October-November 2017 Short Fiction Recs
Snow is falling in thick
flurries past my window as I type this. Winter is finally here; the nights are
long and the daylight brief.
Stories are lights in the
darkness. At least, the right ones can be. And even dark stories can bring
comfort; they can give shape and a semblance of control to that which is chaos;
they let us know that we’re not alone, that others have been through the
darkness, too.
This past fall brought so many
wonderful stories of dark and light, often in the very same piece. I can’t hope
to read more than a tiny fraction of all the worthy work being published these
days. But of all the great stories out now, here are some that I did find and
love. I hope you love some of them, too.
Gone to Wrack and Ruin by Meryl Stenhouse at Empyreome
Magazine
Oh, what a creepy, eerie read! Yeva and her granddaughter Lusine eke out a precarious living from the sea, gutting fish in warehouses and collecting wrack from the shore. There finally seems a chance at prosperity when Lusine’s new husband gets a job on the largest fishing boat in the city, iron-sided and driven by steam. But things go wrong. . . and then more wrong. The sea will claim what it will, and all the sacrifices the city offers cannot stop it. I love all the gritty details in this piece, how they create the sense of a real, lived-in world—from the descriptions of fish-gutting and whale-butchering to the other references to the city’s structure and economy. I love the slow escalation of weirdness which builds and builds, taking unexpected turns. Dark and mesmerizing.
The Better Part of Drowning by
Octavia Cade in The Dark
In this piece, the horror and weirdness kick off right from the start. There are giant, terrifying, man-eating crabs (which also sing!). There are children desperate to live, and those above who exploit them. There’s sweet chowder and sugar and darkness. This is gripping, visceral stuff. Octavia Cade is one of the best horror writers I know.
Glasswort, Ice by Emily Cateno at Lackington’s Magazine
She’s old enough to remember when the ice whales first crept into the subway tunnels and changed everything, when their underwater song fogged the harbour with ice and froze the freighters in their moorings. She’s old enough to remember the first icicles dripping off the washers and dryers of basement laundry rooms.
This is strange, rich, and
gorgeous. Ice whales are besieging a city with their song. An old woman has
lived 72 years with their songs. But perhaps, just perhaps, this might one day change.
An evocative piece that had me feeling
the cold. A story of sisters, persistence, and keeping faith.
River Boy by Innocent Chizaram
at Fireside Fiction.
A haunting, wistful tale of a
River Boy caught between his human family and his supernatural one, between dry
land and his underwater home. The trope of a character caught between human and
supernatural worlds is a common one in fantasy. . . yet Chizaram gives it fresh
life. Heartbreaking, and truly lovely.
1,000-Year-Old Ghosts by Laura
Chow Reeves in Hyphen Magazine
Every time he comes back, he feels more foreign. He says “néih hóu ma,” but she responds in English. She practices with Anne. She learns new words every day.
“One day Anne’s children will not know how to speak our language,”
he tells her.
She wants to say, "Maybe that will be for the best. They will
stop longing for things they cannot have. There will be no reason to leave. Not
everyone can live in between things. Not everyone can survive being split into
two. There are fish that die in saltwater.”
An achingly gorgeous, yearning
piece. The connection to the sea is more tangential than the stories I’ve
listed above, yet it’s there. The narrator’s grandmother pickles painful memories
in jars of salt-water to forget them. She tries to forget her husband, who so
often left her to cross the sea. She doesn’t pass on the language of her birthplace
to her daughter or granddaughter. This story is quite short, yet so sharp and beautiful.
A haunting and complex tale of diaspora, assimilation, loss, and memory.
Also see Yosia Sing’s review (and I thank them for pointing me to this story via their blog!)
Stories of Love and Grief
Chasing Flowers by L. Chan at Podcastle
The sky is raining ashes, grey snow; the air is
heavy with hope. Once a year, the gates are open. Once a year, the dead are
free for a month and then to return.
In modern-day Singapore, Mei
drifts through life unable to truly connect with anyone, downing pills and
hurting herself to deal with her inner pain. In the Chinese afterlife, Lian
means to escape to the land of the living. Their stories intersect in this
gripping, immersive tale of the Chinese Ghost festival, hell, and enduring
love. Keen and beautiful prose, and striking imagery and feeling.
When One Door Shuts by Aimee Ogden at Diabolical Plots
A different story of love and
the dead. In this world, doors have suddenly appeared on every house—doors which bring
back loved ones who passed away. But the dead come back only at a cost. This is a
somber tale of family and mourning and love, and the suspicion that you’re not
as loved as much as another. Quietly devastating.
Strange and Shimmering
Hare’s Breath by Maria Haskins at Shimmer
It's Midsummer’s Eve and even this close to midnight there’s no darkness, only a long, translucent dusk that will eventually slip into dawn.
It's Midsummer’s Eve and even this close to midnight there’s no darkness, only a long, translucent dusk that will eventually slip into dawn.
Britt and I
are fifteen, and she has just come back from That Place, the one the adults
won’t talk about even when they think I’m not listening. Something’s happened
to her there, but I don’t understand what it is, and she can’t find the words
to tell me.
This is one of the most exquisitely
beautiful and heartrending things I have ever read. Swedish folklore and
Midsummer’s Eve magic frame a tale of real-world horror—of a real moment in
history, and a crime which was not limited to Sweden. This crime is revealed
only slowly, and the oblique glances at the horror make it only the more
devastating. Sunlight, flowers, song, magic—these are all contrasted against
the darkness, sharpening both shadow and light. This is the story of those who
can’t fit the roles society demands, who can’t make themselves “fit into small
rooms, into narrow and cramped words.” And it’s the story of what society does
to people like this, how it tries to cut them to fit. Haskins’ control of her
story is remarkable; it’s so perfectly crafted, delicate and shimmering and
utterly devastating.
The Atomic Hallows and the Body of Science by Octavia Cade at Shimmer
Another pick from Shimmer Magazine, and another pick from Octavia Cade. Cade doesn’t just write chilling horror; she also writes of science and science history. Here, she spins a strange, surreal tale from the lives of the scientists and others involved in the development of the atomic bomb. Lise Meitner and Otto Hahn discover nuclear fission in Europe; Oppenheimer leads his team in the desert of New Mexico. Niels Bohr and others make appearances. Dorothy McKibbin, an office manager with the Manhattan Project, witnesses the first testing of the nuclear bomb.
At 5:30 am, a light from the sands flashes toward them, a spear from the waste land stabbed out and shining. The leaves are transubstantiated and the trees turned to brief gold about her--lovely and gleaming in the sterile sunlight.
"I'd never have thought that light had a taste," she says. That taste is lemony, with undertones of burning.
This is a surreal tale of
bold, striking imagery. The atomic blast is a spear, and Lise Meitner’s fingernails
become spears, too. Glyphs appear on Robert Oppenheimer’s neck and paintings
appear on the back of his knees. Armadillo-like plates grown on Dorothy’s McKibbin’s
tongue. Bodies and minds are transformed. This is a story of war, guilt,
betrayal, transformation, and consequences. Cade’s prose shines and startles. I
confess that it’s a work I don’t fully understand, yet it’s spellbinding, and
worth more than one read.
Flash Stories
Elemental Love by Rachel
Swirsky in Uncanny Magazine
A beautiful prose-poem of light. You, dear reader--dear human--are a miracle.
Everyone’s at Our Place EvenThough We’re Gone by Chloe Clark at Ellipsis Zine
An absolutely lovely flash piece of ghosts, love, and the burdens we share. I’m awed by how Clark does so much in so few words.
Novelette
Hungry Demigods by Andrea Tang in GigaNotoSaurus
And oh, this story hits nearly all my buttons. Food. Food magic. Family and cultural code-switching, and can I mention food again? This is the warm, wonderful tale of a Chinese-French-Canadian-baker-witch in Montreal, her family, and the cursed young man she’s trying to help. Within the first few paragraphs, I’d fallen utterly in love with Isabel Chang and her snarky, code-switching banter. This story is charming and delightful, with a wonderful lightness of touch; yet there are also some truly poignant moments about family and the difficulties of love. Also, there are both beignets and cha siu bao.
And for a more spoiler-y take (with
excerpts of some of my favorite lines!) see Yosia Sing’s review
Novella
Water into Wine by Joyce Chng.
Published by Annorlunda Books
Xin has inherited a vineyard on another planet from their late grandfather. In the wake of a divorce and other transitions, Xin decides to uproot their children to try to fulfill their dream of being a vintner—even though they have no experience in the field. Xin’s mother comes along, and is a comforting figure of support. Xin’s vineyard has just started to put forth the first flower buds, and they and their family have just started settling into a new life, when war comes to their new home.
This is a lovely, moving tale
of family, love, war, identity, and endurance. It’s about ordinary people--not military
heroes, not political leaders—just trying to survive war and its aftermath. Xin
and their family undergo many changes during the course of this novella. Near the
beginning of the piece, Xin reveals that they had been taking hormones to
suppress menstrual periods and had been “living openly as a man.” However,
after some time on the new planet of Tertullian VI, Xin decides to discontinue
the hormone treatment and claim a gender identity which is neither man nor
woman. Through the course of this
novella there is love, death, and suffering, but also warmth in family meals
and celebration. There is growth and transformation. Yet there are no easy resolutions,
no simple happy endings. There is an emotional honesty to this piece which I adore.
The prose is spare and graceful, seemingly delicate. Yet underneath is steel.
Nonfiction
The Shape of the Darkness as it Overtakes Us By Dimas Ilaw in Uncanny Magazine
If you read anything at all on this list, please, please read this essay. Dimas Ilaw reminds us why stories matter.
If you are a writer struggling
to create in dark times, you need to read these words:
You don't know me and probably my words will never reach you. But I want to say to you: you have made a difference in my life; you continue to make a difference. You tell me there are things that continue to exist outside of evil, beautiful and defiant and brilliant as fire. You tell me to look at the sky. How high it is, dear reader. How it stretches endlessly on.
You don't know me and probably my words will never reach you. But I want to say to you: you have made a difference in my life; you continue to make a difference. You tell me there are things that continue to exist outside of evil, beautiful and defiant and brilliant as fire. You tell me to look at the sky. How high it is, dear reader. How it stretches endlessly on.
If you are a reader who has
been told that stories don’t matter, that your reading is frivolous,
then you need to read these words:
Reading transforms us as much as it gives stories flesh. Is this not what is needed now? When tyranny would have a monopoly on what must be believed or heeded; when dictators would have us cower in fear, too starved of words to resist or dissent.
Readers join the massive chorus of resistance. You refuse to let
voices be silenced.
Everyone: read the whole thing.
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