From the opening, “The Ray-Gun: A Love Story“, by James Alan Gardner made me smile. In storybook prose it tells of a ray-gun and the boy who found it. I most enjoyed the flashes of humor in lines like:
No one on Earth noticed–not even the shamans who thought dots in the sky were important.
The boy is Jack, your typical lonely boy who wants a girlfriend and finds a mysterious object in the woods. So what’s he going to do about it? Suffice to say we watch him grow up, acquiring and losing girlfriends along the way, under the shadow of the ray-gun. I like how large its presence is for Jack, and how small it is for the world as a whole. It seems fitting that the truth is what finally resolves matters.
I have mixed feelings about the style of the telling. On the good side, sometimes the short sentences were arrayed in lovely parallelism. Sometimes they emphasized the jokes to good effect. But sometimes they were thrown down in choppy sentences of nearly equal length. In passages where my interest flagged, the same storybook quality of the prose wore on me. And as the story progressed, the storybook quality fit the hero less well. Fortunately, then there would be another joke or wry observation and I was back on board.
Charming.
A story I found haunting is
Sophie’s Spyglass
by Michael Coney
published in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, Feb. 1993.
http://www.locusmag.com/index/t269.htm#A28014
Unforgettable. Read it if you can find it. Few stories have stuck in my head for years like this one. You’ll know why this story came to mind here, after you’ve read it.
I have, unfortunately, misplaced my copy.
…just as I’ve misplaced some financial records from the early 90s I need to do my taxes. Cost basis, y’know. Bother. I need to just scan in all my documents, so I can conveniently find them, but then…
Scanners live in vain.
Nor’east Love Storm
by Peter Sonderegger
Witness the intermingling of humans and angels… Where history is put to a momentary halt… and post-history commences…