If men are, in the world of Villiers' Edison, scientific beings, whose rationality and ability to create frees them from the strictures of the natural world, women are only ever subject to its control.
The collective and accretive social process by which SF has been constructed does not have the kind of coherent form or causality that allows one to talk about origins at all.
He tells them to shut their cake-holes, / stop hissing and pissing about the ride.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents poetry from the August issues of Strange Horizons.
