Notes (& Letters)
In our last issue,no.10, we once again attempted to bring the magnificent fictions of Barbara Gilly to the public. Instead, our run of bad luck continued, and the expensive glossy insert (pages 23-26) painstakingly put together last winter apparently appeared in only a few copies. Disappointed as we are, however, we have been energized by the reaction of those readers who received the full magazine. However, we are not afraid to admit to our mistakes, and a selection of letters from those who did not receive the full issue follow.
We extend our apologies to all our readers.
On consideration, we have developed a plan that is sure to be a winner: our next issue, no.12, hitting the stands and subscribers hands in June 2003, will be an all-Barbara Gilly issue!
To ensure quality and timeliness, we have had our interns working on it since September — thanks guys! (We’ll miss them when we move to Northampton — more on that later — but we’ll make sure none of these young men and women lack for glowing recommendations when they leave.)
The interns have had a great response from some very well-known writers who have promised us appreciations, reviews, critical looks, and, unexpectedly and a little puzzling, more.
Issue 12 — our first special issue devoted to a single writer — will be produced concurrently with issue 13 to satisfy the regular readers of this periodical.
Please note the change of address. Our thumb was stuck out and we were given a lift. They took us as far as Northampton, MA, so that’s where we will be for the foreseeable future. It is current as of November 2002, our new address, thank you. Also, please keep us up to date with your moves.
A note on the cover: a ticket from a film, a day together, what happened later.
A note on the type: Bodoni Book, with creamy highlights that, in a certain light, are reminiscent of the morning sun over the mountains of the moon.
A note on the printing:
By Design Ink
2208 Frankfort Ave.
Louisville, KY 40206
A note on these notes: where is the copyeditor?
Theodora Goss — The Rapid Advance of Sorrow
Neil Williamson — Messianic Con Brio
Sarah Monette — Three Letters from the Queen of Elfland*
John Rubins — Ewe and Eye
Christine Klingbiel — Enemies and Neighbors
Minsoo Kang — Three Stories: Lady Faraway, The Well of Dreams, The Dilemma of the King and the Beggar
Benjamin Rosenbaum — Fig
Molly Gloss — Eating Ashes
*A picture of Sarah wearing the Elise Matthesen necklace that inspired the story.
L. Timmel Duchamp — What’s the Story? Viewing Carr, O’Keeffe, Kahlo: Places of Their Own
Leslie Burmeister — Newly Important Information
Oil and Greece
William Smith — The Film Column: Donnie Darko
Notes & Letters
Jimmy Carter — The Nobel Peace Prize — Long Deserved
— The Wolf’s Story
— Names for Bear
David Moles — Tacoma-Fuji
— The Mourners
— What Stopped Jack
Interior and back cover art — Mark Rich
Leslie Burmeister was raised in California and now lives on the east coast. Although an accomplished surfer and possessed of a flair for mixing martinis, she presently works in publishing.
Kathryn Cramer grew up in Seattle. She is married and by the time this is published, should be the proud mother of a new daughter. She has won a World Fantasy Award for best anthology.
Despite an early disappointment when her soccer career was scotched by a low-flying egg, L. Timmel Duchamp has had some success raising stories and essays in the wilds of Washington State.
Nan Fry is the author of two collections of poetry:Say What I Am Called, a chapbook of riddles translated from Anglo-Saxon (Sibyl-Child Press) andRelearning the Dark (from Washington Writers Publishing House). The Poetry Society of America has installed one of her poems on posters in the transit systems of Washington, D.C., and Baltimore as part of its Poetry in Motion Program. Another poem is being carved into a bench that will be placed at a trolley stop in Bethesda, MD. She is chair of the Academic Studies Department of the Corcoran College of Art and Design in Washington, D.C., where she teaches courses on children’s literature, the environment, and wolves.
Molly Gloss, a fourth-generation Oregonian, lives in Portland, OR. She is the author of four novels:Outside The Gates, The Jump-Off Creek, The Dazzle of Day, and Wild Life, and more than two dozen short stories, essays, and book reviews. Awards include the Pacific Northwest Booksellers Award, a Whiting Writers Award, the PEN Center West Fiction Prize, and the James Tiptree, Jr. Award. Wild Life was the Seattle Public Library/Washington Center for the Book 2002 selection for “If All of Seattle Read the Same Book.” This story is also available on her website.
— an interview with Molly Gloss
— an excerpt from Wild Life
Theodora Goss dreams about the University. She wonders why corridors keep leading to staircases, staircases to corridors. She thinks she may be late for class, and what is she supposed to be teaching anyway? Find her, if you can, at theodoragoss.com.
Minsoo Kang has lived in Korea, Austria, New Zealand, Iran, Brunei, Germany, and is currently a Ph.D. candidate in European History at UCLA, writing his dissertation on the symbolic significance of the automaton in the Western imagination. His historical works and reviews have appeared in American Historical Review, Times Literary Supplement, Manoa, AZ, Rethinking History, Comitatus, and two essay collections.
Christine Klingbiel teaches at the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee, assists in magic shows, and models for a fantasy artist. She is currently working on a collection of magic related stories. Secrets may be revealed! Someone call FOX! This piece was first created for a flash fiction reading where the second to last line was assigned.
David Moles has lived in six time zones on three continents and hopes some day to collect the whole set. In addition to LCRW, his work will also appear inPolyphony. His favorite color is blue and his favorite ape is the siamang (Hylobates syndactylus). He currently lives in Seattle.
Sarah Monette is working on her doctoral thesis, watching “Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” and bracing herself for winter. Another of her short stories is in press with All Hallows: The Journal of the Ghost Story Society.
Usually Benjamin Rosenbaum goes with his daughter to buy figs at the Migros Supermarkt down Gorenmattstrasse on Friday mornings. Aviva can ride on the back of the bicycle now and she is soooooexcited about that. But today, when he came to work in Zurich, there were figs for free in the cafeteria. He took two. Ben’s stories can be found in F&SF, Strange Horizons, Vestal Review, and Harper’s.
John Rubins was once given an invisible dog on a leash as a birthday present by his fellow office workers. He thanked them. Other heroic acts of his have appeared in Surgery of Modern Warfare, The Southeast Review, American Journal of Print, andelimae. He lives in Vermont with two women and edits the online fiction monthly tatlinstower.com.
William Smith is chasing a certain green fairy even as you read this. When you stop reading, he will stop chasing it. He likes that you are still reading. Smith lives in a 42-room mansion in northern Pennsylvania, where films are watched, made, and dissected. He has no website.
Neil Williamson lives and works in Glasgow, Scotland. His short fiction has appeared in magazines such asInterzone and The Third Alternative, and a short, factual treatise on the subject of dental health will appear in the 2003 edition of that perennial medical favourite, The Thackery T. Lambshead Pocket Guide to Eccentric and Discredited Diseases.
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, No.11 November 2002. LCRW appears twice a year from Small Beer Press, 176 Prospect Ave., Northampton, MA 01060 Wow! Another new email@example.com www.lcrw.net/lcrw $4 per single issue or $16/4. Contents the authors. All rights reserved. Submissions, requests for guidelines, &c. should be sent to the address above. No SASE: no reply. We lie awake at night wondering where they are. Sometimes we get up and watching the night sky for a bit. There isn’t much to see, from the city. We never hear from Joe and his pal, that astronaut fellow, anymore. We wonder what happened.