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Niall Harrison

November 5, 2012

The fund drive is complete, and you helped us reach our extension goals -- all of them. So, from January, pay for poems and reviews goes up to $30 apiece, and we launch fiction podcasts. Full details in this week's editorial, but I'll say it here one more time: thank you!

Also in this week's issue:

This week's story is "Four Kinds of Cargo", by Leonard Richardson
This week's poem is "The Murder of Dionysos", by Florence Major
Mark Plummer's latest Paraphernalia column delves into the murky world of fannish APAs
And reviews kicks off with Gabriel Murray's examination of Cloud Atlas; later in the week, Erin Horakova on Alif the Unseen, and Tori Truslow on Outlaw Bodies.

About Niall Harrison

Niall Harrison is an independent critic based in Newcastle upon Tyne, UK. He is a former editor of Strange Horizons, and his writing has also appeared in The New York Review of Science Fiction, Foundation: The International Review of Science Fiction, The Los Angeles Review of Books and others. He has been a judge for the Arthur C. Clarke Award, and a Guest of Honor at the 2023 British National Science Fiction Convention. His collection All These Worlds: Reviews and Essays is available from Briardene Books.

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We’d been on holiday at the Shoon Sea only three days when the incident occurred. Dr. Gar had been staying there a few months for medical research and had urged me and my friend Shooshooey to visit.

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The little monster was not born like a human child, yelling with cold and terror as he left his mother’s womb. He had come to life little by little, on the high, three-legged bench. When his eyes had opened, they met the eyes of the broad-shouldered sculptor, watching them tenderly.

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Le petit monstre n’était pas né comme un enfant des hommes, criant de froid et de terreur au sortir du ventre maternel. Il avait pris vie peu à peu, sur la haute selle à trois pieds, et quand ses yeux s’étaient ouverts, ils avaient rencontré ceux du sculpteur aux larges épaules, qui le regardaient tendrement.

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Translator Interview: Nat Paterson

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Translated by: Kathryn Kimball

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