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Antony Johnston’s guest editorial considers influences. We all have them but everybody’s are different. In what he tells us will be his last column for Interzone Jonathan McCalmont lauds the spread of short stories exploring the experiences of the oppressed and marginalized but bemoans the fact that this has not travelled over into the genre’s main novel publishing outlets. In Time Pieces Nina Allan argues that the influence of Hugo Gernsback was to the detriment of both the genre and the mainst...
A strong issue, however, my personal favourite stories were 'Opium for Ezra' by T.R. Napper and 'Never the Twain' by Michael Reid.
An average issue, with interesting stories by Antony Johnston, Michael Reid and Alexandra Renwick.- "Beautiful Quiet of the Roaring Freeway" by James Sallis: a couple take a ride in a car with a driver in this future where other cars have a difference- "Soul Music" by Antony Johnston: on an colony world isolated when their wormhole collapsed, an artist is offered a guitar by her ex-abusive boyfriend. Little does she know the contents of the guitar would become the centrepiece of her next artisti...
My favourite story this issue was Michael Reid's Never the Twain. A beautiful sad, sad story about living two lives, and about dying in one of them. My glasses got a little bit misty. "I lie there, listening to the sobbing, feeling like a monster because I can't stop dying."
There are seven new short stories in the new Interzone, all in the fair-to-good range, but no real fire starters. Two of them stood out for me: “Schrodinger’s” by Julie C. Day has the craftiest premise – two strippers and a physicist open a strip club that puts the titular scientist’s famous theorem into practice. The imagery, especially detailing what goes on inside the club’s “quantum refrigerator”, is prismatic and multifarious, and the two dancers-turned-entrepreneurs have a sweet and affect...
Whether stereotypes, caricatures, “obedient characters” or real people, the reader is not you but Ezra, and this story is its own drug transcending the 19th century opium of any steampunk travesty.“The fusion reactor wound up, making a noise akin to young girls screaming.”The detailed review of this book posted elsewhere under my name is too long or impractical to post here.Above is one of my observations at the time of the review.
