But sometimes it's three or four things. Sometimes a punk-ass kid wants to haggle with you over an unopened ten-pack of Type Two BASF Chrome Maximas and you're on the phone with your goddamn choir director and your walkman runs down while both your earbuds are out. And you don't notice right away. And then the Noise comes swooping down on you like a summer storm, and you've got problems a whole truckload of responsibility batteries aren't gonna fish you out of.
In fact, non-whiteness is so often coded as the Other that it becomes subtly reinforced as a speculative element; a person of color appearing at all begins to suggest something supernatural—both within the text, and as evidence that a person of color made it in front of the camera at all.
For those who have not seen or heard the news, this year’s Hugo nominees are dominated by a voting campaign led by Brad Torgersen and Vox Day.
A fox reads poetry / licks words till they stick to her tongue
In this episode of the Strange Horizons podcast, editor Anaea Lay presents Alison Wilgus's "Noise Pollution."
