Archive for November 2011
by SL Grey
THE OTHER DAY AT a literary festival event (one of the rare occasions when both halves of S.L. Grey have been trundled out in public in the same room) the panel was asked whether South Africa should have its own genre imprint. The audience was made up of some of South Africa’s very loyal SFFH fans, and we think they expected the answer, ‘Yes, of course, it’s a scandal that there isn’t a dedicated genre imprint in South Africa.’ |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
interview by Joe Vaz
I like to write about cliché things, only do something opposite to the nature of the concept. |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
by Sylvia Hiven
Indeed, the stench was bad; the odor of stale vomit and human waste lay like a veil in the room. And yes, the man that sat in the bed was a mere skeleton, his hollow cheeks pasty despite the amber light from his bedside lamp. But he had his hands clasped around a crucifix, and while his eyes were dark with fear, there was no sign of the devil in him. |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
interview by Joe Vaz
The move to Australia was a good one for me, and I went there as a pastry cook, really thinking that was what was going to happen, and that I’d end up owning a bakeshop in Melbourne. It turned out that their department of immigration is a lot stuffier than I’d expected, and to work as a pastry chef I had to work at some place that hired a certain number of people and they had to prove that they couldn’t find someone local and I had to be making a certain amount of money, so I ended up working in the sub-basement of a five-star hotel in Melbourne |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
review by Joe Vaz
Published by Harvill Secker
“They catch up in two seconds and start bombarding us with apples. Grandpa stays steady through the pounding. We roll up the windows to protect ourselves. Sad, because we haven’t seen apples in a year and now they’re drumming all over us. Unthinkable, that people could keep apples from other people. Grandma leans in close to Grandpa as he squeezes through the traffic, trying to get away.”
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interview by Joe Vaz
I love Lois McMaster Bujold's work. When I read that she'd taken fourteen years to finish her first novel, I thought "I can do that". |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
by Cedar Sanderson
Curiosity is what led my predecessors into the wild unknown - curiosity and a driving desire for notoriety. |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
interview by Joe Vaz
Stories arrive and arise from many sources. This one had an interesting metamorphosis. It started with a chance remark made by a friend of mine many years ago along the lines of, “imagine two people had to meet up for dinner every few years otherwise the world will end.” I mean, who wouldn’t want to find out more about these two people? |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
by Domenico Pisanti
He walked into the restaurant, a man in his early fifties; someone who turned heads and for a brief moment reminded all who glanced in his direction of a happier time in their lives. Then it was business as usual. A waiter was already making his way towards the man, who was looking around as though trying to find someone.. |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |
by Mark Sykes
AT ANY POINT IN a movie I’m watching, it’s always fun to see the director drop in a knowing homage to another movie. It not only tells me a little more about the director’s influences, but also gives me a moment of self-satisfaction if I’m the only one who recognises the reference – then I can patronisingly explain it to whomever I’m watching the movie with, and feel like a smug git for a while. |
From Issue 15 (Nov 2011) |