Apologies to readers — and especially to Ms. Gilly — for the missing excerpt from Barbara Gilly’s novel in our previous issue. A mixup between our production department (fifth floor) and our printshop (ground floor) meant that the issue went without the final couple of pages. Therefore in this issue we will provide the excerpt from Ms. Gilly’s work as a special four-page glossy pull-out.
We are happy to note that Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristletreaches double digits with this issue. In monthly magazine terms, this is October. We intend to keep to our regular twice a year schedule for the foreseeable future — although we reserve the right to insert a third issue if and when inspired.
We will continue to publish the best fiction we can as long as we can juggle the dayjobs — and we don’t lose as much money as AOLTW: $52 Billion in the first quarter of 2002! — and all those other wonderful distractions that make up life.
There may be more art next time.
Thank you, kind readers. Without you, these pages are empty, this conversation echoes in empty halls.
Type: Bodoni Book, Trebuchet, Birch. Fixed margins courtesy of long hard nights shifting text letter by letter. Right ragged by choice.
Brian Conn — The Mushroom
Steven Bratman — The Fat Suit
Barbara Krasnoff — Lost Connections
Greg van Eekhout — People Stuff
Jeffrey Ford — What’s Sure to Come
Barbara Gilly — An Excerpt from her first novel
Geoffrey H. Goodwin — Stoddy Awchaw
Amber van Dyk — Sleeping, Waking, Nightfall
Christopher Barzak – Born on the Edge of an Adjective
Charles Coleman Finlay
– the billboards
– (love poem)
– beyond the peregrine lights
L. Timmel Duchamp — What’s the Story?
Zines, Baby, Zines!
William Smith — The Film Column
Who did what. (See below.)
Notes on Writers Whose Work has been Featured on the Preceding Pages
Christopher Barzak has moved from Ohio to California to Michigan, and back to Ohio. His fiction has appeared in Nerve, Strange Horizons, The Icon, The Penguin Review, The Year’s Best Fantasy & Horror, as well as in LCRW. He is happy when he’s dancing.
NOTICE: Lecture, tonight only, at the intersection of the two tall guys crossing the street and the strangely happy Asian woman waiting for the light to change, a lecture by ex-mathematician, ex-Sufi organic farmer, ex-alternative medicine MD, ex-married person, ex-non-fiction book writer, Steven Bratman, on “the unwavering determination to creatively waver.”
Brian Conn lives in Seattle. The rest — besides having eaten a ram’s eye — is sort of a blur.
L. Timmel Duchamp ties her shoelaces with two loops. She adores grazing on parsley hearts and guerrilla gardens every chance she gets. Currently she is contemplating the fact that she enjoyed only 13 years between the last time she was carded (for alcohol consumption) and the first time she was asked if she was a senior citizen (eligible for a discount). She lives in Seattle.
Charles Coleman Finlay‘s poetry and fiction has especially frequently of late. Mention has been made of this in reference to the rather unusual weather experienced of recent months. No one really thinks the multi-talented Mr. Finlay is to blame. Not really.
Jeffrey Ford is the author of the novels The Physiognomy, Memoranda, The Beyond and The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque, and a collection of short fiction, The Fantasy Writer’s Assistant & Other Stories. Ford’s stories have appeared or will appear in: The Journal of Pulse-Pounding Narratives, …is this a cat?, Leviathan 3, F&SF, The Green Man & Other Tales of the Mythic Forest, and The Year’s Best Fantasy & Horror.
Geoffrey H. Goodwin thinks his life has been (in strange cycles of alternation and repetition): blessed, cursed, and somewhere in-between. He is hard at work on a novel, The Gray House on 747 Comstock, and currently teaches writing and composition at Hartwick College in upstate NY — but feels a beautiful hazelnut-scented wind blowing in a Bostonly direction.
Gavin J. Grant is.
Barbara Krasnoff lives in Brooklyn and knows more about computers than your IT department. She may in fact be your IT department. She has written a few stories, she has published a few stories. We expect this ratio will continue.
Kelly Link is very surprised, very flattered, and very far away.
William Smith is divesting himself of hundreds of 8-tracks to make space for more films. His film column will appear regularly here and on the LCRW website.
Amber van Dyk resides on the second floor of an old converted hospital with a 39 gram wonder birdie, surrounded by stacks of unread books she hopes won’t end up as nesting. Her stories have appeared both online and in print, and she is currently wishing very good things for her first urban fantasy novel, As With Cages.
Greg van Eekhout once wrecked his car and was stung by a scorpion on the same night. A graduate of the Viable Paradise Writers’ Workshop, his short fiction has appeared or will soon appear in F&SF, Starlight 3, Strange Horizons, and Fantasy: Best of 2001. He is a Los Angeles native and currently lives in Tempe, Arizona.
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