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Summary:
There are two strong novellas in this issue, A Rocket for Dimitrios<\/em> by Ray Nayler (which is particularly good) and The Realms of Water<\/em> by Robert Reed. Otherwise, this is a poor issue with all the remaining fiction average or worse, and the non-fiction columns quite boring (even Norman Spinrad\u2019s On Books<\/em> is duller than usual).
[ISFDB link<\/a>] [Asimov\u2019s SF<\/a><\/em>, Amazon UK<\/a>\/USA<\/a>]

Other reviews:
Rich Horton, Locus<\/em> #721, February 2021
Greg Hullender\u00a0and Eric Wong,\u00a0Rocket Stack Rank<\/a>
Michelle Ristuccia,\u00a0Tangent Online<\/a>
Sam\u00a0Tomaino,\u00a0SF Revu<\/a>
Various,\u00a0Goodreads<\/a><\/p>\r\n

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Editor, Sheila Williams; Associate Editor, Emily Hockaday

Fiction:
A Rocket for Dimitrios<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novella by Ray Nayler \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
The Fear of Missing Out<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Robert H. Cloake \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
No Stone Unturned<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Nick Wolven \u2217<\/strong>
The Three-Day Hunt<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Robert R. Chase \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
Table Etiquette for Diplomatic Personnel, in Seventeen Scenes <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 novelette by Suzanne Palmer \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
Hunches<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Kristine Kathryn Rusch \u2013
Humans and Other People<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Sean William Swanwick \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
Shy Sarah and the Draft Pick Lottery<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Ted Kosmatka \u2217<\/strong>
Mayor for Today<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Fran Wilde \u2217<\/strong>
I Didn\u2019t Buy It<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Naomi Kanakia \u2217<\/strong>
The Realms of Water<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novella by Robert Reed \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+

Non-fiction:
Cover <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 by Donato Giancola
A Magical Eire<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 editorial by Sheila Williams
One Hundred Years of Robots<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 essay by Robert Silverberg
Get It?<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 essay by James Patrick Kelly
Poetry<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Jane Yolen (2), Leslie J. Anderson, Robert Frazier, Avra Margariti
In Memoriam: Mike Resnick (1942-2020)<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 obituary by Sheila Williams
Next Issue
On Books: Out There<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 essay by Norman Spinrad
Thirty-Fifth Annual Readers\u2019 Award
Index
SF Conventional Calendar<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Erwin S. Strauss<\/p>\r\n

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[All the story reviews have been previously posted on sfshortstories.com so, if you have read them there, skip down to the thee dots \u2022\u2022\u2022 and the non-fiction reviews.]<\/p>\r\n

A Rocket for Dimitrios<\/strong><\/em> by Ray Nayler is the second of his \u2018Sylvia Aldstatt\u2019 stories,1<\/sup> and takes place in an alternate world where America, after finding a crashed flying saucer in 1938, went on to develop superweapons that changed the course of WWII (and also allowed it to establish hegemony over the rest of the world: Russia was invaded after the war; Roosevelt is serving his seventh term as president).
The story starts with Aldstatt falling out of a \u201cterraplane\u201d and plummeting towards the surface before the story flashbacks to a point in time several days earlier. Here we see her at an American Embassy party in Istanbul, where the ambassador talks to her about the purpose of her visit:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cSo, you\u2019re the girl that talks to dead people,\u201d the ambassador had said as I came into his office that morning.
I noticed he had one of those idiotic gold Roosevelt silhouette pins in his lapel. A badge of loyalty. They weren\u2019t required, but I was beginning to see them crop up more and more among the sycophants of the diplomatic corps.
So, you\u2019re a puffed-up, aging boy whose daddy was smart enough to grab up the saucer patents early, I wanted to say. But I didn\u2019t. I wasn\u2019t feeling combative. I was feeling fragile and tired, struggling to fight off a cold caught on the transatlantic rocket flight.
[. . .]
\u201cSir, I\u2019m a combat veteran of the Second World War and the Afterwar. I was in General Hedy Lamarr\u2019s Technical Corps. I pilot the loops, if that\u2019s what you mean.\u201d
Maybe that would help him sort the word \u201cgirl\u201d out of his speech.
He didn\u2019t even blink.\u00a0 p. 16<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

Before this meeting Aldstatt talks briefly to a Chief Inspector Refik Bayar, a well-connected Turkish secret policeman better known as \u201cThe Fisherman\u201d, who offers a briefing on Dimitrios Makropoulos, the dead man whose memories she is going to read. Makropoulos supposedly knows (or knew) the location of a second crashed saucer, and the Americans urgently want to find it before any other country does to avoid destabilising the world order.
When Aldstatt later goes to the building that houses Makropoulos\u2019s body and the loop machinery, she meets the Chief Inspector once more, and gets a briefing on the dead man\u2019s life as a professional middleman and criminal who operated in the shadows:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cThere is a drug smuggling ring in the mountains north of Thessaloniki run by a Greek named Dimitrios who is never caught. This is in 1937. Was it him? We believe so\u2014but we cannot be sure. We don\u2019t pick up his trail again with certainty until he is sighted by one of our agents at the Athene Palace hotel in Bucharest. There, we know it is him. Our Dimitrios. Now he\u2019s playing the role of a Greek freighter captain, but what he is really involved in is selling Black Sea naval intelligence to the Nazis via their emissaries in Rumania. This is 1940. We have our eyes on him until 1942, when our services are\u201d\u2014he paused, considering his words\u2014\u201ccompromised. We catch a glimpse, perhaps, of him again. The port town of Varna, in fascist Bulgaria. First mate of a salvage vessel. He approaches one of our double agents embedded with the Axis Bulgarian government with information he says will alter the course of the war. This is 1943. The course of the war, by then, is largely unalterable. It took you Americans a few years to crack any of the technology you found on that saucer that crashed in your Western desert, but by 1943, things were much more certain.\u201d
Ashes, ashes, you all fall down<\/em>, I thought. And Turkey wakes up from its semi-Fascist dreams and joins the winning team to make sure it gets a slot in the U.N. But what was Turkey up to before that?
\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\u201cAnd then our double agent in Bulgaria is compromised. And shot.\u201d
There was a long beat of silence, with only the seagulls screaming over the Golden Horn to fill it.\u00a0 p. 22<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

When Aldstatt eventually dons the loop helmet, and enters the dead man\u2019s memories, she initially sees him trying to sell the location of the saucer to the Germans in the middle of WWII, before seeing his childhood as a goatherd in the Greek mountains; then she sees him float in the sea after his ship is torpedoed.
After the session she tells Alvin, her OSS handler, that Makropoulos spoke directly to her\u2014something unprecedented in any of the dead people she has read\u2014and that he appears to be aware of what has happened to him.
The rest of the story sees Sylvia reliving more of Makropoulos\u2019s memories (which eventually start deteriorate and become distorted by her presence) against a backdrop of external developments that, among other things, include an apparent schism at the top of the American government over the desirability of recovering the second saucer\u2014as revealed to Aldstatt by a night time visitor in a antigravity suit. This latter character is (spoiler), Eleanor Roosevelt, who reappears later on.
The conclusion of the story not only manages to satisfyingly tie up all the various plot strands but also, after revealing one of Makropoulos\u2019s formative experiences as a child, produces an unexpectedly touching ending.
This is a very impressive piece (probably one of the best I\u2019ve read recently in Asimov\u2019s<\/em>) and one that provides a huge amount of immersive detail. Nearly every paragraph throws off descriptions and information about the characters, their behaviour, their physical location, the geopolitics of this world, and the geopolitics of our<\/em> world. You end up with the impression that Nayler has taken all his experience as a Peace Corps volunteer, Foreign Service officer, and Cultural Affairs officer\u2014and his life time observations of the world and its inhabitants\u2014and squeezed them into one story.
This should be on the Hugo finalist ballot, but it probably won\u2019t be.2<\/sup>
\u2217\u2217\u2217\u2217<\/strong>+ (Very good to Excellent). 18,800 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

The Fear of Missing Out<\/strong><\/em> by Robert H. Cloake3<\/sup> starts off intriguingly with a man called Candid meeting an attractive man on the way to a book club meeting. Rather than fumble a conversation (he later self-identifies as the \u201coffice loser\u201d), he turns on his implanted auto-personality:<\/p>\r\n

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Candid turned on the software, and immediately his vision faded into a whitish haze. Only his overlays were visible.
When he had first tried the auto-personality in private, the sensory fade-out scared him. But he realized that the software couldn\u2019t work if you were watching and analyzing the situation for yourself. You could play back what happened later, or, of course, turn it off at any time.
With all his senses muted except touch, he became acutely conscious of the texture of his seat and the cool metal of his buckle where his arm rested against it. He felt his mouth move, but he couldn\u2019t hear what he was saying, and then he felt his arm rise and do something, an unfamiliar gesture the auto-personality had chosen. He didn\u2019t resist.\u00a0 p. 43<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

Candid later discovers that his auto-personality has arranged a coffee date with the man, Barack, and he initially tries to deal with their next encounter on his own. However, after a fumble or two, he switches the auto-personality back on. Then, after leaving the coffee bar, they go somewhere else, and Candid briefly surfaces to find himself in a low-lit room. When Barack asks him if there is anything wrong he lets the auto-personality take over again, and after a while senses that they are having sex. This produces a good line:<\/p>\r\n

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And that was how Candid lost his virginity while unable to see, hear, smell, or taste anything.\u00a0 p. 46<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

The rest of the piece sees Candid spend most of the following work day watching himself having sex (the software records what happens when it is active), and agonising about not being able to be himself in the relationship. When (spoiler) he finally manages to turn off the AP for a longer period he finds that the excitement of personal interaction with Barack is going to trigger his seizures. Ultimately, Candid decides that Barack deserves his AP and not him.
This is an interesting piece that, I guess, explores to what extent people suppress their real selves to be part of a couple, or to fit into society more generally. But I\u2019m not sure that is writer\u2019s intention: if it was he would probably have ended the story at the \u201cit was the only adult, loving choice to make\u201d line, and not continued on with a final two paragraphs where Candid experiences as much of the real world as he can before he once more visits Barack\u2019s apartment. If I have got this broadly correct, then moving the \u201cloving choice\u201d sentiment to the very end of the piece would be the better option.
So, in conclusion, a thought-provoking piece but perhaps not an entirely successful one.
\u2217\u2217<\/strong>+ (Average to good, and probably a minor revision away from the latter). 3700 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

No Stone Unturned<\/strong><\/em> by Nick Wolven jettisons his (more usual, in my experience) breezy, lightweight approach in a more serious piece that starts with Martin coming back to his automated \u201cHappyHome\u201d to find his partner has left his son to run wild, with toys and dishes and mess everywhere. After he finds his son in bed asleep, Martin goes outside to find his wife Anna, who is having some sort of breakdown or dissociative episode in the communal reflecting pond.
Martin is later contacted by a man called Daniel, who says he can explain what has happened to his wife. When they meet he suggests that Anna has become \u201cdecohesive\u201d\u2014a result of her being a \u201cLeaper\u201d one of the first astronauts to use a quantum matter transmission device to explore the Galaxy.
The rest of the story sees a physicist called Lina from the LEAP program turn up, and Anna have further episodes where she forgets to pick up the child from nursery, or leaves him in the car, etc. Then Martin and Daniel meet again, and we get more of Daniel\u2019s outsider hand-wavium about the LEAP process. He finally explains that that it doesn\u2019t account for the \u201cchaos\u201d of the human mind when scanning a subject for quantum transmission, causing personality changes in those transported.
The final scene (spoiler) has Martin return home to find Lina the physicist there again, and to be told that Anna has decided to go back out again because she wants to be among the stars.
I found this dull, unengaging stuff, partly because of the makey-up science (shoving \u201cquantum\u201d and \u201cchaos\u201d in there does not make the hand-wavium believable), and partly because I just didn\u2019t care about Anna, who seems to spend most of her time pretentiously staring at the stars or reflections of them in water (I exaggerate, but that\u2019s what it felt like).
\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 9,600 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

The Three-Day Hunt<\/strong><\/em> by Robert R. Chase starts with an Afghanistan veteran called Hammond going to investigate a flying saucer that has crashed near to his cabin in the woods. When he and Tripod, his three-legged dog, get to the craft the pilot is missing, so they start tracking it.
The rest of the story has the pair following the alien through the wood for the next couple of days, during which we get Hammond\u2019s military and domestic backstory as well as the dog\u2019s (their paths crossed in Afghanistan, just before a bomb went off and injured them both). Later, the military contact him by phone to try to get him to stop his pursuit, but Hammond ignores them and carries on.
Then (spoiler), when Hammond stops to treat the dog\u2019s bleeding paws, he finally sees the alien. As Hammond approaches it, the alien gestures towards the dog\u2014at which point the story dissolves into a mini-lecture about how humanity\u2019s domestication and\/or symbiosis with dogs makes it more likely that we will be able to successfully establish a relationship with aliens.
More a notion than a story, but okay, I suppose.
\u2217\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 4900 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

Table Etiquette for Diplomatic Personnel, in Seventeen Scenes <\/strong><\/em>by Suzanne Palmer opens with Station Commander Ennie Niagara of Kenlon Station having dinner with the Ijt ambassador, an avian like alien. Niagara listens to the Ijt\u2019s account of the previous commander\u2019s fall from grace (a food related incident involving the serving of ghost peppers), and learns that his actions were designed to get rid of the Joxto, a troublesome race of aliens, from the station. The conversation closes with the ambassador\u2019s news that the Joxto are on their way back.
Multiple plot elements and characters are then introduced into the story: two aliens, Qasi and Baxo, set off the fire alarms when they try the human custom of fondue (the latter creature is unknown to the rest of the station, and lurks in the air ducts); then a spaceship arrives with a Captain Vincente, who comes with official news of the Joxto\u2019s imminent arrival; meanwhile, a body is found in engineering, which turns out to be the previous station commander . . . .
After this the stories trundles along while the investigation proceeds. More characters are introduced (two security officers, Mackie and Digby, as well as Dr Reed). There is an alien fruit ceremony that Ennie attends before later going to her office and finding a piece of fruit that Bako, the \u201cghost alien\u201d has left there. Then Vincente gets news from Earth that there is an assassin on the station looking to kill the Joxto.
After the fruit left in the commander\u2019s cabin is identified as a particularly delicious one from Tyfse, a planet destroyed previously by the warring Joxto and Okgono, this all eventually resolves (spoiler) in the station\u2019s garden ring. There we find out that Fred the gardener is plotting with the remaining surviving Tyfsian to sell the fruit it has saved from its planet, in return for assisting it to kill both the Joxto and Okgono. The story closes with Ennie confronting both races about the genocide.
This is an okay story, I guess, but it\u2019s plodding as its title, goes on too long, and generally felt like a dull \u2018Sector General\u20194<\/sup> story with trendy pronouns:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cThat is because I have not yet added the [fondue] heat source,\u201d Qasi said. \u201cI wished to test my understanding of the processes and equipment, and also refine my selection of sauces, before I invite an entire party to participate in the experience. I will even invite the commander!\u201d
\u201cWhat is the heat source, though?\u201d Bako asked. Ey rotated eir head upside down so ey could peer at the underside of the pot, long whiskers bent back. \u201cSome sort of thermal pod?\u201d
\u201cNo!\u201d Qasi said, her long tail twitching behind her from the excitement. \u201cThis is the very best part.\u201d
She pulled out a small metal can, took the lid off, and slipped it between the legs of the stand under the pot. Then she grasped the small pull-tab on the side between two claws and pulled.
Flame jetted out of the top of the can, engulfing the pot. Bako skittered away on all eir two dozen legs, screeching in alarm. \u201cIt\u2019s supposed to be able to be modulated,\u201d Qasi said, trying to get close enough to see without burning her own whiskers. \u201cI probably should have read the instructions.\u201d
\u201cFire!\u201d Bako shouted. \u201cYou made a fire! On a space station! This was a terrible idea, Qasi!\u201d\u00a0 p. 79<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

I can see why you might use these pronouns for a human character, but why use them for a genderless alien instead of \u201cthey\u201d or \u201ctheir\u201d or \u201cits\u201d? It\u2019s an unnecessary distraction.
Another thing that irritated me by the end of the story was the continuous mention of food. There are numerous occasions where various characters are eating, and one of these, where a minor character is stuffing a burrito into his cakehole, just destroyed my suspension-of-disbelief. I thought, \u2018They are still eating burritos on a distant space station hundreds of years from now?\u2019
I also didn\u2019t much care for the lazy contemporary dialogue and thoughts that the characters sometimes express. Apart from the likes of \u201cHoly shit that\u2019s good\u201d and \u201ccrap ton of energy,\u201d we also have twaddle like this:<\/p>\r\n

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The coffee machine was, in one of humanity\u2019s oldest and most sacred covenants, fair game, with the caveat that if you finished the pot, you set it to make another.\u00a0 p. 84<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

I usually look forward to Palmer\u2019s work but this was disappointing.
\u2217\u2217<\/strong> (Average, barely). 15,150 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

Hunches<\/strong><\/em> by Kristine Kathryn Rusch is one of her \u2018Diving\u2019 series, although a peripheral piece I think, and it starts in the wreckage of a spaceship bridge, with Lieutenant Jicha as the only survivor:<\/p>\r\n

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He watched it happen in real time, gloved hands gripping the console, the small fiery thing still glowing, as if it was waiting for the oxygen to return. The small fiery thing seemed to be gloating, its redness pulsing, taunting him.
He had watched it zoom inside, then burrow into the floor, not too far from his boots. The boots that had their gravity turned on, so he wouldn\u2019t get pulled out of the bridge with the atmosphere, like so many others had.
But he had risked getting hit by that small and fiery thing, and somehow, it had missed him.\u00a0 p. 102-103<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

There is then a long flashback (almost two pages of italics, so good luck to the dyslexics among you) where we learn about a group of alien \u201cfireflies\u201d surrounding the ship, and of Jicha\u2019s hunches. These latter mean that most of the story development comes from him intuiting matters (which also means the author does massive amounts of telling rather than showing).
Jicha\u2019s hunches include the realisation that the \u201csmall and fiery\u201d thing is causing multiple system failures, and that he needs to get it out of the ship. By the end of the story he (spoiler) has managed to put it into a box and throw it out of the hole it made on the way in.
If this sounds a uselessly reductive description of the story, I can assure you it is not, and that most of the piece is spent in Jicha\u2019s head watching him make guesses about what is going on. This produces a grossly padded sub-Star Trek<\/em> story and one which, by the way, is partly written in an irritating telegraphic style:<\/p>\r\n

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He wasn\u2019t on his own.
He opened a communications link to engineering. He identified himself, and then\u2014the link cut out.
He re-established it, saw that they were trying to respond but seemingly were unable to.
Which meant they knew the problems existed; they just didn\u2019t know what the problems were.
Communicating with them, though, wasn\u2019t going to be dangerous. Not to them, not to him.
He just had to figure out how.
He glanced at that hole again, space glinting out there\u2014or maybe the fireflies, the light. Surely engineering would notice that the nanobits weren\u2019t functioning right.
But no one had come to the bridge yet. No one had come to see if anyone was alive here, or injured or in need of rescue.
Did they think everyone was dead?
He opened yet another screen on his console, saw the environmental system still trying to reboot and nothing else. He couldn\u2019t see any locations of crew personnel.
That system was never supposed to fail and it had.
Or maybe the Izlovchi<\/em> was going through cascading failures.\u00a0 p. 107<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

– (Awful). 7,650 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

Humans and Other People<\/strong><\/em> by Sean William Swanwick5<\/sup> opens with Mitchell and a robot called Simone (\u201cSimone Lucie Ernestine Marie Bertrand de Beauvoir\u201d) in a boat, with Mitchell diving down to a drowned Atlantic City Municipal Court to retrieve various documents. When he surfaces, Simone gives him news of an apartment fire. The pair are soon back on land and at the site of the blaze, where they manage to finagle matters so they are the only ones permitted to enter the \u201cunsafe\u201d building. This is followed by a meeting where they shake down the residents to get the salvage contract for their possessions.
The main part of the story (spoiler) sees the pair at work in the building, in which, the guard warns them, there may be an \u201canthroform\u201d lurking. They soon find out that it is a robot when it physically attacks Mitchell and then Simone. During this episode they realise that it is made from standard parts, speaks Chinese, and its power levels are low (the only thing the creature says during the scuffle is that it has 6% power remaining). This encounter leads to more robots in the attic, where Mitchell gives them batteries and then rigs a solar panel to give them a permanent power supply. Then he and Simone leave.
The plot is by far the weakest part of this piece: not only is it relatively uncomplicated, but the idea of giving experimental robots of an unknown origin (one of whom has previously attacked you) a power supply and leaving them to it seems rather foolhardy. However, the story is fluently told, and there is a lively relationship between Mitchell and Simone that results in some sparky and\/or quirky conversation. This isn\u2019t limited to the exchanges between the pair however, as the apartment owners discover:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cNo, wait, hold on,\u201d said one of the interchangeable three. \u201cSo, we\u2019re paying, what, you? And, er, your\u2014\u201d they paused, confused. \u201cF. . . friend? Employee? The robot?\u201d Simone turned a featureless head toward the speaker and said nothing. \u201cAnd they\u2019re going to help you retrieve things?\u201d
\u201cShe is going to help.\u201d
\u201cExcuse me?\u201d
\u201cShe is going to help.\u201d Simone\u2019s tone had grown clipped. \u201cNot they. There is only me.\u201d
The marks practically fell over one another in a confused torrent of explanation. \u201cI thought robots were theys instead of its\u2014\u201d \u201cYou\u2019re definitely displaying a gender neutral\u2014\u201d \u201cWait, is robot wrong? I\u2019ve heard people saying Mobile Anthroform\u2014\u201d
Simone played an audio file of a sharp handclap as two sets of metal fingers came together, silencing the table. \u201cNo offense is taken,\u201d Simone said. \u201cIf you find yourself struggling with the nomenclature, please feel free to ignore me completely.\u201d
Mitch cursed inwardly\u2014Simone had been getting worse and worse at handling the clients. In Pittsburgh, a recent argument about the nature of identity had ended with the clients never calling again.\u00a0 p. 117<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

It is a mixed bag of a story, but a very promising debut: I look forward to further stories from this writer.
\u2217\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 5,300 words.<\/p>\r\n

\u2022<\/p>\r\n

Shy Sarah and the Draft Pick Lottery<\/strong><\/em> by Ted Kosmatka starts off with a woman called Sarah arranging an encounter with a fan called Ames at a baseball match. She sits in the seat next to him after a supposed ticket mix-up (his girlfriend has been delayed by the rest of her team) and, after a certain amount of pretence and social chit-chat, she eventually introduces the idea of sabermetrics (statistical analysis of baseball results), and also that teams want particular fans\u2014superfans\u2014because they positively influence the outcome of their matches.
After this we see Sarah with her bosses, who quiz her about the suitability of Ames as a \u201ccandidate\u201d and, later on, she arranges to bump into him. They go for a walk, and she tells him about her job:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cIt works like this,\u201d I say. \u201cMost people are normal, but one out of a hundred is different. They have some kind of talent that\u2019s hard to explain. For me it started in childhood\u2014crippling shyness, the obligate side effect. I was sent to see specialists.
My parents thought it was therapy, but the specialists had their own ideas. In reality, they were conducting a search.\u201d
\u201cSearch for what?\u201d
\u201cFor children like me. Who could help them with people like you.\u201d I glance at him.
\u201cThe real prospects.\u201d
\u201cSo you\u2019re saying I\u2019m one of these prospects?\u201d
\u201cThat you are. A certified, top-tier, can\u2019t-miss prospect, and no going back now. But don\u2019t blame me; it was the spreadsheet cowboys who found you. I just gave the final nod.\u201d
The Walk sign flashes and we cross the intersection.
\u201cFound me how?\u201d\u00a0 p. 130<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

She goes on to tell him more about the world of \u201cshies,\u201d \u201cply-mouths,\u201d \u201cdaykeeps\u201d and \u201clatents.\u201d And of \u201cprospects,\u201d fans like him whose luck rubs off on the teams.
The rest of the story shows us a draft meeting where Ames is discussed by various corporate types and sold to a team in Texas (all of this without his attendance or knowledge). We also see Sarah telling Ames of a much wider conspiracy that involves the drafting of people into various other jobs (valets, blackjack dealers, cashiers, Uber drivers, etc.), which may be in locations they do not want to live (there is also a crack about only untalented people being allowed to become bankers and lawyers). She finally advises him that when he gets an upcoming job offer he should accept it\u2014or he will experience unpleasant consequences.
The story ends (spoiler) with Ames missing the flight to his new job, and Sarah tracking him down and telling him she wants him to help her fight the system.
This is a readable enough story but I wasn\u2019t convinced by the Sabermetric conspiracy gimmick, and I\u2019m not that interested in baseball stories (or the author\u2019s infatuation with \u201cknuckle ball throwers\u201d). Finally, I\u2019m getting a bit bored of stories with simplistic anti-capitalist subtexts, most of which never amount to much beyond conspiracies and\/or smash the system endings.
\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 8,250 words.<\/p>\r\n

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Mayor for Today<\/strong><\/em> by Fran Wilde6<\/sup> begins with its narrator, Victor, being offered the job of Mayor of Danzhai in China, but only for one day. His GigTime app tells him that the job is well paid and includes travel and accommodation so, as Victor needs the money, he accepts.
After half a dozen pages of setup (we learn a lot<\/em> about the future gig economy and Victor\u2019s financial and life circumstances) he finally arrives in Danzhai and joins a queue at the municipal office to sign on for the job, only to find a massive queue of mayors-for-a-day. It then materialises that one of the previous mayors has refused to quit and, as the other mayors subsequently can\u2019t sign on and complete their jobs, the GigTime app won\u2019t give them their tickets and visas to fly home. So they are all stranded in Danzhai. Then, after his second night there, Victor ends up in the same situation when he loses his room at the hotel and has to share with a group of the other mayors.
The remainder of the story shows us the economic and social ecosystem that has evolved around the hundreds of stranded mayors, and there are also a few set pieces as well: drone footage of their plight appears on the news, Victor meets the incumbent Mayor and discovers he is an alien, and so on. Eventually (spoiler) Victor and the others manage to trick the alien Mayor into planting a tree, which completes his job and also that of all the others.
There is the seed of a half-decent story here but this takes far too long to get going (Ron Goulart would have got to the queue of mayors in about 800 words, not six pages), and making the trouble-making mayor an alien is over-egging the pudding. It also has an overlong and weak ending. I struggled to finish this, which is not surprising given that it is a 6,000 word story crammed into 10,000.
I\u2019d also add that this latter aspect of the story seems fairly typical of the current generation of writers, who seem incapable of writing concisely or pacing a story, and who think that endless prattle about the character\u2019s job or personal concerns will be of obvious interest to readers. Personally, I\u2019m not interested in thinly veiled descriptions of the writer or their friends\u2019 problems with the gig time economy, student loans, housing or other family and domestic trivia. When did SF become about this?
\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 9,900 words.<\/p>\r\n

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I Didn\u2019t Buy It<\/strong><\/em> by Naomi Kanakia starts with an android called Reznikov being abused by his female owner until a friend of hers calls the police and she is arrested. After this Reznikov rips out his transponder and lives wild until he meets another woman and starts living with her. The rest of the story details their relationship (and the woman\u2019s reservations about him) until they eventually have children\u2014at which point the \u201cstory\u201d grinds to a halt.
This story is similar to the kind of work you find on Tor.com (I suspect Reznikov is a metaphor for a certain type of emotionally shutdown man) and it has MFA\/writer\u2019s workshop stamped all over it. Apart from the fact there is little in the way of structure or an arc, I could have done without the omniscient author comments, e.g. \u201cThis is a story about a creature that was incapable of telling stories about itself.\u201d
\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 2,850 words.<\/p>\r\n

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The Realms of Water<\/strong><\/em> by Robert Reed is part of his \u201cGreat Ship\u201d series and gets off to a picturesque start with a group of travellers crossing a desert in a slow and uncomfortable six-legged machine (the native Grand Many make travellers endure this to dissuade them from making the journey to their city). The story opens with one of the passengers, the male of a Janusian couple (who grows out of the back of his female partner) addressing the other seven humans in the cabin about the illusion of friendship produced while travelling in such straitened circumstances. After going on at some length, he eventually concludes with this:<\/p>\r\n

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A little laugh. Then, \u201cNow imagine that we remain trapped inside this minuscule space for even longer. Oh, let\u2019s say for the next three hundred cycles. I guarantee, it won\u2019t matter how noble and decent each one of you believes yourself to be. You will come to hate everyone else. Indeed, after three hundred cycles inside this miserable cabin, you\u2019ll find yourself wanting the strange old lady in back to please, please step outside and die. And why? Because you\u2019ve grown so tired\u2014all of us are so very tired\u2014of that goddamn endless smile of hers.\u201d
The janusian fell silent, and everyone else laughed.
Loudest of all was the old woman sitting in back.\u00a0 p. 165<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

The woman at the back is eventually revealed to be Quee Lee, a very old and wealthy woman from the Great Ship who, when their machine is damaged after stumbling into a pothole, suggests they divert to a nearby house where one of the Grand Many lives in isolation.
When they arrive Lee pleads for help at the door of the home, but they are ignored until, eventually, two robots appear and begin repairing their machine. Then Lee wanders off into the desert night and stumbles upon one of the Grand Many (presumably the owner of the house). Lee and the huge creature start talking, and she provides, at its request, and after \u201cripping away thousands of years of existence,\u201d a brief autobiography. Then she learns that the creature she is talking to is a male, and his name is The Great Surus:<\/p>\r\n

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\u201cI took the name from human history.\u201d Then he said it again, in a very specific way. \u201cSurus.\u201d
She repeated the word.
\u201cDo you know the name?\u201d
Quee Lee asked her bioceramic mind for advice, a thousand potential answers dislodged from a long life full of curiosity. Because of cues in the diction, one possibility felt a little more appropriate than the rest.
She began to answer, offering a first word.
And Surus repeated the word. \u201c\u2018Elephant,\u2019\u201d he said. \u201cYes. To be specific, Surus was Hannibal Barca\u2019s favorite war elephant.\u201d
\u201cAnd why take that name?\u201d she asked.
\u201cI was studying your species,\u201d he said. \u201cLong before I arrived on the Great Ship, I came across the elephant\u2019s story. And somehow his life and his miseries found a home inside me.\u201d
\u201cOh,\u201d was the best reaction that she could manage.
Silence came, and then a distant voice crossed the ridge. A human male was calling to someone else. But whoever was shouting fell silent again. Just the two of them were sitting on that slope together, and looking at the golden dome, Quee Lee finally asked, \u201cDid you also walk across the Alps?\u201d
The giant\u2019s hand moved, swift and gentle, one finger touching the human shoulder and then gone again. Leaving behind the heat of a giant electrically charged body, and stealing some of her perspiration, too.
\u201cThe Alps would be nothing,\u201d said that quiet, sorrowful voice. \u201cYou cannot begin to guess the life that I have marched.\u201d\u00a0 p. 171<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

Most of the remainder of the story tells of The Great Surus\u2019s life history, something that, in some respects, parallels the story of Hannibal and his elephants (this and the Roman Carthagian wars are mentioned in the introduction to the story). This account begins with the birth of the city of Samoon, and how their army one day marches to the Lithium Wash to dig up thirty-nine Grand Many orphans. The Great Surus is one of them, and we see how he and the others are raised by an old woman of their kind, and later trained for the defence of the city. We also learn of the Grand Many\u2019s electrical physiology, and how they communicate by microwaves (one day, when Surus climbs a mountain, he can hear many others of his own kind in the distance).
Then the commander of the army dies and his son takes over, starting a war with the Mistrials. The next few chapters detail the long conflict (spoiler): how the Samoon army cross the mountains by using carriages and massive batteries to extend the range of the Grand Many; the use of the Many as fireships in a huge land battle; the siege of The City of Promises and the near mutiny among the Many, only prevented when they smell the \u201csweet electric\u201d over the wall. Eventually, after a huge battle on a peninsula, the Samoons build a fleet of rafts to return home, but are ambushed at sea. Surus walks off the raft to avoid capture and descends into the depths.
The story then skips forward eight hundred thousand years, to a point in time where the seas of the planet have boiled off into the atmosphere. Surus\u2019s body is found by scientists and recharged, and he comes back to consciousness. Eventually he decides he doesn\u2019t like talking to the scientists and he leaves, travelling to the mountain that separates the lands of the Many and the water people.
At this point in the tale Lee\u2019s machine is fixed, so The Great Surus brings his story to an end. She travels on to the City of Copper Salts, where the natives\u2019 initial irritation at the modifications to their machine is quelled by the revelation that they were completed on the orders of The Great Surus.
I\u2019m not sure this story forms a particularly coherent whole but the individual parts are fascinating and, if you are looking for a story that is part Roman history, part weird alien ecosystem, and part time-spanning epic\u2014a story that is vast\u2014then this will fit the bill. I almost rated it as very good, and probably would have if it hadn\u2019t been for one or two parts that are not as clear as they could be (e.g. the initial meeting between Lee and Surus is a little confusing when it comes to what he looks like). Nevertheless, possibly one for the \u2018Best of the Year\u2019 anthologies.
\u2217\u2217\u2217<\/strong>+ (Good to Very Good). 19,850 words.<\/p>\r\n

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The non-fiction in this issue just adds to the general feel of mediocrity. The Cover<\/strong><\/em> by Donato Giancola is a dark piece, and the little light there is consists mostly of a blurry face\u2014hardly the kind of thing that is going to grab you on the newsstand. That said, any artist would struggle to produce a decent cover for Asimov\u2019s<\/em> given their propensity for carpet-bombing the artwork with type\u2014as, once again, they do here.
A Magical Eire<\/strong><\/em> by Sheila Williams provides an account of her pre-Wordcon tour of Ireland in 2019; Robert Silverberg contributes One Hundred Years of Robots<\/strong><\/em>, an essay cum dull Wikipedia article about the hundredth anniversary of the word \u2018robot\u2019; and Get It?<\/strong><\/em> by James Patrick Kelly sees him trail round the internet once again, this time looking at SF humour. Even On Books: Out There<\/strong><\/em> by Norman Spinrad is uncharacteristically dull this issue, and sees him vexed about the \u201crubber science\u201d of faster-than-light travel (personally I could care less). After the introduction bemoaning the use of this in fiction he goes on to an examination of Transformation<\/em> by James Gunn, Relic <\/em>by Alan Dean Foster, and The Death of the Universe<\/em> by Brandon Q. Morris (if I recall correctly\u2014it was some time ago and I omitted to make notes\u2014the \u00a0very long lived people\/immortals of the latter novel and their travels around the universe impressed Spinrad the most).
There is also Poetry<\/strong><\/em> in this issue from Jane Yolen (two items), Leslie J. Anderson, Robert Frazier, and Avra Margariti (none of which, as per usual, particularly grabbed me); In Memoriam: Mike Resnick (1942-2020)<\/strong><\/em> is a short but heart-felt obituary by Sheila Williams; Next Issue <\/strong><\/em>plugs a new Greg Egan novella, as well as another few well-known names (Rudy Rucker, Michael Swanwick, James Patrick Kelly, etc.); and there is the annual Thirty-Fifth Annual Readers’ Award<\/strong><\/em> and Index<\/strong><\/em>, and the usual SF Conventional Calendar<\/strong><\/em> by Erwin S. Strauss.<\/p>\r\n

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But for the two strong novellas, this would be a poor issue. In particular the columns seem very tired (Silverberg seems to be scraping the barrel for ideas, and Kelly\u2019s column might have been useful in 1998, but I fail to see the point of it now). I suspect what we have here is an editor who is unwilling to knife those aspects of the magazine that have outlived their usefulness.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\r\n

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1. The first published story of Ray Nayler\u2019s \u2018Sylvia Aldstatt\u2019 series is The Disintergration Loops<\/em> (Asimov\u2019s SF<\/em>, November\/December 2019). I suggest you read A Rocket for Dimitrios<\/em> first.

2. The Nayler probably won\u2019t be on the Hugo ballot because it appears in a print magazine and isn\u2019t available free online. And because it is also up against the Tor novellas, which are published as books (and book voters outnumber short fiction voters). Among other things.<\/p>\r\n

3. If I was editing the magazine I\u2019m not sure I\u2019d include this reading-desire killing sentence in the introduction to the Cloake story:<\/p>\r\n

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With a background in academic philosophy, he uses his fiction to explore the ethical and ontological problems of truth, human personhood, and aesthetic value. p. 43<\/p>\r\n<\/blockquote>\r\n

4. The \u2018Sector General\u2019 series, by James White, were stories about a hospital in space which treated different types of aliens. There is a list on ISFDB<\/a>\u2014read those instead.<\/p>\r\n

5. The introduction to the Swanwick story mentions Gardner Dozois (whose office manager the author was) shaking a baby toy at him when Swanwick was an infant, so I presume the author is the son of Michael Swanwick.<\/p>\r\n

6. There is this under the title of Fran Wilde\u2019s story: \u201cThe author acknowledges the support of the Future Affairs Administration, Danzhai SF Camp, and Wanda Group.\u201d Do we really need mini-Oscar acceptance speeches at the start of stories?\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\r\n

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