Some of the passers-by made jokes at me. Though I could not understand their language, yet I felt sure they were joking. I asked my friend, "What do they say?" "The women say that you look very mannish." "Mannish?" said I, "What do they mean by that?" "They mean that you are shy and timid like men."
At close range she can be seen to be shaking, a hard tight focused trembling, not confined to the hands. She looks close to resonant frequency. Amrita wants to, somehow, by touching her with one finger perhaps, strike her unconscious, into some kind of healing sleep.
It's interesting to me that people instantly try to categorize this future into "utopia" or "dystopia" because we don't really have a category for "pretty good future with some flaws."
The report published earlier this month by Fireside magazine , which found that of 2,039 original stories published by 63 SF magazines in 2015, only 38 were by black authors, indicates an unambiguous failure on the part of the SF field and, because we know our own numbers and they're in the spreadsheet accompanying the report, an unambiguous failure on the part of Strange Horizons .
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Ciro Faienza presents poetry from the August issues.
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Rokheya Shekhawat Hossein's "Sultana's Dream."
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Leo Mandel's "Fifty Years in the Virtuous City."
That attraction/repulsion thing with vulnerability again, I can mark out an author who came from fandom a mile away. Weight in small gestures, terror, gentleness.
I'm here to review a film. When the end credits roll, I know that I'm meant to go home and distil my impressions into words. Yet here the credits are, and I don't really feel like I understand what I've just watched.