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Summary:
\nA rather unimpressive debut from a new digital-only UK SF magazine. There is only one notable story, Down and Out Under the Tannhauser Gate<\/em> by Ian Gullen, and the rest vary wildly in quality (from the almost-made-it to the awful). The non-fiction (which includes over twenty-five pages of book reviews) isn\u2019t really a bonus. There is no internal artwork, but the magazine has a decent interior design.
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Fiction:
\nDown and Out Under the Tannhauser Gate<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Ian Gullen \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+
\nGunbelt Highway<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Dan Abnett \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nNineteen Eighty-Nine<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Ken MacLeod \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Lichyard<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Harrison Varley \u2217<\/strong>
\nTime Traveller\u2019s Shoes<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 novelette by Yuliia Vereta \u2217<\/strong>
\nTesla on the Grass Alas<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Esther M. Friesner –
\nWe Have Forever<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Redfern Jon Barrett \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>
\nThe Power of 3<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Anna Tambour –
\nNova Oobleck Surfs the Second Aether<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 short story by Paul Di Filippo \u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+<\/p>\n

Non-fiction:
\nCover <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 by Vincent Sammy
\nInterior artwork<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 by Vincent Sammy
\nIntroduction <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 by Ian Whates
\nThrough the Star Gate<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 essay by Tom Hunter
\nIn the Weeds <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 essay by Anne C. Perry and Jared Shurin
\nBook Reviews <\/em><\/strong>\u2022 by Duncan Lunan (x5), Gareth D. Jones (x2), Andy Hedgecock (x3), Jack Deighton (x4), Donna Scott, H. E. George, Maureen Kincaid Speller (x2), Carol Goodwin, Kari Sperring, Dave Brzeski, Juliet E. McKenna, Mark West (x2), Nick Hubble, Sara Lillwall, John Howard
\nOne Remaining Hope for Sanity<\/em><\/strong> \u2022 interview of Christopher Priest by Andy Hedgecock<\/p>\n

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This is the first issue of a relatively recently launched digital-only magazine from PS Publishing in the UK,1<\/sup> and it leads off with editor Ian Whates\u2019 Introduction<\/em><\/strong>. This talks about the magazine\u2019s genesis (although it glosses over the fact that the contents were supposed to be the first issue of a taken-over Interzone<\/em> magazine2<\/sup>) and also discusses various other behind-the-scenes matters (comments about some of the columnists, the short submissions window the magazine had, the reviews section, etc.).<\/p>\n

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The fiction (again, all reviewed previously on sfshortstories.com) leads off with Down and Out Under the Tannhauser Gate<\/em><\/strong> by David Gullen. This has as its narrator a woman called Mercedes, who lives beside a stargate on a future Earth:<\/p>\n

This part of the world is a landscape of steps, a white stone hill two miles wide and one mile high. Eight thousand steps with a hundred flights and platforms. At the bottom lies a human city, a ramshackle shanty thing.
\nAt the top are the sky-high silver pillars of the Tannhauser Gate, the beautiful gate, the one we Earther soldiers tried so hard, so very damned hard, to reach.
\nHow I hate that gate. Yet here I am, living in its shadow. Most visitors climb the centre regions of the steps. The aliens come down and the replica men go up, because now they are free they can do what they want. Them, but not us.
\nCytheran guards keep everything peaceful, which is nice of them considering they made us rebuild the place when the war was over.\u00a0 p. 4<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The story opens with Mercedes meeting a woman called Riay coming back through the gate (we later find out she is physically altered, two elbows on each arm, three fingers on her hand, etc.). She tells Mercedes she has come back to help, and Mercedes refers to her as a \u201cpriestess\u201d at one point. We also get some back story about the war against the aliens, and some detail about the Cytheran guards that now patrol the Tannhauser gate (such as the fact they float just above the ground as they move around). We also learn that few humans are allowed to use the gates, although this does not stop many travellers coming to petition the aliens.
\nWe later learn more about Mercedes and Jonni\u2019s relationship (including that she is emotionally dependent on him) before three aliens arrive to see the site of the battle at the gate. Mercedes is on the point of telling them that she was a combatant when a man called Blascard arrives demanding a\u00a0minnesang<\/em>\u00a0from the aliens\u2014a key that will let him use the gate and travel to the thousand worlds on the other side. When he continues to make a nuisance of himself, and subsequently gets too close to the aliens, a Cytheran guard teleports him away. When Blascard later returns to the gate, he demands a key from Riay instead (one of the few humans who has been allowed to use the gate), but she offers him only the chance to learn from her.
\nThe penultimate part of the story (spoiler) sees Jonni offer water to a group of petitioners making their way up the steps to the gate. Mercedes speaks to the group and identifies herself as Sergeant Mercedes Gantl, the last survivor of the Fighting Ninth, the military unit that attacked the gate. Then she realises that the group are Neos, ex-military who intend doing the same. Mercedes and Jonni watch their attack: Jonni gets caught in the crossfire and is badly wounded. After all the Neos are killed, a Cytheran comes over to Mercedes, who is holding a dying Jonni in her arms:<\/p>\n

I heard a furious static burst and a hundred voices spoke in my mind.
\n\u2014this was never our intent
\nNever.
\nUnforseen
\n\u2014we know the difference
\nUnwished
\nUnwanted
\nAll our <untranslatable> weep with you
\nHe was never\u2014
\n\u2014he would ever have been\u2014
\nWelcomed
\n<\/em>A final Cytheran slid aside like a leaf on the wind and I was at the gate. The pillars went up forever, the space between a silver-grey curtain like soft rain. Beyond it lay everything we had been denied and now they were letting us through. Jonni was his own minnesang, and today, somehow, he was mine too. If I wanted, I could go through.
\n\u2014no, he is only himself\u2014
\nYou are your own song\u2014
\nChanged now.
\n\u2014each becomes their own minnesang.
\nIf you want\u2014<\/em>\u00a0p. 9<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

The Cytheran then takes the dying Jonni out of her arms to take him through the gate, and tells her to come back when she is ready.
\nThe last section of the story shows a changed Mercedes, no longer resentful but someone who now helps others. A year later she goes back to the gate and passes through. She spends a thousand years travelling on the other side of the gate before returning to find she has been gone for three days. She discovers that Blascard is really a teacher, helping those left behind to get through the gate. Mercedes and Blascard and Riay team up to work to that end.
\nThere isn\u2019t really much of a story here\u2014it is more a series of events\u2014but it has an intriguing setting, convincing description and characterisation, and a transcendent ending. Stock stuff maybe, but well put together. I thought this was a pretty good.3<\/sup>
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+ (Good to Very Good). 6,500 words.<\/p>\n

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Gunbelt Highway<\/em><\/strong> by Dan Abnett begins with several wiki-like disambiguations, the first of which is about a specific DRAV (Deep Range Assault Vehicle) called \u201cGunbelt Highway\u201d and the conflicts that particular vehicle was involved in (Gulf 6<\/em>\u00a0(2052),\u00a0Orbit 2<\/em>\u00a0(2053), etc.). This is followed by other Gunbelt Highway wikis, which in turn describe a stretch of road, two different songs, a space traffic route, a piece of malware, a TV movie, an account of the Biafran War, and a western adventure novella. As you read through these wikis, there are inconsistencies in the history they describe, something that is developed when the next wiki discusses a sentient meme:<\/p>\n

Bentley (and others) also stress that the Gunbelt Highway Effect is far more insidious than the other described phenomena, in several key ways. One, its effect is often scattershot and piecemeal, rather than revolving around a single articulable fact. Two, it not only acts to change or invert verifiable historical details, it often seems to function retroactively, altering, mutating and even cross-pollinating the \u2018prior strata\u2019 of axiomatic information upon which any verification of said details depends. As such, the effect seems to possess an acausal property, which Bentley variously calls \u2018quantum memetics\u2019 or \u2018memetic relativity\u2019, behaving contrary to chronological or linear progression, with meaning and significance shifting depending on the objective position of the observer. Three, it not only affects a modification of collective psychology, but also of hard (usually digital) data.\u00a0 p. 15-16.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Later on in the story this meme is traced back to science fiction in a droll passage:<\/p>\n

In \u201cThe Primate Pool\u201d (2098), Bell controversially traces the ideas of skeuomophic resonance and quantum memetics back to the pulp fiction mass produced during the 20th century. He suggests that the \u201cheavy lifting\u201d of human cultural development has occurred, not in the deliberate field of philosophy, with its \u201cscrupulous laboratory condition\u201d, but \u201cin the wild\u201d, without oversight or adequate containment, in works of science fiction and speculative fiction. While a significant portion of science fiction has been \u201cpurposefully prescient\u201d and has often accurately predicted many aspects of what was deemed \u2018the future\u2019, Bell argues that the vast majority of works in the genre have been produced \u201clike wildfire, almost at random, without peer review, and usually with a throw-away or wilfully disposable intent. Words were a base currency, squandered with spendthrift glee, with no thought for the exchange rate, or the infinite variations of idea they could generate\u201d. Bell describes the authors of the genre, often producing frantically on demand to meet publishing deadlines and pay-by-the-word counts, as \u201ctoiling like the aphoristic infinite monkeys with infinite typewriters, generating incalculable quantities of ideas purely for the purpose of escapist entertainment, without regard for the pernicious durability or half-life of those ideas\u201d.
\nBell draws a clear distinction between the small coterie of \u201cresponsible speculative authors\u201d who conscientiously pursued the development of prescient scientific and sociopolitical concepts, and the \u201cnow largely anonymous legion of hacks and jobbing writers\u201d who wrote \u201cwith flagrant abandon\u201d to mass-manufacture prodigious quantities of consumable entertainment, the equivalent of \u201cfast food giants churning out food substitutes that favoured short-term gratification over nourishment, or pre-regulation plastics manufacturers overstuffing cultural and mental landfills\u201d.\u00a0 p. 16<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

This idea of a changing or tampered-with history is examined once more using the biography of the previously mentioned Biafran War writer but, by the time I finished the story, I wasn\u2019t entirely sure what was going on. The central conceit, and the changing events, are also buried under far too many words\u2014the story would benefit from being shorter and more focussed (especially at the beginning, where it takes far too long to get going).
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 7,600 words.<\/p>\n

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Nineteen Eighty-Nine<\/em><\/strong> by Ken MacLeod is set in the world of George Orwell\u2019s novel\u00a01984<\/em>\u00a0(now out of copyright), and takes place five years after Winston Smith\u2019s interrogation, torture and indoctrination at the hands of the Thought Police. The story opens with Smith drinking gin in the Chestnut Tree Caf\u00e9, and watching a news program about Number One (the leader of the enemy state Eastasia). Then he recognises a man sitting behind him, and realises it is Syme, who previously worked with Smith in the Research Department until Syme was unpersonned, disappeared. Syme begins talking to Smith, and tells him that he was sentenced to ten years in a labour camp in Shetland but was released early.
\nDuring the pair\u2019s subsequent conversation Smith finds out that Syme is going back to his old job (Syme notes his ex-colleagues are still working on the eleventh edition of the Newspeak dictionary), before they are interrupted by events on the screen, which shows Eastasian people protesting against Number One\u2014an unprecedented event. Smith, Syme and the rest of the caf\u00e9\u2019s patrons join in with shouts of \u201cDown with Number One!\u201d, cries similar to those they would normally make during the Two Minute Hate.
\nAfter Syme leaves, Smith starts walking home, only to be accosted by the Thought Police and bundled into a car. Sitting in the back is O\u2019Brien, the man who tortured and psychologically broke Smith in Room 101. Smith tells O\u2019Brien to get it over with (Smith expects to be executed, and has done for the last five years) but O\u2019Brien says a worse fate awaits him: Smith subsequently spends several days in a rubber cell withdrawing from his alcohol addiction.
\nO\u2019Brien then sends for Smith (spoiler):<\/p>\n

\u2018Why have you brought me here?\u2019 Winston asked.
\nO\u2019Brien resettled his spectacles on his nose, and looked at Winston with the intense, unspoken sympathy of their first exchanged glance, long ago. It was as if the arrest, the torture, the long interrogation and indoctrination, and the room that Winston could\u2014with some effort\u2014avoid thinking about, had never happened.
\n\u2018I am engaged,\u2019 said O\u2019Brien, \u2018in a conspiracy to overthrow the rule of the Party in Airstrip One, and hopefully in the whole of Oceania. You have a small but important part to play in this conspiracy. Will you join me?\u2019
\nWinston\u2019s mug rattled as he put it down. A cold sweat broke from his every pore. It was possible that this was a test of his loyalty. It was also possible that O\u2019Brien\u2014the manipulator, the torturer, the inquisitor, the provocateur\u2014was after all an enemy of the Party! In either case, it was best to play along. If he did not, he was unlikely to leave this place alive. He could always gather what information he was able to, and denounce O\u2019Brien to the Thought Police at the first opportunity.\u00a0 p. 22<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

In the rest of this long section, O\u2019Brien unveils a conspiracy which involves many of the Thought Police, and he also provides Smith with an account of what life was like under Socialism at the end of the WWII. He then reveals that Smith is one of the Windrush generation (a black immigrant from Jamaica). O\u2019Brien finally adds that there are other people who can remember what it was like at the end of the war, and takes Smith to meet some soldiers.
\nThe last part of the story sees O\u2019Brien and Smith go to an underground shelter where members of the military are in the process of mounting a coup. During the visit a black officer called Haynes gives Smith an account of the various flash points and insurrections in Oceania before the pair ask him to be the Minister of Truth in the new provisional government (\u201cpolitical reasons in the Americas [mean] that at least one of the Ministers in the new [Airstrip One] government should be a Negro.\u201d) Then, during this conversation, there is an attack on the bunker by forces that are still loyal to Oceania. After the shoot-out Haynes is dead, and Syme appears from the smoke as the leader of the rebels who have saved Smith and O\u2019Brien from the loyalist attackers. The revolution succeeds, and Smith then becomes Minister of Truth.
\nThe first half or so of this is quite well done, but the later insertion of contemporary political issues (Windrush, racial strife in America) completely derails any suspension of disbelief, and seems like little more than a facile black-washing of Orwell\u2019s novel (racial conflict is mentioned in the story but is not addressed in any meaningful or significant way).
\nA game of two halves.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 9,000 words.<\/p>\n

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The Lichyard\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>by Harrison Valley begins with a man called Emil carrying the corpse of a man called Taff to the Lichyard. They squabble along the way:<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy\u2019re you complaining? You paid me to get you to the Lichyard as fast as possible!\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t realize I\u2019d be staring into the sun the whole time.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you want from me? It\u2019s evening, and the Lichyard\u2019s in the east.\u201d There are two voices but one set of footsteps. \u201cBesides, the sun can\u2019t hurt you. You don\u2019t even have eyes.\u201d
\n\u201cYet it is blinding.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\nA man walks from an alleyway, talking over his shoulder.
\nLashed to his back, a grey and dusty burden bounces limply with each step. A human skull lolls over toward the man\u2019s ear, and from between decayed teeth come the words, \u201cI\u2019m dead. Don\u2019t I deserve compassion?\u201d\u00a0 p. 29<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

En route Emil loses the three coins he needs to put on Taff\u2019s eyes and mouth when he buries him, and so he comes up with a plan to steal those from another corpse when they get to the graveyard. However, when they arrive, matters play out differently (spoiler): Emil buries Taff without the coins but, when the undertaker arrives, he changes his mind. However, when Emil digs down to retrieve the body he finds it has disappeared. Then the undertaker is shot by an old person in a tree, and Emil is told to take the corpse back to where he lost the coins.
\nThere are a couple of good images and scenes here (the quarrel at the beginning, the Lichyard, etc.) but these haven\u2019t been turned into a coherent whole.
\n\u2217<\/strong> (Mediocre). 2,500 words.<\/p>\n

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Time Traveller\u2019s Shoes<\/em><\/strong> by Yuliia Vereta opens with an intriguing short hook before becoming a long description of the narrator\u2019s friend Herbert, a childhood prodigy who is blunt to the point of rudeness with other people. We see this play out in various scenes from Herbert\u2019s childhood, mostly at school, from which he eventually gets expelled. Later in life he gets married, but his wife subsequently divorces him because of the many experiments he undertakes at home.
\nAfter more than four thousand words of back-story about Herbert (about half the length of this piece) we eventually get to the science fiction, when he visits the narrator\u2019s house and states that he has managed to make one of his mice disappear but can\u2019t replicate the experiment. Then Herbert vanishes while the pair are in the garden.
\nYears pass. The narrator\u2019s business thrives and his children grow up. One day, while he is looking in an old book, the narrator sees Herbert in a photograph taken in 1913 (fifty years earlier). Further investigation reveals the man in the photograph invented a revolutionary steam engine and wrote a treatise about time as a fourth dimension.
\nThese discoveries drive the narrator to teach himself science and investigate Herbert\u2019s inventions but, eventually, he realises that his intellect isn\u2019t up to the task. Then a young schoolteacher arrives in town and takes an interest but, at the end of the story, he also vanishes.
\nI was a bit perplexed at why this story was selected for publication\u2014it isn\u2019t structured like a modern work (the long section at the start detailing Herbert\u2019s character and history feels like something from H.G. Wells), the time-travel idea is unoriginal, and there is virtually no story beyond a couple of people vanishing. Or any resolution. Not only is the story set in 1963, it feels like it was written then too. All that said, I\u2019ve read worse in pro SF magazines.4<\/sup>
\n\u2217 <\/strong>(Mediocre). 8,200 words.<\/p>\n

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Tesla on the Grass, Alas<\/em><\/strong> by Esther M. Friesner appears to be about a man who talks to a woman called Gertrude before (spoiler) turning some sort of ray gun on himself\u2014but I\u2019m not entirely sure (it is written in prose that, from the opening paragraphs, verges on the impenetrable):<\/p>\n

What there was in her that was beautiful was what I saw. No ray that I could make could be her elegant equal yet I knew the one I made would be the equalizing force that was forced between us, between her and me. She was my taunting point of equilibrium, reached and unreachable. Her mass obeyed the Newtonian law that thus far in my life I had risen above in all things except the shackling demands of gravity. It drew me to her, helpless once I wandered within her field and found that I was drawn despite me to that quality in women which I previously found myself unable to stomach, their stomachs, the rolling terrain of mountainous flesh that offered me the threat of avalanche\u2013inspired entombment with each embrace.\u00a0 p. 40<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

\u2013 (Awful). 1,050 words.<\/p>\n

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We Have Forever<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0by Redfern Jon Barrett opens with one of the two narrators, Petra (her husband Felix is the other), meeting a man called Lorenzo at a party with what she thinks is his young mistress. When she objects (Petra knows Lorenzo\u2019s wife) it materialises that the younger woman is<\/em>\u00a0his wife\u2014she has had rejuvenation treatment.
\nThe rest of the story alternates between Petra agonising about having the treatment herself (Felix is keen) and backstory about how the two came to meet before the fall of the Wall in East Germany (and eventually have kids). After some more of this (spoiler), Petra and Felix have the treatment but she leaves him and ends up living with their son. The last line is:<\/p>\n

I have a thousand lives ahead, and no more time to waste.\u00a0 p. 45<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Is suspect that the rejuvenation treatment is probably a metaphor for later-life couples growing apart and separating, but I was not convinced at all the hand-wringing that Petra does about whether or not to proceed (wait till you are in your sixties and you will see what I mean). Also, the arc of the story is quite slight.
\nThis isn\u2019t bad, but it\u2019s essentially a mainstream story in drag.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong> (Average). 3,350 words.<\/p>\n

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The Power of 3\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>by Anna Tambour starts off with an alternative take on the\u00a0Three Little Pigs<\/em>\u00a0story that ends (spoiler) with the pig beating the wolf to death. The other two fairy tales are also different versions: the second is a long and rambling\u00a0Goldilocks and the Three Bears<\/em>, where Goldilocks is a ferret, and we get far, far too much family backstory about the bears; the third is an overlong and overwritten\u00a0Aladdin<\/em>\u00a0story.
\nI initially thought this one must have come from the slush pile but apparently the writer is a World Fantasy Award finalist. You would never guess from the likes of this incontinent blather:<\/p>\n

Mid, uh, Mama Bear knew more than she let on. She knew what he was doing, but sometimes this life was all too much for her who was now just a low-class sneaky nomad, by, she reminded herself, compassionate choice.
\nFor after all, what did she need\u00a0him<\/em>\u00a0for? Or any him? She\u2019d always been as independent as her mother, and her mother\u2019s mother, and all mama bears from the first to, as proper time would have it, eternity.
\nBut she was a soft touch, and when he came a-begging with no malice in his eyes about her cub, she let him graze beside her in the blueberry patch.
\nAnd by the time she heard bushes rustle behind, and saw him chuffing the cub along in protective panic, it was almost too late.
\nWhen he told her his story in her all too easily found den, it was too late. Her compassion, that thing more useless to a mama bear than plastic wrap for freshness\u2014that extraneous to needs and able to damage you if you don\u2019t throw it away thing\u2014that thing\u00a0compassion<\/em>\u00a0had snuck into her heart and lodged there.\u00a0 p. 47<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Oh dear. The indignity of being rummaged (and the pathetic, hopefilled thrill). Lifted up high, my spout scoops air laden with fragrances\u2014oatmeal soap, some supermarket shampoo; ohh er! a whiff of Terre d\u2019Herm\u00e8s perfume for men but always in a place like this, worn by a woman who wants to be seen as casually rich and certainly independent; its price is not just for the name but the story that it\u2019s been created by a \u2018great nose\u2019. But trust me. My nose says\u2014and do I have a nose!<\/em>\u2014it\u2019s a mix of citronella candle and spray-on insect repellent with added pepper for irritation. The smell physically hurts my nostrils, tingles on my skin, and if I had a dog it would make my dog sneeze and run from me. And I\u2019m quite convinced it would ward off swarms of bugs. No one should wear this, especially if you love dogs.\u00a0 p. 48<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Less is more.
\n\u2013 (Awful). 4,600 words.<\/p>\n

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Nova Oobleck Surfs the Second Aether<\/em><\/strong> by Paul Di Filippo opens with Oobleck being accosted by a partner from a recent heist: Oobleck has swindled Manzello Lorikeet of his share, and he takes her sigil and a copy of her Kirlian aura (to unlock the wealth inside the former). Lorikeet then shoots transposon particles at Oobleck, which sends her to the Second Aether, a multidimensional nexus that sends her to various other timelines over the course of the story:<\/p>\n

For an infinitesimal moment after she was shot, a period that was all time and none, Nova Oobleck saw the essence of the Second Aether, with its hyperdimensional moonbeam roads twisting to infinity. And then she was jarringly reembodied in a new brane.
\nStable once more, however temporarily, Nova felt her insides still shimmering from the invisible massless bundle of transposons that had burrowed into her gut at the impact point of the blast from Lorikeet\u2019s Tegmark gun. It seemed almost as if the active particles were writhing like snakes inside her. Now and then, it struck her that she could sense an individual transposon dart away from its fellows, radiating outward and losing contact, thus bringing her that much closer to the end of her unanchored status and a permanent renewal of solidity. She sensed that when the knot of transposons achieved a certain phase-state, she would again be ejected from her place in this merely eleven-dimensional reality and sent randomly across the Second Aether. And there was nothing she could do to prevent it.\u00a0 p. 51<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Oobleck ends up in a timeline where she is the bombardier on an aircraft that is (according to the pilot) en route to bomb the Sultan\u2019s Palace. At the same time as she drops the bomb the transposon particles energise to shift her to another reality, but the decoherence effect of the weapon sees the pilot and the plane come with her. They force land, and Nova gets out. When she is attacked by three trolls the pilot (a hive being) disassembles and attacks them.
\nWhen Nova shifts again she does so alone, and finds herself on a desert planet called Spalt. Eventually she comes upon the house of a self-exiled scientist called Barxax. He manages to stabilise her but, when he dies a year later, she shifts again. This time she ends up back in the Second Aether, where (spoiler) she is finally rescued by a multiverse ship commanded by Ona Von Bek. They then set off to retrieve Oona\u2019s sigil.
\nThis is a readable and engaging piece\u2014there are touches of Vance and Moorcock\u2014but ultimately it is a series of loosely connected episodes with a deus ex machina ending. Pleasant enough, just no real plot.
\n\u2217<\/strong>\u2217<\/strong>+ (Average to Good). 6,050 words.<\/p>\n

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The Cover<\/em><\/strong> for the magazine is by Vincent Sammy, an eye-catching piece I guess, but similar to a lot of other current magazines in its reflexive echoing of the zeitgeist. The Interior artwork<\/em><\/strong> is almost non-existent, apart from what looks like a preliminary sketch for the cover on p. 61 by the same artist.
\nThe interior design and layout, by Michael Smith, is professionally done, but he pushes his luck a little with pages of black text on grey or lilac backgrounds\u2014that doesn\u2019t always make for easy reading, and I\u2019d be interested to hear what those with visual impairments have to say. One of the features that doesn\u2019t work (and is probably not Smith\u2019s idea) is to run writer photographs at the beginning of all the stories: I\u2019m not sure that having endless pictures of ordinary looking writers (I\u2019ll freely admit I\u2019m no pin-up myself) assists readers\u2019 suspension of disbelief or is otherwise an asset.
\nI\u2019ve already mentioned the Introduction<\/em> above, and the rest of the non-fiction articles at the back of the magazine start with Through the Star Gate<\/em><\/strong> by Tom Hunter, the administrator of the Arthur C. Clarke award. This is a dull three pages of bureaucratic wonk-speak:<\/p>\n

In addition to these core mission objectives, we\u2019ve also added that the award commit[tee] should use its position within the publishing industry and wider science fiction community as a means for building dialogue, fostering connections and generating insight where possible and appropriate. A prime example of this ambition would be the publishing of our main yearly submissions lists, as well as encouraging the use of that data for analysis as part of our internal commitment to equality, diversity and inclusion.\u00a0 p. 58<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Next up is In the Weeds <\/em><\/strong>by Anne C. Perry and Jared Shurin, which is a page of waffle about endings, and how creators need to move on: insert obvious joke here about how I felt when I\u2019d finished reading.<\/p>\n

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After these two articles comes twenty-five pages of Book Reviews<\/em><\/strong>, which, even though I read them in several sittings, eventually became tedious. Part of the problem is that they are mostly the same length\u2014very egalitarian, but who wants a long review of a dull book (unless there is a particular point to be made)? Secondly, the reviews are overly synoptic, and I felt I spent a lot of time just reading about the plots (I know I do that here, but I would never go into as much detail in a normal review column). Finally, it would have been a much better idea to give Lunan, Deighton, and Hedgecock (reviewers of five, four and three books each) their own columns\u2014then readers could get used to their voice, and the reviewers could have written an essay that gave greater context and an idea of relative worth.
\nThere are other reviews by Gareth D. Jones, Donna Scott, H. E. George, Maureen Kincaid Speller, Carol Goodwin, Kari Sperring, Dave Brzeski, Juliet E. McKenna, Mark West, Nick Hubble, Sara Lillwall, John Howard\u2014a babble of voices from which I can remember almost nothing. I\u2019m glad I took notes.
\nThe final non-fiction piece is One Remaining Hope for Sanity<\/em><\/strong>, an interview of Christopher Priest by Andy Hedgecock. This was okay, if gnomic (\u201cEverything is significant. You\u2019ve heard of nominative determinism\u201d etc.), but too short.<\/p>\n

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In conclusion, this is a not very impressive debut. There isn\u2019t much to shout about in the fiction department apart from Gullen\u2019s story (although a couple of others are of some interest), and the non-fiction isn\u2019t much better.
\nNormally I wouldn\u2019t bet against Pete Crowther\u2019s PS Publishing (the publishers of this magazine) as he has made a long career out of selling limited edition novels, collections, and anthologies\u2014but I don\u2019t see how any digital-only magazine can expect to charge \u00a35.99 an issue for material that is of poorer (or equivalent) quality to that which is freely available elsewhere on the web (and is also more expensive than many other pay-for magazines and anthologies). On the plus side, if you don\u2019t have to pay printers or distributors, I worked out (on the back of a fag-packet somewhere) that, at their word rate of \u00a320 for 1,000 words of fiction (well below the 8-10c a word that the other prozines pay, by the way), you probably only need to sell 400-500 copies per issue to break even.
\nNonetheless, I suspect we\u2019ll see (at most) a handful of issues, and then this magazine will disappear like many other new UK titles (been there, done that5<\/sup>).\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n

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1. The second issue of this magazine was published on Christmas Eve (2021). I\u2019m not sure whose idea it was to release a magazine with a Christmas cover that late in the season but, as of the 5th<\/sup> of January, it now looks as attractive as discounted mince pies at Tesco:<\/p>\n

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This issue is available here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

2. I believe that the idea was for PS Publishing to be the new owners of Interzone<\/em> but that, when undertakings about current subscriptions were not met, it was reclaimed by its original publishers.<\/p>\n

3. I liked Gullen\u2019s story well enough to track down one of his novels and give it a go: when I saw the lovely cover, I bought it on sight:<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>The first short chapter (two pages) gets off to an intriguing start when a young mermaid comes ashore at Brighton, and transforms into a young woman. We see that she is fleeing for something or someone; a cat follows her.
\nThe second chapter (also fairly short) sees Tim Wassiter, an \u201calternative\u201d PI, hired by a strange young woman to find her husband\u2019s stolen car (she has a bit of a Jerry Cornelius\/Una Persson vibe).
\nThe third chapter takes place in Babylonian times, and concerns two young men, Ishkun and Banipal. The latter is a mathematician.
\nThe fourth chapter sees us back at Tim\u2019s office. Tim feeds the chickens, prints a missing cat poster, goes to the pet shop where he meets the mermaid (who is apparently called Foxy Bolivia). When Tim gets back to his office, his ex police colleague is there. After some back and forth with him, two women who are companions of the woman in chapter two turn up.
\nThis chapter dragged badly, and felt like the writer was laying out all the jigsaw puzzle pieces he later planned to assemble (note to writers: readers only want to see the parts being put together). What with this, and the general lack of cohesion, I gave up. [Amazon link UK<\/a>\/US<\/a>]<\/p>\n

4. Vereta is Ukrainian, so English is perhaps her second language, but the copy-editor should have asked her to get rid of some of those commas and simplify some of the sentences:<\/p>\n

That morning when Herbert, a good friend of mine, came to me, again, the third time that week, was the most usual Tuesday morning one could ever imagine. His theories did not let him sleep at night, which happened pretty often, but this time everything was different. This time it was real.
\nSince early childhood, I was his only friend and the most appreciative listener\u2014in all honesty, I didn\u2019t always understand what he was saying and what he was even talking about, but, unlike other people, I didn\u2019t have anything against it.
\nI met Herbert on my first day at school. Those huge thick glasses he watched the world through made his eyes look even bigger than they were and a little goggled. But even without them, he looked pretty weird, which did not do him any good in high school. He was different from all the rest of the children, too different to be part of the crowd and remain unnoticed wherever he went. Frankly speaking, it never mattered to him, just like everything else- everything but science.\u00a0 p. 32<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

5. One of the better examples of my own editorial efforts:<\/p>\n

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The cover and logo design was by Paul Brazier, who did the covers and layout for Interzone<\/em> while David Pringle was editor (if the above is a bit loud, then that is on me). Paul was a good egg, and someone who passed away too soon in October 2016, aged 66.\u00a0 \u25cf<\/p>\n\"rss\"<\/a>\"rss\"<\/a><\/span>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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