{"id":1537,"date":"2011-11-08T00:10:21","date_gmt":"2011-11-07T22:10:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/?p=1537"},"modified":"2015-09-22T15:29:15","modified_gmt":"2015-09-22T13:29:15","slug":"into-the-black-abyss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/2011\/11\/08\/into-the-black-abyss\/","title":{"rendered":"Into The Black Abyss"},"content":{"rendered":"<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">by Lynne Jamneck<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-945\" title=\"TitleUnderline\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"13\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg 350w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline-300x11.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/h3>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"5\" cellpadding=\"5\" width=\"85%\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"50%\" align=\"left\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: right;\" width=\"50%\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazines\/something-wicked-issue-15\/\">From Issue 15 (Nov 2011)<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><em>The  eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend<\/em>.<br \/>\n&#8212; Robertson Davies<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">17 January 1914<br \/>\nOxford, England<\/p>\n<p>I have never been good at  keeping diaries. I start off eager, filled with the promise of a new year, some  new project. Then my enthusiasm diminishes when I realize that I am destined to  spend another year bogged down by books and research papers, trying to prove  myself to the archeology department.<\/p>\n<p>I am keeping a diary this time  only because I know I will have things to write. Important things. But I will  not keep myself to the rigor of writing purely for the sake of entry.<\/p>\n<p>Doctor Mendelssohn was upset  when I informed him I would have to postpone my thesis. I thought he would  understand but maybe I expect too much. I could not relate to him the full  nature of the expedition, but when I mentioned my father he refrained from  asking more questions. I think he attributes my actions to feminine emotional  instability.<\/p>\n<p>The lawyer gave me my father&#8217;s  letter the day of the funeral.\u00a0 I was  surprised when he pulled me aside and stuffed the envelope into my hand. He made  it clear I should keep it to myself.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/amzn.to\/1j67vn1\" target=\"_blank\">Continue reading&#8230;<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">Copyright \u00a9 2011 by Lynne Jamneck<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-medium wp-image-966\" title=\"blackline\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1-300x7.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"7\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1-300x7.jpg 300w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/blackline1.jpg 325w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/h5>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"10\" cellpadding=\"0\" align=\"center\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\" valign=\"top\"><a href=\"http:\/\/amzn.to\/1j67vn1\" target=\"_blank\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"size-full wp-image-953 alignleft\" title=\"PurchaseButton\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PurchaseButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<td align=\"center\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<p>[hana-code-insert name=&#8217;ArticleBlockOpen&#8217; \/]<\/p>\n<h2 class=\"art-postheader\" style=\"text-align: left;\">Lynne Jamneck<\/h2>\n<p><em><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-1542\" title=\"Lynne-Jamneck\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/Lynne-Jamneck-150x150.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" \/><\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>Lynne Jamneck<\/em> is a  transplanted South African who lives in Auckland, New Zealand. Short listed for  the Sir Julius Vogel and Lambda Awards, she has published short fiction in  various markets, including <em>Jabberwocky  Magazine<\/em>, <em>H.P. Lovecraft&#8217;s  Magazine of Horror<\/em>, <em>So Fey: Queer  Fairy Fiction<\/em> and <em>Spicy  Slipstream Stories<\/em>.<br \/>\nFor Lethe Press, she edited, selected, and  introduced the SF anthology, <em>Periphery<\/em>.  Lynne is currently doing her MA in English Literature at the University of  Auckland, unlocking the secrets to Edgar Allan Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, madness and  the occult. She is also writing her first speculative novel featuring a lost  protagonist and a city of secrets.<\/p>\n<p>[hana-code-insert name=&#8217;ArticleBlockClose&#8217; \/]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\">by Lynne Jamneck<br \/>\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-945\" title=\"TitleUnderline\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"350\" height=\"13\" srcset=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline.jpg 350w, https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/06\/TitleUnderline-300x11.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 350px) 100vw, 350px\" \/><\/h3>\n<table border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"5\" cellpadding=\"5\" width=\"85%\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" valign=\"top\">\n<p>I am beginning to grasp an understanding of the mystery that has always surrounded my father.  Mother never talked about his work. As children we had asked but never received satisfying answers. Like myself, he had been a student of archeology and anthropology; unlike his daughter, the rules and regulations of the university could not keep him bound.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\" valign=\"top\"><a href=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/09\/CoverIssue14Kindle.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1507\" title=\"CoverIssue15Kindle\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/11\/CoverIssue15Kindle-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"182\" height=\"241\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a title=\"Something Wicked #15 (November 2011)\" href=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazines\/something-wicked-15-november-2011\/\"><span style=\"text-align: left;\">From Issue 15 (Nov 2011)<\/span><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"75%\" valign=\"top\"><\/td>\n<td style=\"text-align: center;\" align=\"center\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.somethingwicked.co.za\/products-page\/downloads\/something-wicked-15-november2011\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-953\" title=\"PurchaseButton\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/PurchaseButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \/><\/a><a href=\"http:\/\/weightlessbooks.com\/format\/magazine\/something-wicked-magazine-12-month-subscription\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-954\" title=\"SubsBuyButton\" src=\"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/07\/SubsBuyButton.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"180\" height=\"24\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[226,178,126,129],"class_list":["post-1537","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction","tag-fiction","tag-horror","tag-issue-15","tag-lynne-jamneck"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1537","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1537"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1537\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1541,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1537\/revisions\/1541"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1537"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1537"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/somethingwicked.co.za\/magazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1537"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}