Interfictions Reading October 30th

Interfictions is a one-of-a-kind anthology published by the Interstitial Arts Foundation and Small Beer Press. Between its covers, nineteen writers dig into the imaginative spaces between conventional genres — realistic and fantastical, scholarly and poetic, personal and political. This evening at McNally Robinson, three of those writers join editor Delia Sherman to read from their boundary-crossing stories. K. Tempest Bradford is a widely published author of fantastical short stories and a prolific blogger. Matt Cheney is a fiction writer and critic who maintains the blog The Mumpsimus, focused on reviews and interviews with authors in science fiction genres. Veronica Schanoes’ work has appeared in Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet, Trunk Stories, and Jabberwocky. Join us for an evening of unclassifiable fiction.
(McNally Robinson events page)

When: Tuesday, October 30 at 7.00 PM.

Where: McNally Robinson
52 Prince St.
(between Lafayette and Mulberry)
New York, NY 10012

I’ll read from Black Feather again and see if I can’t come up with an interesting way to read it this time. If you’re going to be in NYC on the 30th, drop by!

See no Fiction, Hear no Fiction?

At Readercon, I read a short bit of Black Feather at the group Interfictions reading. The podcast of my teaser (Catherynne M. Valente’s “A Dirge for Prester John” ) is now available thanks to fellow interstitial writer Michael J DeLuca. Go download!

Also, The Seventh Reflection is now online, in full, under a Creative Commons license.

Clia stood before the large, oval mirror in her room and stared at the reflection. Bone-straight hair–long, shiny and black–a heart-shaped face, perfect button nose, sensual mouth, and wide green eyes. The skin held no blemish and no imperfection–not too dark, but not too light. An elegant neck; firm, round breasts; smooth, flat stomach; curvy hips; long, muscular legs tapering toward the floor and ending at the bottom of the mirror.

“Yes, this is what I want,” Clia said. Her mouth moved. The reflection’s did not.

Are you ready to gather what I need?

“Yes. It’ll take a few days, though.”

I have nothing but time. The reflection shimmered away, replaced by an image of what Clia looked like in every other mirror.

She did not often look at mirrors.

Read the rest here.