Excellent issue with a column from L. Timmel Duchamp on two Carol Emshwiller stories. Part of the column (on “Sex and/or Mr. Morrison”) is in print and part (on “Peninsula“) is online. There’s a new film column (on really obscure films — there’s a theme there somewhere), and just damn good fiction.
Shake well, Contents may settle.
Eliot Fintushel — Drought
Tim Pratt — Annabelle’s Alphabet
Mark Rich — Delivery
Beth Adele Long — The Crystal Ladies’ Ball
Gay Partington Terry — The Ustek Cloudy
Leslie What — I Remember Marta
Amy Beth Forbes — A is for Apple
Barbara Gilly — An Excerpt
Christopher Rowe — Our Prize Patrol Will Find You No Matter Where You Are
Mark Rudolph — My Father’s Ghost; Reinventing Emily
Darrell Schweitzer — They Sure Eat a Lot in Epics
Theodora Goss — The Ophelia Cantos; Falling Boy
L. Timmel Duchamp — What’s the Story? Reading Two Carol Emshwiller Short Stories, “Sex and/or Mr. Morrison” and “Peninsula”
Margaret Muirhead — Simple Living
Gilly: On the Verge of Rediscovery
Zine reviews, mostly
William Smith — The Film Column: Phase IV
Those named above. See below.
L. Timmel Duchamp‘s column, What’s the Story, is a regular feature of LCRW. Much of her critical writing is available on her website. Her stories have appeared in Asimov’s, Leviathan Two, and F&SF.
Eliot Fintushel‘s stories are a fixture in theAsimov’s pages. He has also shown up in Crank!, The Whole Earth Review, etc. He is an “itinerant showman” and will apparently be appearing at the right hand of God on the Day of Judgment.
Amy Beth Forbes is a senior majoring in English at Michigan State University. Her new fiction and movie review column, For the Eyes, will soon appear in Mi Gente magazine. This is slightly odd because she isn’t Hispanic, but apparently it’s a small world after all. She is a graduate of Clarion 2001.
Barbara Gilly has yet to get her driver’s license.
Theodora Goss appears for the second time in as many issues. Deservedly so. She has published poetry in mainstream and genre magazines.
Gavin J. Grant recently built a desk.
Kelly Link is busy sorting photographs. Her collection Stranger Things Happen was published last summer by Small Beer Press. It may be a while before her next book comes out. She does have a new story though . . .
Beth Adele Long‘s short fiction has won the Asimov Award and has been translated into Italian for the webzine Intercom. She is a graduate of the 2001 Clarion Writer’s Workshop. She lives in suburban Maryland, where she is trying to come to terms with the fact that winter involves cold weather.
Margaret Muirhead lives in Boston. Her poetry has appeared in LCRW and a number of other tasteful journals. This piece is based on true events.
Mark Rich writes about toys for a living. His book 100 Greatest Baby Boomer Toys is great fun, even for non-boomers. His art appeared on the cover ofLCRW v3n2. His stories have appeared in most of the magazines in the world.
Christopher Rowe wonders if he wants the prize patrol to find him. In the meantime he writes a column for Columbia! magazine and has had fiction published in various places. He intends to become a publishing magnate the hard way: by publishing, rather than just buying a publishing company.
Mark Rudolph also makes a second consecutive poetry appearance in these pages. He has recently acquired a small, black dog. Everyone loves it. Much of his poetry and fiction can be found online — in the good places!
Darrell Schweitzer is the author of many books, fiction and nonfiction. This poem was his reaction to reading Homer. This was his second reaction, the first was Simpsons-related.
William Smith can usually be found on the other side of the editor’s desk. He owns more films than he should, for a man of his age. Reputedly makes a decent Key Lime pie. His film column will appear regularly here and on the LCRW website.
Gay Partington Terry is a Manx West Virginian insomniac who practices and teaches Tai chi Ch’uan and Qi Gong in New York; a contributing editor ofFrigatezine.com, and, before this, most recently published at clocktowerfiction.com.
First Eight Letters
Assembly completed in October 2001. Component parts not guaranteed created in this millennium. Assembly line included new manufacturing equipment (portable where possible) due to July 2001 unexpected reassignment of previous equipment perpetrated by person or persons unknown. If you are a subscriber, somehow reading this while yet not having received your copy, please write or email us. Thank you. Text is in Bodoni Book 10/12pt, Italic, 12/14.4, Trebuchet 10, and 14pt Bold, and ITC Sans Officina Book. Among others. Aesthetic apologies for small outer margin.
Contributors thanked for working hard at their art/calling. Readers thanked for choosing this small zine for purchase.
Latter Ten Letters
Hear this. For an audio version of this zine, find a friend with a good reading voice, or send us a largish check and we’ll send it on tape. Or maybe CD, if we can master it. If we get the writers’ permissions, which as of yet, we haven’t, there being, so far, no demand. But should you create that demand with your non-rubber 100% paper check (or your Paypal transfer, ahem), we’ll respond in our usual timely fashion.
Slowly, slowly. Don’t rush now. After all, who’s waiting? Once we send it out, all those people who didn’t get their subscriber copies are going to start complaining. Who wants that? Maybe, we’ll go a little slower.
Art in this issue is sparse.
Web Exclusive: Art Worries
But we worry about art. Should there be more? We’re not sure. After all, art is hard to reproduce, and we’re limited to balck & white — at least until we start getting grants from large and forgiving foundations.
Chuntering on, as the web encourages. This is a damn good issue, the kind I’d be happy to receive in my mailbox. Or at home, or at work. Or find on your floor, when I come visit. When we talk about the Be Good Tanyas and eat those cactus tamales I dream about when I’m far from here.
If there were more good art, you say, we’d be set! WE’d blow the lid off this joint.
I open another beer and stretch on the floor. Someone told me we should all sit on the floor more, it makes you stretch more, stops you crunching up your bones and muscles. I’m not convinced, but you like it, so I’ll avoid the comfy chair for a bit. Besides, your dog looks pretty happy there, and why would I move him? He likes fantastic art about as much as I like cat food.
What’s to be done? I ask you, but you’re trying to find that other CD, the one with the animals on it, Talk Talk? I ask, but you wave me away, that’s not your style. Don’t know why I said it. Used to love their stuff. Shoudl go looking, see what that guy is up to.
So, you ask, a couple of weeks later. Did you get any good art?
Nah. Not this time. Maybe next time.
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, No.9 November 2001. Fifth anniversary issue. LCRW appears twice-yearly from Small Beer Press. [email protected] www.lcrw.net/lcrw $4 per single issue or $16/4. Apologies for the price increase: it had to happen sooner or later. Contents copyright the authors. All rights reserved. Submissions, checks, books, zines, music, chocolate (preferably dark), stationary supplies, requests for guidelines, &c. should be sent to the address above. As always an SAE will speed up our reply. When we leave this rock we’re gonna go somewhere good, see. You wanna come? Sure you wanna come. Step in, but best strap down, this pony’s got legs, see.