object of suitable hyperbolic weight and mass was dropped on me. This is not preferable.

It helps slightly that the mail just arrived with my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #43. This is the shadow issue, and of its shades I particularly recommend Becca De La Rosa's "All Night Wait," Shweta Narayan's "II. Binah as a Child," Francesca Forrest's "Persephone Takes Hades Home," Patricia Russo's "The Shadow Traders," and J.C. Runolfson's "In the Sea Witch's Grotto"; the closer is my flash "The Fool Where Angels Fear." It was not inspired by La strada (1954), which I saw about a week after I'd written the piece for [livejournal.com profile] asakiyume, but clearly it should have been. Fellini may have this effect on the normal flow of time.

And I am not sure I have anything else to contribute to the day's intelligent discourse, so I am going to recommend other people's awesome:

Yoon Ha Lee's "Between Two Dragons." I understand that we live in an imperfect universe and a worse economy; nonetheless, it seems to me seriously backward that some perceptive editor has not yet noticed the spare grace, evocation, and intelligence of stories like "The Shadow Postulates," "Swanwatch," "The Unstrung Zither," and "The Pirate Captain's Daughter"—to name only a few—and collected Lee's work already. In the meantime, I love this story very much. It's made me want to study the Imjin War.

Elizabeth Carroll's "The Duke of Vertumn's Fingerling." Whereas I know nothing of this author except that I would like to see more of her work, stat. I was reminded slightly of Mary Gentle, without wanting to smack her upside the head for Ilario.

Dr. Bouville and the Morose Curate. Yes, these are Twitter accounts. They are the creations of Paula Tatarunis and I only wish I could have seen them illustrated by Edward Gorey or, if he wasn't available, Luis Buñuel. Start from the beginning, with the basic ingredients: black coffee, rolls, and angst.

(I always forget that Lloyd Alexander translated Sartre. When I'm not feverish, I really need to find a copy of The Diary of Anton Roquentin (1949).)
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