Rachel Swirsky’s Short Story Recommendations, 2012

I read approximately 540 pieces of short fiction this year. I didn’t separate those into short story, novelette, and novella until after I had selected which pieces I wanted to recommend. I used some of my normal techniques for finding stories, including recommendations and picking up stories by specific authors. I didn’t spend as much time looking for reccs this year, though, because I decided to spend my time reading whole magazines. I read all of: Asimovs, Apex, Beneath Ceaseless Skies, Clarkesworld, Eclipse Online, Giganotosaurus, Lightspeed, Nightmare, Strange Horizons, Subterranean and Tor, as well as several anthologies. I would have liked to have read more anthologies, and I was also hoping to read Electric Velocipede and Interzone, but alas did not end up being able to incorporate them.

I may continue to do some reading, especially of anthologies, for the next few weeks. If I find anything remarkable, I will post about it then.

I’m trying to find the best format for these posts. I’m going to try listing, without reviews, my favorite fourteen stories of the year, for easy reference (these will include stories that are on my ballot, stories I’m considering for my ballot, and highly recommended stories). Reviews will be below, along with shorter reviews of recommended stories. At the end of the post, I will list some of the other stories I found notable this year.

As always, there are many more stories that I read and enjoyed, and that deserve recognition, than I will actually be listing. This year, since I did my reading spread out over a large chunk of time, I’m also contending with my fading memory–stories that I read early on may be less likely to make the list because I’ve forgotten their emotional impact. While the overall quality of stories that I read this year was lower than in previous years (because in previous years, I relied on recommendations to sift out the best stories for me), as always I enjoyed doing the reading, and I look forward to talking about stories and authors.

Definitely on my ballot
Immersion” by Aliette deBodard (Clarkesworld)
“Mono no Aware” by Ken Liu (THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE, Haikasoru)

Possibly on my ballot
Mantis Wives” by Kij Johnson (Clarkesworld)
“Education of a Witch” by Ellen Klages (UNDER MY HAT)
Searching for Slave Leia” by Sandra McDonald (Lightspeed)
“The Great Loneliness” by Maria Romasco-Moore (Unstuck #2)
“The Segment” by Genevieve Valentine (AFTER)

Highly Recommended
Wild Things” by Alyx Dellamonica (Tor.com)
“Beautiful Boys” by Theodora Goss (Asimovs)
“Valedictorian” by N. K. Jemisin (AFTER)
Afterlife” by Sarah Langan (Nightmare)
“One Breath, One Stroke” by Cat Valente (THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE)
Armless Maidens of the American West” by Genevieve Valentine (Apex)

REVIEWS:

Definitely on my ballot

Immersion” by Aliette deBodard (Clarkesworld) – Somewhere on social media, Aliette described this as a story that happened because she was angry. Apparently, Aliette being angry is a beautiful thing. Not only is this story intense and interesting and all that other good fiction stuff, but it’s one of the smartest political pieces I’ve read in a while, a savvy and complex investigation of dual consciousness and the way that colonialism occupies minds as well as external spaces. I’m really glad this one is on Clarkesworld so that everyone can access it. I’d love to see it incorporated into curricula.

“Mono no Aware” by Ken Liu (THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE, Haikasoru) – I really love the concept of the anthology in which this appeared; there are both stories by Japanese authors and stories by non-Japanese authors about Japan. Full disclosure–I am in the anthology–but my work aside, it still featured some of the best work of the year. I highly recommend picking it up, not least for this story by Ken Liu of the last Japanese man’s experiences on a generation ship after the earth is destroyed. If you’ll forgive me for turning to Wikipedia, it defines mono no aware as “an awareness of the transience of things, and a gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing” which is one of those beautiful concepts that has no direct English equivalent. Liu evokes the emotion beautifully in this piece.

Possibly on my ballot

Mantis Wives” by Kij Johnson (Clarkesworld) – Kij is one of my favorite short story writers, and I admit that for me, none of her work has transcended “The Evolution of Trickster Stories Among the Dogs of North Park after the Change.” (I also admit that I will link to that story at every opportunity.) In the last few years, Kij has been writing very intense, emotionally charged, brief punch-in-the-jaw stories that operate as metaphors for human relationships. Spar, about the ways in which sex is adversarial; Ponies, about the pruning of self that’s required of girls in adolescence; and “Story Kit” (Eclipse 4) which, alas, is not available online. These stories are almost like poetry in their condensed ability to evoke emotion through metaphor in a very, very small space. All of them are brilliant in their own ways (“Ponies” made me sick with recognition as I read it), but “Mantis Wives” is my favorite so far, about the viciousness of love gone wrong, described intensely and evocatively through a metaphor about the imagined culture of praying mantises.

Education of a Witch” by Ellen Klages (UNDER MY HAT) – Ellen Klages has told me that she thinks this is possibly her best story so far, and she may be right, although I admit to an enduring affection for “In the House of the Seven Librarians” (audio link). Klages often conceals really bitter, sharp-edged narratives beneath stories that project a veneer of sweetness (see last year’s “Goodnight Moons” in LIFE ON MARS). She’s also one of the best writers I’ve ever read at really evoking childhood from the perspective of children, nailing the ambiguous balance of sensory pleasure and learning about the world with the actual nastiness that children experience–the lack of power, and the way that casual cruelty can play in their minds. Her children are never idealized. This story is perhaps the best mix of a sweet veneer over a bitter story, with an excruciatingly well-defined child who exists in a likewise excruciatingly well-defined world. When Lizzie sees Sleeping Beauty, she identifies with the evil witch Malificent instead of the beautiful but passive Aurora. She wants to become like the witch; she want to possess the ability to affect a world in which she too often finds herself powerless.

Searching for Slave Leia” by Sandra McDonald (Lightspeed) – In the past few years, Sandra MacDonald has written several stories about outre sexual politics in a science fictional setting. This year, she’s turned her mastery of wry meta-fiction toward other subjects–sometimes political such as in her recent Asimovs story, “The Black Feminist’s Guide to Science Fiction Film Editing” (which I honestly did not know what to make of), but often moving into an exploration of regret and lives not well-enough-lived. “Searching for Slave Leia” is one of the latter, a story that makes use of meta-fiction and humor to poke at the bitterness of a mid-life crisis. A writer who’s worked on several science fiction TV series has a heart attack and finds herself wandering through the wilds of a bottle episode about the losses, wrong-turns, and once-loves of her life. The story’s humor and willingness to look frankly at unpleasant detail allows it to avoid the maudlin, and even the TV-happy ending fits well with the narrative.

“The Great Loneliness” by Maria Romasco-Moore (Unstuck #2) – This is one of the last stories I read this year, and I almost skipped it, but a recommendation from Meghan McCarron (one of the editors of Unstuck Magazine, and an excellent writer in her own right) weighs heavily with me. Unstuck is a magazine that aims to occupy the boundary where literary and science fictional aesthetics spill into each other. One thing I like about it is that while it includes slipstream, strange and undefinable pieces, it also includes some straight-up science fictional work that evinces a literary aesthetic, such as this piece which could easily be at home in Clarkesworld or Asimovs but is also affecting for literary readers. In a future where much of humanity has died off and those people who remain are near-immortal, the new battles for humans are loneliness and apathy. I’m not sure how much that concept persuades me, but it provides the underpinning for an unusually well-told story about a woman who was genetically engineered as a scientist but found herself more of an artist, who fulfills her artistic goals by creating children who merge the DNA of plants and animals and humans, in an attempt to creatures who will transcend loneliness and apathy. There are some neat science fictional conceits in the background, including some interesting notions about cloning, and a lonely suggestion of alien life.

“The Segment” by Genevieve Valentine (AFTER) – Genevieve is always a talented writer, but I think this year’s short stories have packed a particular punch. This one was my favorite. It was published in Ellen Datlow’s AFTER, an anthology of stories about dystopian futures for YA audiences. Of course, just because stories are pleasing to young adults doesn’t mean that they’re not also pleasing to broader audiences as well. This one is a simply structured but compellingly voices story about an orphan (in a dystopian future, obviously) who’s been adopted by a production company that creates fake news clips. The main character comes across as sharp and interesting which is the reason why the story works; what could be a ridiculous concept, Genevieve pulls off with sharp, persuasive, confident detail and voice.

Highly Recommended

Wild Things” by Alyx Dellamonica (Tor.com) – The luxuriously detailed, sensory story of a romance between a woman and a scientist who was merged into the swamp by a surge of magic. Intriguing setting, characters create an immersive sauna of a story and enhances the relationship between the characters whose palpable emotions are what make the piece work.

“Beautiful Boys” by Theodora Goss (Asimovs) – In a surreal, unsettling story, Goss describes the compelling pull of “alien” beautiful boys. This is the kind of slipstream story that deliberately denies sense, but does it persuasively, much in the way that a dream’s lack of sense nevertheless feels real. It rocks you back on your feet a bit, demands that you consider the gap between your logical interpretation of what you’re reading and its emotional evocation. My only complaint about this story was that it was not as memorable as I’d have liked it to be, perhaps because its tones shaded very similarly, to me, to Kelly Link’s “Most of My Friends are Two-Thirds Water” (included in the linked collection). They’re both lovely stories and well-deserving of sharing space, but for me, the similarity rang in such a way that I didn’t love “Beautiful Boys” quite as much as I could have. In subject matter, though not tone, I was also reminded of Gaiman’s “How to Talk to Girls at Parties” (which may have been deliberate; I could easily read this piece as a feminist reply to Gaiman’s which I don’t read as sexist but does create women as other. I would see this as a thought-provoking reply, not a rebuke, a sort of “yes, and also”).

“Valedictorian” by N. K. Jemisin (AFTER) – Nora (Nojojojo to Alas readers) is one of my favorite writers, although I think she’s a better novelist than she is a short story writer. This story is sharp and smart, like all of Nora’s work, and extremely aware of how power flows and what power means. In this story, I also see her as contemplating the shifting definitions of “what is human” in a way that only a writer who’s interested in the power dynamics of race and colonialism (and to a lesser extent other social justice issues) would do; in a way that reminds me of Octavia Butler, she looks at how social groups create the concept of other, and both the ways in which that is legitimate and illegitimate, xenophobia mixed with preservation. The main character in this piece has a sharp voice and a memorable perspective. In a world where everyone tries to stick safely to the middle of the pack, the main character has no patience for curbing her talents and dazzles academically, even though she knows that each year’s Valedictorian will be taken by the alien “other” outside her city’s walls, along with the bottom 10% of each graduating class.

Afterlife” by Sarah Langan (Nightmare) – There’s nothing too complex, political, or unlike-anything-I’ve-ever-seen about this relatively simple story of a woman who has never been able to move away from her childhood home and her possessive, agrophobic, hoarder mother. She sees the ghosts of children who have failed to move on to the afterlife and tries to help them move on before they fade out of existence. Her household is in tumult as they are about to be thrown out for lack of paying the mortgage, and the main character is placed at a moment of change, forced, like her ghost children, to brave a new course of action. As I said, there’s nothing extremely unusual about the concept, but it’s just drawn in a way that caught me; I was interested in the main character, with her passive uncertainty mixed with her desire to do good in the world, and I was interested in the world of ghosts. I liked that even though it was clear that there was a metaphorical element to a house full of hoarded objects and stifled, unhappy people, being haunted, that element didn’t feel like it was being too strongly underlined. The story also had a pleasing structure.

“One Breath, One Stroke” by Cat Valente (THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE) – As I mentioned above in my review of Liu’s “Mono no Aware,” this anthology contained a number of stories that I really enjoyed. It’s incredibly hard to describe this one. It’s sort of a drift of intense, beautiful imagery, delicately and gorgeously written, a lyrical fascination woven of the surprising and strange. The experience of it can’t be easily summarized, I think.

Armless Maidens of the American West” by Genevieve Valentine (Apex) – Again, Valentine’s having a strong year in short fiction. In this piece, which was the best of Apex Magazine’s this year, she looks at a genre of story which I hadn’t been familiar with before–apparently, there’s a trope in fairy tales about armless maidens who have been mutilated by loved ones who should have protected them. Valentine relocates this trope from fairytales into American mythology and creates real armless maidens who live on the fringe of society, observed but denied. They are victims of a kind of violence that no one knows how to acknowledge, and thus they reject the girls whose bodies are evidence of it, refusing to confront what frightens them. The main character tries to bridge this gap, to see the deliberately unseen. Analogies are clear but not heavy-handed. This story was linked on IO9 which apparently drove a lot of well-deserved web traffic to the story.

Recommended

Tornado’s Siren” by Brooke Bolander (Strange Horizons) – Lilting story of a tornado that falls in love with a girl. Bolander is new to publishing in the genre, but smart, strange in a way I enjoy, and excellent on the prose level. I’m very interested in seeing how she continues to develop as a writer. I expect to nominate her for the Campbell. See also her Lightspeed story: “Her Words Like Hunting Vixens Spring” which isn’t entirely successful as a story qua story, but is more unusual in structure and content than “Tornado’s Siren.”

Synch Me, Kiss Me, Drop” by Suzanne Church (Clarkesworld) – I haven’t seen anyone else writing excitedly about this one which confuses me a bit. I found it really intense. There were a couple of stories this year that dealt the effect of technology on music in the near future that I found quite effective, this one and one in Asimovs (“Kill Switch” by Benjamin Cromwell), both of which evoked intense sensation through their description of the effects of music on the listener. This was one of those stories that I felt intensely immersed in as I read–very sensorily involved.

Flash, Bang, Remember” by Tina Connolly and Caroline Yoachim (Lightspeed) – Connolly and Yoachim are both writers I enjoy. Connolly’s prose is character-inflected and wry; Yoachim’s is dark, strangely structured, and intensely imagistic. Somehow, together, their work is neither edged with humor nor woven through disjunctive imagery, but instead it becomes both direct and heavily structured. In this story, clones on a generation ship are imprinted with the same childhood memories–memories created by The Child, a boy who lived a long time ago. The ship is now trying to raise a new Child, a female version, but they want to make sure that her memories are perfectly appropriate, that she’s just the right kind of person, even as she navigates a world in which everyone but her shares the same memories. The treatment of this idea is straightforward, but I liked it quite a bit.

Shades of Amber” by Marie Croke (Beneath Ceaseless Skies) – The main advantage this story has is being very pretty, which is actually something that Beneath Ceaseless Skies specializes in. The story is about aliens (or the fantastical equivalent) who show their emotions through the colorful shading of their skins, with respect given to those who shade most deeply and with the most range. The main character has little range, but her brother is gorgeously colored. The story follows the way this influences their life paths.

Sexagesimal” by Katherine E. K. Duckett (Apex) – In a strange, not-entirely-explained (in a good way) afterlife where memories and time are traded to fulfill wants and needs, a dead woman tries to figure out why her husband has fallen asleep, suffering from the only disease that afflicts the dead. This is lovely and intriguing, although it’s a story that doesn’t fulfill its promise: I ended up being less interested in the events of the plot than I was in the setting and the set-up.

On Petercook 2046” by Andy Duncan (Tor) – Why doesn’t science fiction have more stories about people doing regular, boring work in the asteroid belt? Duncan answers the question with this story: because the work isn’t very interesting. But he does it in a way that’s remarkably funny and entertaining. The quirky characters talk with a lightness of dialogue that made me think of P. G. Wodehouse, although I think Duncan must have been referencing “Rosencrantz and Guildenstern” are dead.

Breaking the Frame” by Kat Howard (Lightspeed) – One of Kat Howard’s projects appears to be metafictionally deconstructing the structure of fairytales. In the past, some of her work on this theme has struck me as too skeletal, relying on the reader to supply emotional content rather than evoking that content itself. In this one, wherein a woman and a photographer collaborate on taking photographs that represent feminist interventions with traditional fairy tales, I feel that she’s found a compelling stride. The story creates its own imagery and material to place in conversation with the originals.

What Everyone Remembers” by Rahul Kanakia (Clarkesworld) – This is a story of a post-apocaylptic future in which some of the last human survivors are trying to create a new race of sentient species to continue after them. I really liked the way that Kanakia handled the POV of the emerging sentience–both in the tight POV that described its acquisition of knowledge, and in its alienness.

Good Hunting” by Ken Liu (Strange Horizons) – Ken Liu almost always tackles subjects of interest to me; in this case, the story is metaphorically about how the colonial influence on the far east changed its culture. A demon hunter’s son finds himself out of work when western industry and trains displace old magic; his friend, a fox-girl, loses her ability to transform until she allows herself to be remade in metal. Lots of stories have handled the metaphorical transition from magic to industrialization, but I think Liu’s depth of interest in colonialism and the cultural pscyhology of both the Sinitic Cultural Complex and the colonial West makes this story more interesting than most.

“Maxwell’s Demon” by Ken Liu (Fantasy & Science Fiction) – Yes, Ken Liu again. :P In this story, he looks at the history of how Americans mistreated and manipulated Japanese citizens during World War Two, not only incarcerating them in internment camps, but using threats of mistreatment to force them to take on “patriotic” tasks. (This is not to say that there weren’t many Japanese citizens who genuinely wanted to serve in the army and so on, but the way in which the American forces created untenable situations in order to force some people into doing so was disgusting.) An American citizen of Japanese descent is forced into spying on Japan for the United States. Some criticism has painted the main character of this story as passive, a characterization I emphatically object to–part of the story is about the way in which huge cultural powers crush the individual’s ability to make free decisions, even those (like America) that claim to support it. Liu’s main character navigates her foreclosed options in a compelling way that, as always, reflects Liu’s cultural and historical interest.

Virtue’s Ghosts” by Amanda Olson (Beneath Ceaseless Skies) – Another Beneath Ceaseless Skies story, another odd and lovely world wherein the setting is as (or more) important than the plot. In this world, each person is assigned a “virtue” at their coming of age, and with it a pendant that forces them to adhere to it. The main character’s aunt, who had been a talented singer, is forced into silence. The plot is simple–the main character learns about the pendants and how to navigate their restrictions–but I found the concept and the surreal style compelling.

If the Mountain Comes” by An Owomoyela (Clarkesworld) – In a world lacking water, the main character is the daughter of a rich merchant who has made his fortune by controlling the modest water source. She joins forces with those who want to use technology to bring water more democratically to the people, even though her father is reacting violently to this assault on his power. This story is more traditional than many of An’s–it’s less disjunctive and has stronger characterization. In style, it reminds me most of hir story “All That Touches the Air.”

“Five Ways to Fall in Love on Planet Porcelain” by Cat Rambo (Near + Far) – One of the reasons why Cat is one of my favorite short story writers is how much beautiful, unusual imagery she can evoke with only a few perfect details. Planet Porcelain is ideal in this regard. The main character works for the tourist bureau, writing lists of striking places and events, and the unusual descriptions of the setting are breathtaking. The lists themselves create a strong and thematically appropriate backbone for the story. The main character lives on the titual Planet Porcelain, where citizens are built from porcelain; as someone from the lower classes, she is built from inferior clay, which the richer citizens she works among never forget. The story starts in spring, the season of love, with the main character refusing to give into the romance of the weather. The reason why she is too jaded for love fall into place as the story progresses. This story is lovely, and the background events are compelling and odd, but I wanted something a touch stronger from the frame story in order for the piece to feel complete for me; I felt unfinished when the story was over, a sensation which was thematically appropriate to the story, but didn’t quite strike the right note. From the author’s note in the collection, it seems this story is in dialogue with a piece of work with which I’m not familiar; it’s very possible that if I knew that work, the story would not feel unfinished to me.

Notable Stories

“Pinktastic and the End of the World” by Camille Alexa (WHEN THE VILLAIN COMES HOME)
Intestate” by Charlie Jane Anders (Tor.com)
Final Exams” by Megan Arkenberg (Asimovs)
“Birthdays” by Chris Barzak (Birds and Birthdays)
“Great-Grandmother in the Cellar” by Peter Beagle (UNDER MY HAT)
“The Marker” by Cecil Castelucci (AFTER)
Aquatica” by Maggie Clark (Clarkesworld)
“Kill Switch” by Benjamin Cromwell (Asimovs)
Give Her Honey When You Scream” by Maria Dahvana Headley (Lightspeed)
Sic Him, Hellhound! Kill! Kill!” by Hal Duncan (Subterranean)
Luck Fish” by Peta Freestone (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)
Murdered Sleep” by Kat Howard (Apex)
“Lion Dance” by Vylar Kaftan (Asimovs)
To the Moon” by Ken Liu (Fireside Magazine)
People of Pele” by Ken Liu (Asimovs)
Winter Scheming” by Brit Mandelo (Apex)
Lovecraft in Brooklyn” by Meghan McCarron (The Revelator)
Sexy Robot Mom” by Sandra McDonald (Asimovs)
“The Carved Forest” by Tim Pratt (UNDER MY HAT)
The Mote-Dancer and the Firelife” by Chris Willrich (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)
The Three Feats of Agani” by Christie Yant (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)
“The Philosophy of Ships” by Caroline Yoachim (Interzone)
Bear in Contradicting Landscape” by David Schwartz (Apex)

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Farid al-Din Attar: A Reading Journal 2

I remember once, when I was in college, talking about love with a man who was a kind of mentor to me. He was an artist and we were standing in his studio looking at some of his recent paintings. He’d been telling me over the previous couple of weeks about how unhappy he was in his marriage, and it was not hard to read the pain he was in on the canvases we were looking at. Perhaps I asked him why he didn’t just divorce his wife, or maybe he felt like he’d already told me so much that he needed to explain himself. Whatever his reasons, when I commented on what I saw as some autobiographical detail in one of the paintings, he said, “You want to know why I don’t divorce her? Because I love her, and by love I mean I still get an erection when I’m near her. It’s like being in a kind of prison.” It was, I thought—and I still think it is—one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard, to feel yourself a prisoner of love because you feel yourself a prisoner of and in your own body. I did not want–actually, it made me angry to think–that this might be what it meant to be in love, and as I drove home I found myself struggling to find a way to tell him that the surrender of self he seemed to be describing was not love. I couldn’t do it. I could name what I was rejecting, but I could not articulate an alternative vision of love that felt right to me. I was too young and too inexperienced.

Reading Attar’s The Conference of the Birds returned me to this conversation from so long ago. As I explained in the previous post in this series, Attar’s Conference is about the birds’ quest to find the Simorgh, their king, and achieve enlightenment. They take as their guide the hoopoe, who defines their quest explicitly in terms of love, “Whoever can evade the Self transcends/This world and as a lover he ascends” (33). A little later on, the hoopoe restates his definition this way:

“A lover,” said the hoopoe, now their guide,
“Is one in whom all thoughts of Self have died;
Those who renounce the Self deserve that name;
Righteous or sinful, they are all the same!” (57)

Once you renounce the Self, in other words, it no longer matters whether you were righteous or sinful. What matters is that you have begun to live, selflessly, in your love, burning for the union that your beloved–in this case, God–will either grant or not, because the union you seek is not something you can make happen. It is something that God gives to you if and when he chooses. The parallel to my former mentor’s situation is hard to miss. The love he felt for his wife, embodied in the erection he had when he was near her, rendered the problems he was having with her, the anger, the resentment, all of it, null and void. Or, to put it another way, in order to fulfill his love, he had to renounce those feelings, give up the self they represented, so that he could, literally and figuratively, stand there naked and hard, yearning for the (in this case sexual) union his beloved could either grant or not. I remember him describing for me how painful it was, how humiliating and shameful, to set aside who he thought he was, to pretend the self his wife and wronged did not even exist, so that he could go to her with the hope–because she might say no–that she would let him into her body. Attar’s hoopoe may be talking about spiritual love, but the pain it describes is remarkably similar to what my mentor experienced:

Heart’s blood and bitter pain belong to love,
And tales of problems no one can remove;
Cupbearer, fill the bowl with blood, not wine—
And if you lack the heart’s rich blood take mine.
Love thrives on inextinguishable pain,
Which tears the soul, then knits the threads again.
A mote of love exceeds all bounds; it gives
the vital essence to whatever lives.
But where love thrives, there pain is always found;
Angels alone escape this weary round—
They love without that savage agony
Which is reserved for vexed humanity.
Islam and blasphemy have both been passed
By those who set out on love’s path at last;
Love will direct you to Dame Poverty,
And she will show the way to Blasphemy.
When neither Blasphemy nor Faith remain,
The body and the Self have both been slain;
Then the fierce fortitude the Way will ask
Is yours, and you are worthy of our task. (57)

Love and pain, the hoopoe says, are inseparable; where you find the first, you will always find the second. Why? Because giving up the self is painful. It doesn’t matter whether that self is attached to money and comfort or religious faith. In order to achieve union with God, you have to give it up, and that means stripping yourself down to the most fundamental level of your being, which the Sufis see—at least as I have come to understand it–as the spiritual version of the lonely and uncertain desire for union represented by my mentor’s erection. Indeed, it’s not hard not to imagine one of these loves as the model for the other, though which you think is which will probably depend on whether or not you believe in a god with whom we were all originally as one and to whom, in that oneness, we long to return. If you do, then you probably see what my mentor called love as a pale, limited and limiting imitation of the more authentic spiritual love the hoopoe is talking about. On the other hand, if you don’t believe in that kind of god, or in any god at all, then perhaps you see the hoopoe’s spiritual love–indeed, the whole monotheistic idea of returning, whole and pure, to our original place with God–as a projection onto the world of our desire to regain the oneness we all knew with our mothers in the womb. Either way, you have still defined love as the desire for an essentially unattainable union.

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Rachel Swirsky’s Stripped Down Short Fiction Reccs, 2012

OK, due to a recurring migraine, I’ve been trying to write out my full-review posts on what fiction I strongly recommend this year for like 10 days, and I just need to put the information up. So I’m going to put up a stripped down version here. Just titles and links. I’ve got the files set up for my review text so I can hopefully fill that in this weekend, but I’d like to at least get the titles out there.

My actual list will include, in addition to reviews, a much longer list of stories that I’m enthusiastic about instead of just my top few selections.

SHORT STORIES

Definitely on my ballot
Immersion” by Aliette deBodard (Clarkesworld)
“Mono no Aware” by Ken Liu (THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE, Haikasoru)

Possibly on my ballot
Mantis Wives” by Kij Johnson (Clarkesworld)
Education of a Witch” by Ellen Klages (UNDER MY HAT)
Searching for Slave Leia” by Sandra McDonald (Lightspeed)
“The Great Loneliness” by Maria Romasco-Moore (Unstuck #2)
“The Segment” by Genevieve Valentine (AFTER)

NOVELETTES

Definitely on Ballot
Mating Habits of the Late Cretaceous” (excerpt) by Dale Bailey (Asimovs)
Fade to White” by Cathrynne M. Valente (Clarkesworld)

Possibly on Ballot
Swift, Brutal Retalliation” by Meghan McCarron (Tor.com)
The Finite Canvas” by Brit Mandelo (Tor.com)
Aftermath” by Joy Kennedy O’Neill (Strange Horizons)
Hold a Candle to the Devil” by Nicole M. Taylor (Beneath Ceaseless Skies)

NOVELLAS

Ballot
“After the Fall, Before the Fall, During the Fall” by Nancy Kress (Tachyon)
“African Sunrise” by Nnedi Okorafor (Subterranean)
“Katabasis” by Robert Reed (Fantasy & Science Fiction)
Murder Born” (excerpt) by Robert Reed (Asimovs)
“The Emperor’s Soul” by Brandon Sanderson (Tachyon)

Recomended
All the Flavors” by Ken Liu (Giganotosaurus)
“A Seed in the Wind” by Cat Rambo (ebook)

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Today in Orwellian Double-Speak: “Imminent Threat”

Photo of Obama looking furtive

From the Obama Administration’s newly-uncovered memo on when the President is allowed to order Americans assassinated:

The condition that an operational leader present an ‘imminent’ threat of violent attack against the United States does not require the United States to have clear evidence that a specific attack on U.S. persons and interests will take place in the immediate future.

If there isn’t an attack that will happen in the immediate future, then there’s no legitimate reason not to have the assassination require a judge to review the reasons and sign off, at the very least. (That should be the case for all people targeted for such killings, not just for Americans.) What the Obama Administration wants – and what I expect that both Congress and the press will give, with resistance from only a few Ron-Wyden-like outliers – is absolute, dictatorial authority over life and death. This is corrupt, evil, and will inevitably be abused.

The most shameful thing is that politically, there is only one side on this issue. Pathetically, this is the one and only issue on which the GOP has decided not to question or resist Obama (affordable health care for Americans: Horrible! Fascist! Giving the White House the power to have Americans killed without charge or trial: meh.), so we’re stuck with a two-party system in which neither party’s center objects to the President having a secret, completely unchecked kill list.

Glenn Greenwald writes:

What has made these actions all the more radical is the absolute secrecy with which Obama has draped all of this. Not only is the entire process carried out solely within the Executive branch – with no checks or oversight of any kind – but there is zero transparency and zero accountability. The president’s underlings compile their proposed lists of who should be executed, and the president – at a charming weekly event dubbed by White House aides as “Terror Tuesday” – then chooses from “baseball cards” and decrees in total secrecy who should die. The power of accuser, prosecutor, judge, jury, and executioner are all consolidated in this one man, and those powers are exercised in the dark.

From Outside the Beltway:

Whoever ends up succeeding Barack Obama in January 2017, will continue to assert that they too have the authority to target people for killing based on secret proceedings using secret evidence and conducted wholly outside public view, of that there is no doubt. As we have so often done in the past in the area of Presidential powers, we’re going down a very dangerous road here and there’s no telling where it’s going to end.

Conor Friedersdorf. brings up an important point: This memo was uncovered by NBC, rather than being released. Why? Because the Obama Administration prefers to avoid accountability.

On reading the unredacted document, ask yourself, “Why wasn’t this released to the public by the Obama Administration? Which part of its legal reasoning could jeopardize national security in any way? Since it reveals no national security secrets, what possible justification could there be for willfully keeping its contents from Americans, who have a compelling interest in understanding, scrutinizing and debating the legal framework that surrounds extrajudicial killing?

There’s got to be a better system than one that gives us a choice between Tweedledum and Tweedledee on issues like extrajudicial killings.

Via Jonathan Turley.

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“A man walks into a bar…”

[This is a guest post by Nicole Louise Melleby.]

“A man walks into a bar…”

Every joke can be a setup for a rape joke. When rape victims turn on their TVs, they face a strong possibility of being confronted with reminders of one of the worst experiences of their lives. What’s worse, these experiences are likely to be laughed at.

Rape jokes are abundant in a variety of media forms, and they don’t exist in a vacuum. They are accepted as the norm within a rape culture, a society wherein male sexual aggression is encouraged and violence against women is supported. Trigger Warning aims to bring awareness of this issue and to encourage an ongoing conversation about the topic. (Transforming a Rape Culture)

My name is Nicole Louise Melleby and I am a filmmaker seeking to raise awareness of the consequences of rape jokes in popular media with my documentary Trigger Warning. Only by opening up dialogues can we ever hope that people will come to recognize the issue and then be able to take an informed stance on it. Trigger Warning does exactly that. It is more than a film – it is a conversation that I hope to encourage others to have.

Presently, my team and I are in need of funds in order to get the film out there and seen. We have over 30 films festivals we’d like to submit to. Any and all contributions are greatly appreciated. We need your help to make this happen. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to email us at filmmakers@triggerwarningfilm.com.

You can also check out our Facebook.

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Ozone Park has Published One of My Poems

Ozone Parkthe literary journal published by the MFA Program in Creative Writing and Literary Translation at Queens College in New York City, has published my poem “I Fell in Love With All That Struggled in You Not to Drown,” Here’s an excerpt:

In class, we talked fashion: piercings
and why men shouldn’t wear thongs
unless they’re strippers,
and not one of my students
thought pink on a man
could mean anything but gay,

and I remembered—
no, it wasn’t memory;
you’ve never told me—I imagined
you getting dressed for school
on the first day of the public womanhood
the ayatollahs gave you no choice
but to learn to wear.

The breeze has been my lover,
you recite in the mirror,
and the sun, and you
tuck under your chador
the last few strands of hair
you need to hide, check
the length of your sleeves
and that your ankles
if you have to run
won’t emerge into light.
And I have let the ocean pull me naked to its chest,
and with my fingers probed the earth’s flesh,
and filled my mouth with its fruit.

I do hope you’ll go check it out. Some of the other really wonderful work I am happy to see my work appearing next to:

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Oregon Baker Investigated For Refusing Wedding Cake To Lesbian Couple. And this has nothing to do with the gay marriage controversy.

SweetCakes by Melissa,” an Oregon cake bakery, is in the news after refusing to sell a wedding cake to a lesbian couple. The couple made a complaint to the state attorney general’s office, which is now investigating.

So is refusing to bake a cake for a lesbian wedding illegal? Maybe so. According to Oregon Law,

…all persons within the jurisdiction of this state are entitled to the full and equal accommodations, advantages, facilities and privileges of any place of public accommodation, without any distinction, discrimination or restriction on account of race, color, religion, sex, sexual orientation, national origin, marital status or age if the individual is 18 years of age or older.

So what is a “place of public accommodation,” you ask? I gotcha covered:

(1) A place of public accommodation, subject to the exclusion in subsection (2) of this section, means any place or service offering to the public accommodations, advantages, facilities or privileges whether in the nature of goods, services, lodgings, amusements or otherwise.

(2) However, a place of public accommodation does not include any institution, bona fide club or place of accommodation which is in its nature distinctly private.

You can read a fuller account of what happened at The Oregonian‘s website. Everyone agrees that a customer was turned away by Aaron Klein, the co-owner of SweetCakes, because she requested a cake for her same-sex wedding. The customer claims that Aaron used insulting language like “abomination” when turning her down; Aaron denies that.

According to the Oregonian, “the attorney general’s office is waiting for Sweet Cakes’ official account of the encounter before taking action. If the agency finds cause, it has the option of filing a discrimination complaint with the state Bureau of Labor and Industries.”

According to right-wing Christian blogger Denny Burk:

Klein contends that the first amendment guarantees his right to practice his religion without interference from the government. In short, he believes that he shouldn’t have to violate his conscience by providing his services to a same-sex wedding. He claims that his Constitutional right to freedom of religion trumps Oregon state law.

My thoughts:

1) My knee-jerk reaction is a Libertarian one: If the Kleins want to refuse to sell cakes to same-sex couples, then they should have that right. There are many other bakers in the Portland/Gresham area who will happily take the business the Kleins are refusing.

2) My next thought is “where does it end”? If the Kleins can refuse to sell to a lesbian couple’s wedding based on his religious beliefs, then couldn’t another cake-maker refuse to sell to any lesbian, gay or trans person based on that cake-maker’s religious beliefs? And if cake-makers can do that, why not restaurants and hotels? And what about a shop owner who thinks God doesn’t approve of Jewish weddings, or interracial weddings, or Asians – does that merchant get an out from anti-discrimination laws, too?

What about a teacher who says that her religious beliefs don’t allow her to teach the kids of same-sex couples – should she be given an out? SSM opponents often argue that public employees like city clerks should be allowed to refuse to serve same-sex couples; if clerks can do that, why not teachers? It’s surely much harder to break your religious convictions to deal with a student for a full school year, than it is to take two minutes to put a stamp on a form.

In short, if everyone is allowed to ignore state anti-discrimination law based on their claimed personal religious beliefs, then it seems to me that anti-discrimination laws must logically be void and unenforceable.

There are, of course, some people who are opposed to all anti-discrimination laws. My suspicion, however, is that most people who think that the Kleins should be allowed to ignore discrimination law based on their religious convictions, aren’t arguing that religion should be a general “get out of anti-discrimination law free” card. Rather, they want lgbt people singled out for lesser legal protections. Very few of those who think that religious business owners should have free reign to discriminate against lesbian and gay customers think the same when you ask them about the right to discriminate against Black people or against Jews.

3) This case, and others like it, actually has nothing to do with the same-sex marriage controversy.

It’s important to recognize that the issue being argued over, when we argue about same-sex marriage, is not “do same-sex couples have the right to hold weddings and call themselves married?” No one in mainstream America, not even in the GOP, not even Brian Brown, argues against the right of two women or men to dress up in formal wear, rent a hall, and make formal vows in front of their loved ones. Lesbians and gays have the right to get married, and have been getting married for decades, long before anti-SSM activists were aware of the practice.

The actual legal controversy is, will the state recognize same-sex marriages? And that controversy is not at all relevant to what’s currently happening with SweetCakes.

In fact, legal recognition of same-sex marriages was constitutionally banned in Oregon.

Although anti-SSM activists claim events like these are the result of same-sex marriage laws, banning legal same-sex marriage doesn’t actually prevent these legal conflicts, as SweetCakes demonstrates. That’s because the relevant law here is not marriage law, but anti-discrimination law.

That’s what’s at issue here. Not the “right” for Christians like the Kleins to prevent same-sex couples from legally recognized marriages, or the “right” to prevent a gay widow or widower from benefiting from their spouse’s Social Security, or the “right” to prevent children of same-sex couples from having the benefits of married parents, or the “right” to keep international couples apart, or the “right” to prevent same-sex couples from access to the hundreds of legal rights that the Kleins have access to.

The Kleins have already won all those “rights” in Oregon, much joy may it bring them. What they want is the right to discriminate against lesbian and gay customers.


And maybe they should have that right. I’m sympathetic to the idea that small businesses – businesses that are run by the owner or owners, that have fewer than five employees – should be exempt from being seen as “public accommodations” for the purpose of anti-discrimination laws. I’m especially open to this argument in the case of people whose work is expressive, such as photographers and cake-makers.

This is a true case of “goods in conflict” – the right of discriminated against groups to be fully equal members of society everywhere in the public square, versus the right of mom-and-pop businesses to choose who to do business with.

I know some readers will disagree with me strongly. The choice to discriminate against lesbian and gay customers is harmful, and irrational, and should not be tolerated, some will say, and I have great sympathy for that view. I agree that what SweetCakes did is harmful and irrational. In the case of larger businesses, it shouldn’t be legally tolerated – corporations are too large a chunk of society to be allowed to pick and choose which Americans they’re willing to treat as equals. (If we allowed McDonalds to refuse to serve Jews, for instance, that would be too great an injury to the ability of Jews to be thought of as equal citizens.) Nor should it be tolerated in businesses that provide potentially life-saving services, such as doctors, or innkeepers.

But in the case of mom-and-pop bakeries, I think we should err on the side of legal tolerance.

I don’t for a second doubt that some lgbt people find being refused service genuinely horrible and traumatic. (The effects of small bigotries are cumulative. What feels like a polite refusal of service to Klein, may feel like the 1000th attack on a lifelong weeping wound to the customer he’s refusing.)

However, this is the sort of harm that should be addressed by reforming society, not by force of law. We cannot legislate away small harms and prejudices; we can only beat them through gradual persuasion. And gradual persuasion will only be impeded by the use of government force on tiny businesses like SweetCakes.

And yet… now that I’ve written that, I wonder about someone living in a small town. What if half the mom-and-pop businesses in a small town – a town in which virtually all the businesses are mom-and-pop stores – decided not to serve the one Muslim family in town? If we say they’re legally allowed to do that, what we’re saying is that if all the little businesses in a town agree, they can informally collude to ostracize any despised minority, turning them into second-class citizens. Why should they be allowed to do that?

It’s not as if anti-discrimination law is handed down by some unaccountable dictator. It comes from democratically elected representatives – and in Oregon’s case, it reflects the fact that most Oregonians want to live in a society with formal equality. A society in which any lesbian or gay man can walk into any store and be assured treatment that’s just as good as the treatment heterosexuals get.

And just like that, I’ve convinced myself to change my mind. I really am torn on this issue.

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Farid al-Din Attar: A Reading Journal 1

That mystical experience exists outside of language is axiomatic, and if it exists outside of language, then it also must exist outside the network of power relations, ineluctably embedded in language, that human beings navigate daily. Indeed, this is something I have been told at different times of my life by different spiritual seekers. True spirituality, they have wanted me to believe, the pursuit of an ultimate, transcendent level of awareness is apolitical by definition. What they say makes perfect sense to me when I think about death, the one, final transcendent experience that we all share; but when I think about what it would mean to follow any of the spiritual paths they have laid out before me, not only was the language in which they tried to describe the transcendence that waits for me at the end of it inevitably embedded in the power relations of our culture, but there is no escaping the fact that–at least in the monotheistic traditions with which I am most familiar–the relationship between the individual seeker and that with which he or she wants to achieve oneness is one of power, and how can that not be political?

Farid al-Din Attar’s The Conference of the Birds, translated by Afkham Darbandi and Dick Davis, is an allegory of spiritual seeking, in which an assembly of birds sets out in search of the Simorgh, the king of the birds, in order to attain true enlightenment. At their journey’s end, the thirty birds that remain discover that they themselves are the Simorgh, that the enlightenment they have been seeking has always been within them. This moment of revelation turns on a pun that is impossible in English, for Simorgh means thirty (si) birds (morgh):

There in the Simorgh’s radiant face they saw
Themselves, the Simorgh of the world—with awe
They gazed, and dared at last to comprehend
They were the Simorgh and the journey’s end. (219)

To reach this end, the birds must first travel the very difficult path by which they will learn to shed the carnal, mundane, worldly self separating them from what they desire. Divided into stages, this journey forms the overarching narrative of the poem, providing the frame which Attar then fills in with illustrative tales told by the hoopoe, the bird the other birds elect as their guide. The hoopoe defines the journey as one informed by a lover’s desire:

Join me, and when at last we end our quest
Our king will greet you as His honoured guest.
How long will you persist in blasphemy?
Escape your self-hood’s vicious tyranny—
Whoever can evade the Self transcends
This world and as a lover he ascends.
Set free your soul; impatient of delay,
Step out along our sovereign’s royal Way[.] (33)

All three monotheistic religions—Christianity, Judaism, and Islam—enjoin their followers to love their god, but this command, as I understand it, is quite different from what the Sufis mean when they say that you should strive to become a lover of God, for they mean not simply that you should love God the way you love your father, for example, but rather that you should burn with love for God the way you might burn with desire for a human beloved, that the energy you burn with for union with that other person is precisely the energy that needs to be transformed along the mystical path into the pure energy of union with God. Indeed, so strongly did some Sufis connect human sexual love and desire to the love and desire they aspired to experience in their god that there are stories in which Sufi masters advise those who want to follow the path–and in these stories the master and disciple are always men–to try loving a woman first.

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Rachel Swirsky’s short fiction from 2012

Since I just tossed this up on a message board I belong to, I figured it might be time to put it in blog-form, too.

I had several short stories out last year, but the ones I liked best were a novelette and a short story. The novelette is a fantasy set in a fictional analog of Renaissance Italy, concerning the broken romance between two painters, one a genius and the other her protege, and how their relationship is overwhelmed by art and magic. It can be read on Tor.com, “Portrait of Lisane da Patagnia

It was summer when I first came to Lisane’s house. The sun shone brightly, casting rose and gold across squared stone rooftops, glimmering through circular leaded windows, emboldening the trumpet-shaped blooms that peaked out of alleys and window boxes. Women sat at upper-story windows, watching events in the streets, their heads and shoulders forming intriguing triangles. Shadows fell everywhere, rounding curves, crisscrossing cobbles, shading secretive recesses.

That wasn’t how I saw it as I walked to Lisane’s house that morning, holding the hand of the journeywoman who’d met my boat. It was Lisane who would teach me how to dissect the world into shapes and shadows. That day, I was still ignorant, overawed by the chaos and clamor of beautiful, crowded Patagnia.

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The other was a short story that appeared in Nick Mamatas’s THE FUTURE IS JAPANESE. My work aside, I thought this was the strongest anthology of the year with some really lovely work by Ken Liu, Project Itoh, Issui Ogawa, and Cathrynne Valente, among others. The anthology is absolutely worth it for those four stories, not to mention other strong pieces.

The short story of mine that appeared in it is called “The Sea of Trees” and it’s a ghost story about the suicide forest, Aokigahara.

The forest grew eight-hundred-and-fifty years ago after an eruption of Mount Fuji. Green things sunk their roots after the lava cooled.

The woods are very quiet. Little lives here except for ghosts and people on their way to joining them. Wind scarcely blows. Mists hang. Overhead, branches and leaves tangle into a roof underneath which the world is timeless and directionless.

Everything is trapped.

Everything is waiting.

A pair of tennis shoes, sitting alone.

Pants, voluminous over leg bones.

A suicide note nailed to a tree: “Nothing good ever happened in my life. Don’t look for me.”

The yurei, watching.

I’ve been a bit obsessed with ghosts lately, or rather I suppose with death, and its melancholy and incomprehensibility and savageness. With ghosts, there’s always a twist of memory, too, and of either reconciling or of becoming stuck, both things I’ve done, at different times. “The Sea of Trees” is still under exclusivity so I can’t publish it online, but if you would like to read it for award consideration, ping me and I’ll be happy to provide a copy. (ETA: It’s also available to SFWA members on the discussion forums.)

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I had two other pieces published as well that weren’t quite as close to my heart. I’ve heard from a lot of people who really enjoyed “Decomposition” which can be read in Apex Magazine, and as always, I feel lucky to have received such kind reception. “Decomposition” is the story of a villain who obsesses over the decaying corpses of his kills.

Once outside the city gates, Vare had planned to deposit the girls in some lonely place where wild animals would devour them before they could receive a decent burial. But in the morning, as he bowed beneath their bodies, he found himself unwilling to part with them.

Each ounce of their weight upon his back gave him a thrill of rich, red pleasure, the kind he’d never thought he’d feel again. Ayl’s bony elbows jutted into his shoulder blades. The uneven pressure of Delira’s curves created a jigsaw of pain across his back.
Their deaths had been his life’s obsession; their corpses were his prize.

I also published a story in WHEN THE VILLAIN COMES HOME (eds Gabrielle Harbowy and Ed Greenwood), a small anthology that follows on the heels of an earlier success, WHEN THE HERO COMES HOME. They’ve got a third anthology planned for this year, too. My story, “Broken Clouds,” is about a girl who turns to dark magic to save her sister.

She’d been browsing a perfectly ordinary shelf, filled with rumpled paperbacks, but suddenly, everything was different. Tall, narrow mahogany bookcases formed an endless, twisting maze, their shelves populated by dust and spiders and books far too old to belong in a local library branch. She scanned for a way out, but saw nothing except corridors of books.

She jumped as a crooked man stepped around a corner. He was lean and dark like an evening shadow. He wore an old-fashioned suit with tails, elegantly cut but shabby. Tattered lapels sported desiccated flowers that had withered where they were pinned. Long, pointed fingers poked out of holes in his pockets.

I am, of course, also happy to provide copies of this story to those who are interested.

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Family in Siberia Lived For 42 Years Without Seeing Anyone Else

Via Sullivan, a fascinating article in The Smithsonian, about the Lykovs, a religious fundamentalist family that hid in deep Siberian forest to escape Bolshevic persecution. There were four of them – wife, husband, and 2 small children – when they fled, and two more children were born in the wild. This family lived without any other human contact from 1936 to 1978, when they were found by some geologists.

The family’s principal entertainment, the Russian journalist Vasily Peskov noted, “was for everyone to recount their dreams.”

The Lykov children knew there were places called cities where humans lived crammed together in tall buildings. They had heard there were countries other than Russia. But such concepts were no more than abstractions to them.[…]

As the Soviet geologists got to know the Lykov family, they realized that they had underestimated their abilities and intelligence. Each family member had a distinct personality; Old Karp was usually delighted by the latest innovations that the scientists brought up from their camp, and though he steadfastly refused to believe that man had set foot on the moon, he adapted swiftly to the idea of satellites. The Lykovs had noticed them as early as the 1950s, when “the stars began to go quickly across the sky,” and Karp himself conceived a theory to explain this: “People have thought something up and are sending out fires that are very like stars.”

“What amazed him most of all,” Peskov recorded, “was a transparent cellophane package. ‘Lord, what have they thought up—it is glass, but it crumples!'” […]

Karp Lykov fought a long and losing battle with himself to keep all this modernity at bay. When they first got to know the geologists, the family would accept only a single gift—salt. (Living without it for four decades, Karp said, had been “true torture.”) Over time, however, they began to take more. They welcomed the assistance of their special friend among the geologists—a driller named Yerofei Sedov, who spent much of his spare time helping them to plant and harvest crops. They took knives, forks, handles, grain and eventually even pen and paper and an electric torch. Most of these innovations were only grudgingly acknowledged, but the sin of television, which they encountered at the geologists’ camp, “…proved irresistible for them…. On their rare appearances, they would invariably sit down and watch. Karp sat directly in front of the screen. Agafia watched poking her head from behind a door. She tried to pray away her transgression immediately—whispering, crossing herself…. The old man prayed afterward, diligently and in one fell swoop.”

Definitely worth reading the full article.

There’s also a Russian-language documentary which includes some neat footage of the Lykov’s cabin.

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