The brick and mortar bookstores in Kathmandu, New Delhi, and Bombay don’t stock critical SF, science, or math books barring few exceptions—well-worn classics and college textbooks.
Until at last they come to / the tree that speaks to them
Marbles, reading glasses, fichas de Monopolio, a key, all cemented onto the crumbling old plaster, maybe eight feet across. Only when he took a step back could he see it formed the shape of a woman and her two kids, carrying suitcases away from a house while a grim police officer stood by with his arms crossed.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents José Pablo Iriarte's "Life in Stone, Glass, and Plastic."