A new story! This one is published by Expanded Horizons, and concerns, among other things, a new colony world, a new language, a very ordinary Indian household, and a garden.
Ur by Iona Sharma (4500 words)
The mali came in the morning to talk about their plans for the garden. “Flowers, madam,” he said, firmly. “We must have flowers.”
Edited to add! A lovely review of this story from Paige Kimble.
A new story! This is, as a friend described, a sort-of post-apocalyptic story about lawyers, published by Goldfish Grimm’s Spicy Fiction Sushi. (It’s a great name for a magazine, I love it.)
One-Day Listing by Iona Sharma
People say that the asteroid that destroyed 47 Piscium was set in motion by a passing star. That it was a handful of dust coalesced into rock, with a bare nothing of a molten core, minding its own business out on the far reaches of traversed space, until its nearest star puffed off its outer layers in a radiant twinkling and it tumbled into history contrariwise to the spin of the galaxy.
I have another story forthcoming with Expanded Horizons, “Ur” (which is neither post-apocalyptic nor about lawyers), on which more anon.
Another review! This time, of the second season of the NBC sitcom Parks and Recreation, one of my favourites, for The F-Word: In praise of Leslie Knope: feminism and small-town politics.
And! Luna Station Quarterly, the women’s speculative fiction magazine for which I’m assistant editor, has released Issue 17. Out of this issue I particularly liked Scylla In Blue Light, by Sandi Leibowitz.
I am very fond of Call The Midwife, the BBC period drama about the lives of young midwives in the East End of the 1950s – it’s tender, beautifully shot and sharp when you least expect it. A little late but better than never, here I am reviewing its second season for The F-Word, with a particular focus on how carefully it evokes its feminist themes.
I wrote this piece in December, in a first rush of inchoate anger; in the time between writing it and its acceptance for publication events marched on rather, and I’ve made some changes to reflect that, but I’ve changed nothing else. It’s not a nice piece of writing, it’s neither kind nor optimistic. It’s nothing like, well, what I write. But I stand by it now, every word.
Written for Ultra Violet, an Indian feminist collective: The Creation of a Narrative Frame: The Delhi Gang Rape and the Mainstream Media (TW for rape and violence)
I am an assistant editor on Luna Station Quarterly, an online magazine devoted to the vast and varied talents of female speculative fiction writers. Issue 13, the first issue I’ve been involved with, has just gone online, and I’m very pleased to be a part of it. The stories are all worth reading, but the stand-out is “The Warrior’s Dance” by Sandi Leibowitz, a warm, engaging, compelling window into another world. It shows off, with grace and assurance, what great truths you can unfold in the genre. I liked it very, very much.
Another one I liked particularly was the short, sweet, delightful, “Entry #92” by Tara Abrahams, and “The Colours of Apple“, which is a perfectly little fairy tale.
I have a post up at the Lashings of Ginger Beer blog today, on space stations, science fiction, and the politics of community. I could write a thesis on this topic, I think: on why we have science fiction, what it is for, and why, like me and real life, it really doesn’t have to be serious business all the time.
(Image from sketch drawn by John Eaves, via memory alpha.)
Published by Mad Norwegian Press in November 2012, it’s a collection of essays charting female fans and the history of Doctor Who from the 1960s to the present. My contribution is called “All The Way Out To The Stars”, and it’s at once an examination of season 10B, the year of specials, and an extended maundering on why the Doctor creates heroes everywhere he goes. It’s available from MWP, from Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk, as well as local bookshops (yay, independents) and Forbidden Planet have a tonne of signed copies, something to which I can personally attest. 🙂 It’s a great book: thoughtful, diverse and hilarious – and I’m very proud to be a part of it.
(Image from Mad Norwegian Press.)