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Nonfiction about weird fiction at Seize the Press, Strange Horizons, Interzone, Los Angeles Review of Books, Nightmare, and Ancillary Review of Books, where I am also an editor. Also jazz, metal, leftism. he/him https://doomsdayer.wordpress.com/writings/
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I've been threatening for a while to start a column on collections of weird fiction, and so: Profane Illuminations, a quarterly series where I'll look at a few in tandem and see what threads I can draw out about their stories and the genre at large. Quick intro here, first full entry next week.
Profane Illuminations: An Initiation
Zachary Gillan Everyone knows that the short story is the ideal form for weird fiction. But why? What is it about the form and the genre that makes them so symbiotic? What might we learn by explori…
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ellaguro.bsky.social
trans rights are non negotiable, this man is trash
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Gavin Newsom vetoes gender education bill, declines to sign other trans protections - buff.ly/MTUAV85
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megapolisomancy.bsky.social
Jinxed myself here: the editor decided they didn’t want this essay (I guess?), and conveyed that by totally ghosting me. Back down to $100 being the most I’ve ever made for a piece.
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
The most I’ve ever been offered for an essay, by a wide margin, is $150 (for a draft that’s currently ~3k words). In terms of time invested vs dollars paid, criticism is essentially the opposite of a job, which means it’s time to tap my favorite sign again:
The Onion opinion headline:

Find The Thing You're Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life
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casella.bsky.social
Compare this with a more oral/aural/literary mode of story-telling, where it's actually *less* common to slow down and do a beat-by-beat script-style screen description (which can be startling, used sparingly), where fiddling with the chronology and pace is natural: seconds to years in a paragraph.
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casella.bsky.social
Lots of writers have no problem at all telling braided, non-sequential stories; but in-chapter the pace, the frame-rate, the speed at which time passes, is unchanging, and tied to visuals/externals or scripty narration. So huge numbers of leaden pages pass because, well, "the camera's rolling".
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casella.bsky.social
I've been seeing a lot of this even in books that seem like they should be more driven, pulpier, more plot & action-focused. What frustrates me about it—to be clear, I adore a contemplative lost-in-the-landscape literary meander—is when it seems to stem from a televisual concept of *time*.
readingtheend.bsky.social
I'm seeing a lot of this in the romantasy space! there are books with minimal story apart from the romance, so you end up with an iterative structure where the leads go to a series of locations or make a series of small advances on their MacGuffin quest, as set dressing for their escalating intimacy
mythcreants.bsky.social
A new thing we’re noticing is books where way less happens than you’d expect for their length because of worldbuilding info dumps or long scenes of explaining plans. You get through a 100,000 word novel and realize the whole story was spent picking up magic groceries.
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
A REcently renAmed branCh of a corporaTion-Owned publisheR, for me
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
It’s bleak out here! (I did manage to rehome it with a venue I respect much more, so there’s a silver lining)
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
Jinxed myself here: the editor decided they didn’t want this essay (I guess?), and conveyed that by totally ghosting me. Back down to $100 being the most I’ve ever made for a piece.
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
The most I’ve ever been offered for an essay, by a wide margin, is $150 (for a draft that’s currently ~3k words). In terms of time invested vs dollars paid, criticism is essentially the opposite of a job, which means it’s time to tap my favorite sign again:
The Onion opinion headline:

Find The Thing You're Most Passionate About, Then Do It On Nights And Weekends For The Rest Of Your Life
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jazyjef.bsky.social
Bill Dixon was born in Nantucket, Massachusetts on this day in 1925, one hundred years ago today.

📸 Steven Albahari, 1981
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geoliminal.bsky.social
Q: what's a ghost's favorite branch of metaphysics?

A: Ooo!*

*Object-Oriented Ontology, commonly abbreviated as OOO, the pronunciation of which aloud as if it were a word and not an acronym would, roughly, sound like the wailing moan of a ghoul from a graveyard on a moonless night
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jrbolt.bsky.social
The New Weird thrives today in unlabeled and often unrecognized forms. Disco Elysium, Dorohedoro, The Locked Tomb, Dishonored, their well of fucked-up cities and punk necromancers was fed from a distant reservoir of Ford, Gentle, Swanwick, Leiber and Peake
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
New work by James Nunn, I believe, but I’d bet big bucks it’s intentional Peake homage
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megapolisomancy.bsky.social
Ok finally carved out some time in between reviews, it’s Mordew o’clock
Alex Pheby’s Mordew, with a hatch marked black and white line drawing of a kid looking up at a bird on a wall with some grotesqueries in the distance
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
It seems to be setting out to do exactly what I want from fantasy novels!
megapolisomancy.bsky.social
Ok finally carved out some time in between reviews, it’s Mordew o’clock
Alex Pheby’s Mordew, with a hatch marked black and white line drawing of a kid looking up at a bird on a wall with some grotesqueries in the distance
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snarlsdickens.bsky.social
Finished *Uncertain Sons* by @thomasha.bsky.social last night. Fantastic collection that does all the best literary and intellectual work of classic weird fiction while expertly updating and adapting the genre to address our present moment. Not a dud in it—every story’s a gem. Highly recommend!