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Contents
Fiction
As If -- Carol Emshwiller
Going Private -- Eliot Fintushel
Tato Chip, Tato Chip, Sing Me a Song -- Alex Irvine
Love Story -- Jeremy Cavin
Suspension -- Robert Wexler
Three O'Clock in the Morning -- Nancy Jane Moore
Faces, Hands: The Floors of His Heart -- James Sallis
Cuttlefish -- Alan DeNiro
Pretending -- Ray Vukcevich
Poetries
Calling From Eros -- Sydney Duncan
Chrysanthemums -- Theodora Goss
By Tidal Pools
Helen in Sparta
White -- Lucy Snyder
Errand of Mercy -- Mark Rudolph
Fourth of July
Nonfictions
What's the Story? -- L. Timmel Duchamp
Zines, alphabetical
Giant Worms Search Update
Jim and Jennie and the Pinetops
Variations on a theme
Contributors' notes
Contributors
Jeremy Cavin stories
are exponentially increasing in length. We expect his tenth story
from now to be approximately 100,000,000 words long. We are interested
in seeing which dot.com will consider this a good investment. Mr.
Cavin is less interested. He would rather be in Haiti working his
fingers to the bone, or working for Medicin Sans Frontiers.
Alan DeNiro's fiction
has appeared in Fence, Strange
Horizons, Minnesota Monthly, Altair, and elsewhere. His
first published story was shortlisted for the 2000 O. Henry Awards.
He reviews for Rain Taxi, and edits Taverner's
Koans online, "a one room schoolhouse of experimental
poetics." He used to blink a lot when he was Mafia.
L. Timmel Duchamp's
thus far unnamed column is expected to be a regular feature of LCRW.
Much of her critical writing is available on her website.
Her stories have appeared in Asimov's, Leviathan Two, and
F&SF.
Sydney Duncan teaches
English at the University of Alabama. Her poetry has appeared various
places, most recently in Uncommon Places: Poems of the Fantastic
from Mayapple Press. She lives in Tuscaloosa, AL, with her husband,
writer Andy Duncan, and their dog, Lily.
Carol
Emshwiller was scared off of writing by Freshman English
(take that as a warning, teachers). Her exquisite stories have been
collected in Verging on the Pertinent, The Start of the End of
it All, and Joy in Our Cause. She is also the author
of the novels Carmen Dog, Ledoyt, and Leaping Man Hill.
Eliot
Fintushel's stories are a fixture in the Asimov's
pages. It has also shown up in Crank!, The Whole Earth Review,
etc. He is an "itinerant showman" and will apparently
be appearing at the right hand of God on the Day of Judgment.
Theodora Goss has published
poetry in both mainstream and genre magazines. Her family -- minor
Transylvanian nobility -- escaped from communist Hungary when she
was four.ĘDespite wanting to be a writer, she graduated from Harvard
Law School and worked as an international lawyer on the 42nd floor
of the PanAm building in New York. She is now working on a PhD in
English literature at Boston University. We agree that she has a
rather nice web site.
Gavin J. Grant still
wonders.
Alex
Irvine is far too sporty to stay indoors and write, and
yet he does. Look at that author photo. He has a story in the anthology
Starlight 3, and probably has one in the next F&SF.
His novel, A Scattering of Jades, will be published by Tor
in 2002. In 2001 he was one of the writers on the A.I. webgame
and has co-written a novelization (A.I.:The Death of Evan Chan)
with Sean Stewart.
The Japanese Prime Minister's
fiction about a right-wing oilman who takes the Presidency through
a series of almost unbelievable events had to be postponed when
he, the Prime Minister, did not turn in his rewrite in time, due
to being ousted. He expects to be back in power shortly, when either
he, or his secretary, will finish the piece. We are very curious
as to the ending.
Kelly Link is on tour.
Her first collection of short fiction,
Stranger Things Happen will be published in July 2001
by Small Beer Press. She prefers trains to planes.
Mark
Rudolph, poet and mathematician, is single-handedly revitalizing
the fantastic poetry genre. While not gardening or dancing he has
been (or will be) published in the Louisville Review, Strange
Horizons, Chiaroscuro, Electric
Wine, and more.
Nancy
Jane Moore and Robert F. Wexler figured out within
24 hours of meeting each other in 1997 that they both (a) were born
in Houston, (b) lived in Austin for many years (but not the same
years), and (c) love Texas singer-songwriters. Although he lives
in Yellow Springs, Ohio, and she lives in Washington, D.C., neither
has stopped being a Texan (whatever that is). He has a story forthcoming
in The Third Alternative, and his novel, Circus of the
Grand Design, is looking for a home. Her fiction has appeared
in the anthology Treachery and Treason, the National Law
Journal, and other even-more-unlikely places.
James
Sallis's story "Faces, Hands" first appeared in
Nova 1 (as "Faces & Hands"), then in A Few Last
Words. The first part of this story appeared in LCRW no.7.
His fifth Lew Griffin novel is due this year.
Lucy Snyder runs the
Dark Planet
web site. Look out for an electronic collection of her work this
year from Eggplant Publications.
Ray Vukcevich's first
short fiction collection, Meet
Me in the Moon Room, will be published in July 2001. He
has now published fiction in two magazines with the word Rosebud
in their title. He is balancing the first part of his life, where
he lived in a very dry place, by living in Oregon.
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Extended Colophon
For
the most part, this zine is printed in Bodoni Book 10/12pt. The
titles are in Trebuchet 14pt bold, authors names in Bodoni Book
12pt.
It was put together on an Mac
using OS 9.1 and printed on a Lexmark Optra E312L, a decent printer,
but it doesn't have enough memory to deal with graphics. It was
printed and bound by the friendly folk at Park Slope Copy, in Brooklyn.
It was later than it should have been, there being the usual unusual
problems with PageMaker.
It will probably be sold at
a loss, or maybe just breaking even, because I fancied playing with
the margins, opening the lines, occasionally dropping text below,
just for fun. That made it 52 pages, rather than 44. So, there goes
my ice-cream -- sorry, my sorbet -- money. If you see me this summer,
hot, with thirst unslaked, consider the sacrifice made for your
reading pleasure.
In a departure from previous
issues there is no editorial; because there is nothing to say. There
is only a gap, a huge hole
where our friend and fellow
publisher should be: Jenna A. Felice. She who we bothered all the
time with foolish questions, whose brain we picked, who we promised
we would let -- let! -- proofread this issue, just as we had promised
(and never managed, deadlines, deadlines . . .) the last two, or
three, or four. We miss her.
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