The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, June 2000 | ||
A review by David Soyka
Say you're in the magazine section of your local bookseller and you notice they stock each of the Big Three --
Asimov's, Analog, and Fantasy and Science Fiction. (Considering the
likelihood of this happening, you're probably in one of those superstores that, for all we bitch and moan
about them, do offer depth of selection.) But you don't have the time to read all three. (You might not have
the money, either, but the other amazing thing about those superstores is the way they let you take stuff off
the shelves and read it while having a cappuccino without actually buying it first, as if it were a
library. Admittedly, the cappuccino is way overpriced, so they still get you; nevertheless, while I'm not
advocating this practice -- all these magazines need and deserve your financial support -- it's just something
else you can't help but like about the Borders/Barnes & Noble phenomenon, despite your better inclinations.) Without
even looking at authors or titles or even artwork (consider this a blindfold test), which magazine do you buy?
Well, if you're primarily into hard SF, you probably go with Analog. Looking for something a little more
eclectic, you might go with Asimov's. But if you're interested primarily in fantasy, well, what
else would you pick but a magazine that's got the term right in the title? But what kind of fantasy would you be
expecting? Sword and sorcery? Magic realism? Slipstream? Humorous? Literary?
My own expectation would be to find a mix of all of these. A perfect example of which is exemplified by
the June issue, whose cover art depicts the work of that famous fantasy writer (unless you're a snobbish "lit type" who
prefers to think of her work as "gothic" so as not to admit you actually read that kind of stuff) Joyce Carol
Oates. Her novelette, "In Shock," is one of those "am I crazy or is this really happening" stories. Rachael rescues
a creepy-looking boy who rides his bicycle across some fallen power lines, in the process receiving a nasty shock
as thanks for her heroism. Upon recovering, Rachael strives to find out what happened to the boy, but the rescue
squad didn't find any boy, nor does anyone fitting the boy's description live in the neighbourhood. Equally curious,
Rachael begins seeing people and things that, when she stops to think about it, shouldn't be there. While the
concept isn't all that original, the execution of the story -- the moodiness Oates is noted for coupled with a
character pondering the wisdom of her choices in life, with which we readily may identify -- certainly makes it a
chillingly worthwhile read.
Another big name is Ursula K. Le Guin, who once again plumbs her background and interest in anthropological subjects,
this time in a tale about God in "The Birthday of the World." Now this isn't the Judaeo-Christian sort of God in
the heavens, but rather the oldest brother and sister in a hereditary ruling class who, upon getting married
following the death of their father (Le Guin once again making a pointed criticism of patriarchal social
structures), collectively become "God." The narrator, destined to become the female part of Godhood, recounts
the disruption of her self-image of divinity brought about both by a younger sibling's bid for power and the
arrival of stranded astronauts. The birth of the new world that comes about may not be the most pleasant, but
it may be preferable.
If you're looking for fantasy of the questing variety, Chris Willrich should do the trick, though I'd say his
"Thief of Two Deaths" is a bit more "literary" -- at least in the sense that you have to think a bit about
what's going on -- than straight-ahead sword and sorcery escapism. Poking fun at the genre, or, to be more
precise, the genre's source of inspiration, is "Le Morte D'Volkswagyn." While this is a joke that begins to wear
thin even at less than two pages in length, anyone who's ever taken a course in Middle English or tried to read
untranslated Chaucer should at least smile. The rest of you may not.
In "The Foster Child," William Browning Spencer also serves up some literary references, though you needn't be
conversant in Yeats and "Sailing to Byzantium" to appreciate how a child makes a choice, or perhaps has the choice
made for her, of which reality to live in. Gary W. Shockley's references are more contemporary, ironical
Friday the 13th sort of horror. This was the one story that didn't quite click for me, although part of the problem
may be reading what the story's introduction aptly describes as a "weird Halloween episode" in the summertime.
If you were to decide to pick just one story to read while having that cappuccino, though, I'd recommend
"Three Merry Pranksters at the Louvre" by N. Lee Wood. This is a story about friendship among young artists in
Paris -- and the loss of that friendship over the years -- told by their erstwhile patron. Hints that the
patron is something unusual lead to a surprising pay-off in the final pages that, like all good fantastical
literature, says a lot about the human condition, even if the ostensible narrator isn't part of it.
The magazine's title also references "Science Fiction," though it may seem like an afterthought. Gregory
Benford's semi-regular "Scientist Notebook" column, which has always struck me as incongruous to most of the
magazine's content, represents the token SF-related piece. That said, Benford's ruminations cleverly juxtapose
his own frustrations in dealing with Hollywood suits who want to bastardize his work for the silver screen
with an interesting history of how the development of technology shaped the Californian zeitgeist. Also
worth the price of the issue.
Especially if you've already spilled coffee on it.
David Soyka is a former journalist and college teacher who writes the occasional short story and freelance article. He makes a living writing corporate marketing communications, which is a kind of fiction without the art. |
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