Showing posts with label Strange Horizons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Strange Horizons. Show all posts

Monday, 28 June 2010

STRANGE HORIZONS: UPDATE


by Anya Martin
By convention's end, a consensus definitely had emerged that this WHC 2010 was one of the best World Horror Cons to date thanks to the abundance of authors, artists, and publishing professionals; a strong and varied programming slate geared to both professionals and readers; and a committed, hardworking staff led by Con Chair Amanda Foubister and Assistant Chair/Programming/Publications Stephen Jones, grand maestro of numerous award-winning horror anthologies and a fixture on the fantasy and horror convention scene since the 1980s.


COLUMN: Scores, by John Clute
The secret of Robert A. Heinlein and Cory Doctorow is that they think SF is true.

FICTION: Out of Sombra Canyon, by Kyri Freeman
In four days, we haven't recaptured any of the hummingbirds we've banded, or even seen one a second time. Without that, we have no way of tracking their movements, learning their behavior, what territory they need.

POETRY: Fathom, by J. C. Runolfson
she wears a dress like waves // dark and churning

REVIEW: This Week's Reviews, posted three times a week
Monday: The Inter-Galactic Playground by Farah Mendlesohn, reviewed by William MinginWednesday: New Model Army by Adam Roberts, reviewed by Nadar ElhefnawyFriday: Cheek by Jowl by Ursula K Le Guin and Imagination/Space by Gwyneth Jones, reviewed by Paul Kincaid


Wednesday, 21 April 2010

STRANGE HORIZONS: UPDATE

FICTION:

Birds, by Benjamin Parzybok
I live in a world that I create. In my world--you've noticed, don't say you haven't--a passing crow might stop and have a conversation about a change in schedule at the city trash pickup, or, for example, the pigeons. It's a world I want to live in, all the rules are mine. Don't argue yet.

POETRY:
Tweaking the World Bundle (Comstock's Synopsis of Improbable Events), by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans
The transformation of Mr. Unger was accomplished / In a nanosecond

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

STRANGE HORIZONS





Strange Horizons is a free weekly online magazine devoted to publishing high-quality speculative fiction, poetry, art and non-fiction.

ARTICLE: Jesse Bullington and The Brutal Invasion of The Brothers Grossbart, by S.J. Chambers
I absolutely love monsters. After all that talk of everything else, I neglected to mention I also wanted to write a book with a lot of monsters. Not just human monsters. I wanted to deal with the question of what is more horrific: a person who is capable of anything, or something that is literally monstrous and out of the bowels of our collective imagination? Rather than just sticking to medieval bestiaries, I tried to incorporate the parallel between different mythologies of similar creatures.
FICTION:
A Brief Investigation of the Process of Decay, by Genevieve Valentine
There was a pause before "interested" that meant "acclimated," as if Mars was going to be just like the rez, except without oxygen.
POETRY
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Deluge, by Mike Allen
When he learned he could drink the stars, he vowed / that even one burning sphere could never be enough.


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Saturday, 14 November 2009

STRANGE HORIZONS


Strange Horizons is a free weekly online magazine devoted to publishing high-quality speculative fiction, poetry, art, and related nonfiction.

ARTICLE:
A History of the Death Ray, by Benjamin Wakefield
Phasers, lasers, masers, disruptors, blasters, pulse rifles, plasma cannons and concussion beams—call it what you will, the directed energy weapon has become a staple element of the science fiction and fantasy genre.

FICTION:
True Names, by Stephanie Burgis
When I let Sam sweet talk me into moving out here to the back of beyond to be his wife, it was all about the romance of the wild, the two of us standing at each other's sides against mountain lions and poisonous snakes, and me learning to be just as fierce against them as any man. Days like today somehow never got mentioned in any of his stories, back then.

POETRY:
f(love) = 0, by Monica M. Eiland
how could I have missed Newton's trick / to finding area where none used to exist?


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