Short fiction recs! February--April 2020
I normally post these short fiction recommendations on a bimonthly basis, but--gestures helplessly at the world around us now--I found my focus a bit lacking earlier this spring, and didn't get as much reading done as usual. Last month was a bit better, and as a bonus you get a longer rec list covering the last three months.
Fantastical worlds and alternate realities in Beneath Ceaseless Skies
“The Ordeal” by M. Bennardo
His
father had told him of Alpinia’s trials by ordeal, but he had thought they must
have certainly disappeared with so many other superstitious customs in so many
other places at the dawning of the rational twentieth century.
In his work, Bennardo has
often used fantastical worlds and situations to explore serious philosophical
and ethical questions. In this latest story, he spins an alternate-history
story of a young American man on his Grand Tour of Europe. While passing
through the (fictitious) country of Alpinia to visit his father’s friend, the
Grand Duke, young Waller is horrified to stumble upon a case of Alpinia’s justice
system at work, in which a person’s innocence or guilt is decided not by
evidence, but by a “trial of ordeal” with justice supposedly rendered by God. Waller
does his best to use evidence and logic to push back against what he sees as a
travesty of justice. But how do you reason against faith? What can you do when
confronted with absolute, immovable faith? And what would the consequences be
if Waller did indeed manage to destroy the Grand Duke’s adamant faith in God
and Alpinia’s justice system? There are no easy answers at all, of course, and Bennardo’s
story is a fascinating and imaginative exploration of these issues. A striking
and original piece.
“John Simnel’s First Goshawk”
by Tegan Moore
This
is how you break a hawk: wait him out. It’s simple but not easy. Eventually he
must sleep; if the falconer is alert to see the moment his hawk concedes, slips
away to sleep despite his fear, then the bird begins to be his.
Beautiful speculative
historical fiction about a pretender to King Henry Tudor’s throne, based upon
the real-life story of Lambert “John” Simnel. If you were a boy who once
believed he was king, how do you go back to life as a commoner? If you were a
boy who’s always been used by others, trained to perform first one role and
then another, how do you find your own freedom?
“To Balance the Weight of Khalem” by R.B. Lemberg
One
evening, I fall into the sidewise market by accident. Too hungry to think much
or notice where I’m going, I take a wrong turn; pass under a stone arch I have
not noticed before.
A
hungry student stumbles into the sidewise market and upon a vendor of magical
onions. Onions carved into the shape of the city of Khalem, the city in which
this student resides, although not the city where the student was born. The
student fled to Khalem years ago, fleeing war, and is now on the verge of
leaving for yet another city, fleeing war again. This is a complex, layered
story of war, exile, immigration, and running. It’s a story about a magical
city that is chained in balance, and it’s also about the chains of family, and
about being seen as other than you really are. Like all Lemberg’s stories, this
is gorgeously written and richly textured.
“Never a Butterfly, Nor a Moth with Moon-Painted Wings” by
Aimee Ogden
You
were still a secret moon riding high in my belly when we came to Ksmal. The
People of the Butterfly had lived in the valleygreen a hundred years before the
war drove us out and into Ksmala arms, but a hundred years was not enough to
make that place ours. Before that, our greatmothers and greatfathers sailed the
broad seas for many years, when the land they once loved sank beneath the
waves. Ksmal is not my home either, and it is not yours.
Like
Lemberg’s story, Ogden’s takes on themes of war, flight, migration, and
assimilation. The Butterfly People fled a valley where they had lived for a hundred
years to live in a new world with the Ksmala. But the Ksmala demand a price for
taking the Butterflies in: the Butterflies have to give up parts of their
culture which they hold dear, and take on Ksmala ways. The narrator’s daughter
is born and raised among the Ksmala, fluent in their tongue. Yet she’s not
quite Ksmala, nor does she adhere to all the traditional Butterfly ways. She is
something different, something new to her mother. This is a lovely and poignant
story about cultural identity and loss, and the birth
of new identities and worlds.
More
stories of fantasy, in our world and others
“A Promise of Dying Embers” by
Jordan Kurella in Diabolical Plots
A wizard, a dragon, a curse,
and a quest. A niece carrying her uncle’s bones. A promise. This story is so,
so lovely, full of aching and longing and, at the end, both loneliness and
hope.
“Seven Scraps Unwritten” by
L. Chan in Metaphorosis
A marvel of dense
world-building within the space of a flash story. A tale told from scraps of found
media—an excerpt from a thesis defense, a banned playbill, a diplomat’s letter.
Together, they tell a story of government control, of erasure, and of
resistance.
“The Sycamore and the Sybil,”
by Alix E. Harrow in Uncanny Magazine
A gorgeous riff on the Greek
legend of Daphne, who turned to a tree to escape Apollo. The narrator of this
story also turned into a tree to escape a man. But is that the only use of her
power? Is that the only thing that she, and other women, can do? A beautiful
story of rage, hurt, resistance and power and hope.
“The Witch Speaks” by Rati
Mehrotra in Lightspeed
Like
Alix Harrow’s story above, Mehrotra’s story is also one about a witch. A witch
in modern-day India, who fell in love with a man from a different faith, a man
her family would never accept. “A witch does not need a name, a religion, a
nationality” the narrator says—but most of the world thinks differently. It’s a tragedy about the
difficulties of interfaith unions in modern India, told obliquely and through the
frame of the fantastic. Delicate, affecting, and beautifully written.
“Kiki Hernandez Beats the Devil” by Samantha Mills in Translunar Travelers’ Lounge
A girl, her dog, and her
devil-slaying guitar--Kiki Hernandez is a legend, roaming an apocalyptic
American Southwest as she kills devils with the power of rock n’ roll. This
rollicking story is an utter blast, and exactly as fun as it sounds.
"Caring for Dragons and Growing a Flower" by Allison Thai in Podcastle
Stories of the future, near
and far
“Hustle” by Derrick Boden at Escape
Pod
A ferocious, furious tale of a
bounty-hunter in a hyper-wired gig economy only steps away from our own. With
twists and turns both unexpected and satisfying, this is a sharp (and
disturbingly timely) thrill ride.
“How Did it Feel to Be Eaten?”
by Amit Gupta in Escape Pod
“How did it feel to be eaten?” he asked.
It seemed an odd
question, but a response came unbidden, so I voiced it, “It was an honor.” My
words surprised me, but they felt true.
A new virtual reality
technology allows people to live entire subjective lifetimes—both human and
non-human lives—within a short period of real time. A reporter goes to
investigate the surprising spiritual use to which this technology has been
applied, and finds himself drawn in far more deeply than he ever expected. I
really love the way this story takes seriously both its technological sci-fi premise
and the Buddhist concepts of reincarnation/samsara and enlightenment.
This is a truly original and thought-provoking tale, with a gentleness and
optimism that feels refreshing.
“The Catafalque” by
Vajra Chandrasekera in Kanstellation
This story pairs well with
Gupta’s story above, for they are both takes on technology and religion. In Chadrasekera’s
story, a combination of mind uploading and virtual reality has been used to
create virtual “heavens” for people lucky enough to get in. In an apocalyptic world
of ruin and decay, a desperate narrator is trying to get past “immigration”
gatekeepers into a virtual Christian heaven before his mortal body dies. The
narrator is actually registered as a Theravada Buddhist, not Christian, but they
would rather not “the horrible didactic
grind of Theravadist reincarnation where I’d have to be instantiated as a
lizard for a thousand subjective years to pay off all my recorded demerits
before I can even earn an incarnation capable of thinking in sentences again.” This
is a sharp, satirical, and wonderfully creative tale that is also great fun for
the reader, if not the narrator.
"Mid-Term Ecolit Examination Paper" by Priya Sarukkai Chabria in Mithila Review
A flash story which is a portrait of climate change, told in the form of
the questions for an examination in eco-literature. Powerful, lovely, and
heartbreaking.
"Annotated Setlist of the Miaela Cole Jazz Quintet" by Catherine George in Clarkesworld
(An older story from 2019,
which I somehow missed until now)
A
jazz quintet on a generation starship. A list story told as names of the songs
they’ve created together. This starts out as a fun bop, but slowly a melancholy
thread is revealed. This is a gorgeous, sad story with a lot of heart; it’s about
what’s lost, and about what we try to remember and resurrect, even as we go
forward.
There
were those on the ship that wanted to look forward, not back, even if they
weren’t sure what there was to look forward to.
Novelette
The Gown of Harmonies by Francesca Forrest
Do you need a balm for your heart? This is it. A pure delight, a tale of fairy magic and music and romance and triumph. Blind and orphaned seamstress Grazia Goodchild of the Atelier Aurora dreams of a fairy gown that plays music as the wearer dances--a gown that not only plays music, but harmonizes with music that others play. What is Grazia willing to risk to make her vision come true? And how will it affect those around her, and her world? This tale has a few surprising and wholly satisfying twists, and it's filled with warmth and wonder and love.
Novella
This is How you Lose the Time War by Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone
While
reading this, I started copying down lines I loved, and quickly realized I
would have to copy the entire book. This is prose that's sheer poetry, dazzling and
beautiful. It’s a rapturous enemies-to-lovers story about time travelers from
rival agencies who are fighting to shape the future into competing visions. . .
until they discover something else to fight for. “Red” works on behalf of the
Agency; “Blue” works for the Garden. They come from very different futures, and
they’re both the best at what they do. And when Blue leaves a note of professional
appreciation (tinged with no small bit of boasting and taunting) for Red on a
battlefield, she touches off a relationship she never foresaw. The two women
begin leaving letters for each other throughout time, letters coded within tree
rings, berries, the swirl of tea leaves. Letters that start out taunting and
playful, gradually becoming more intense. There are passages like this:
Red
wrote too much too fast. Her pen had a heart inside, the nib was a wound in a
vein. She stained the page with herself. She sometimes forgets what she wrote,
save that it was true, and the writing hard.
They
fall in love, of course, and must outwit their respective agencies, who would
kill them both for treason. How to Lose the Time War ranges over time
and potential timelines, giving readers glimpses of starship battles, an
alternate steampunk London, Opium War-era China, and a South America where the
Quechua are building boats that may reach Europe before the Europeans can reach
them. These worlds are fascinating, but Red and Blue’s love story is at the
heart of the book. I love the way their letters trace the movement from
curiosity and fascination to the slow and then sudden moments of vulnerability. This letter, one characters writes at one point, “is
a knife at my neck, if cutting’s what you want.” For Red and Blue, such revelation
of vulnerability is literally a matter of life and death. They must twist time
to their own ends to survive, and the way in which their actions are
foreshadowed—the way in which time paradoxes are resolved, and how it becomes
clear that their relationship was fated, after all—is greatly satisfying.
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