Great stories this month, as usual, gang. Here's my Top Ten. Cue the Pearl & Dean music!
@Perpetual Man – Dare To Write? – as Goethe said, it is the job of the poet to capture the specific, but reflect the universal. Sometimes a piece can be well-written and admirable for its mood or technique, but it really needs to be understood in its proper context to reveal the full depth of its construction and meaning. I suspect there is a
strong autobiographical vein running through this piece, capturing the personal pain of the author, but reflecting the universal difficulty of the creative process and the power of the mundane to hold one back. A difficult, self-reflexive piece which talks about the writer’s own struggle and ironically results in one of the best, richest pieces submitted by Perp for a long time.
@Juliana – Tiny Bones – darkness within and without takes root, grows and thrives in this story, from the grey rain and damp, dead soil to the broken souls of the protagonists. This bleak vision of grizzled survivors of the demographic tree turned upside-down, with the crippled and dying forced to spend their days burying their young and waiting for death. A society sick both literally and figuratively is punctured by the yearning of one mother to hold her child’s bones once more. The image of a mother digging to resurrect the child, (a classical symbol of Future) that will surely kill those who remain, is symbolism of the most powerful order.
@Victoria Silverwolf – Fossils – another tale of reincarnation, but tonally very different, and very wry. There’s something about this story that smacks of the opportunism that marks the survival of the fittest species. George, the cuckolded fool, still manages to make a financial profit on the markets, but he’s been outmoded; Amber shacks up with a literal embodiment of caveman masculinity. We’re all fossils in waiting.
@Shyrka – Patience – I love a piece in which the characters play a long-game. Revenge is a dish well-earned in this tale of a slave with a clockwork memory. Simple yet effective, and with a killer reveal at the end. A highly macabre delight.
@Luiglin – First of the Line. A quick glance at the poll tells me this hasn’t received any votes yet. I’m shocked. A truly original interpretation on the image, with the skeletal parrot kept in ol’ Deadbeard’s ribcage. I mean, talk about a dead man’s chest! Yo ho! The Dark Lord lends himself to the longer format, which bodes for well for the other long form pieces you’ve got cooking. I have to admit, I was LOL-ing all over the shop when I read through. That pleading “don’t” at the end carries all the grim inevitability of a Greek tragedy. Echoes Pratchett almost too well, being clever, farcical, and highly British. Absolutely brilliant.
@Cascade – Transcript… - A fine month for comedy, this. The inversely-proportional relationship between the towers of self-aggrandising bloviation and the insignificant positions of their bureaucratic owners was never captured so well as in this splendidly-written piece of rhetoric which deliciously captures the tiny grandiose of the jobsworth.
@Wruter – Bird Girl – a weird, attractive mash-up of sexual cannibalism, dimorphism and fluidity sits at the heart of this story, but the interesting thing about this story is the utilization of the gaze of the character. The figure of prospective parent (and especially mother) in the classical psychoanalytic sense views the child as a threat to their own identity and freedom. In this interpretation the traditional gaze of the male (shown by the classic first line of the guy talking about his gal – “her name was Sassa”) is subverted through the male being victimized and having his identity stolen through the female’s biogenetic disposition. It’s the male who changes – experiencing the fear and sickness of bodily change, but with the twist that it is
his own self who is stealing his identity. At the end I’m reminded a little of the climax of
1984. The fear and terror recedes because his self has unalterably changed into something else. Disturbing and oddly beautiful.
@mosaix – A Spot of Bother – just a brilliantly written potboiler. A fast-paced thriller with the inevitable drip-drip-drip justice dispensed by something foul and unnatural. It’s something when the protagonist shifts from being a bit of a toerag into sympathetic victim within 300 words, but this manages it.
@reiver33 – Nevermore – reiver goes all Poe-faced in this fabulously high-concept sci-fi piece that feels like a set-up for a vengeance piece from the position of his new, avian identity. Something like, oh I don’t know…
The Crow?
Once again the story focuses on gazes, as Decker’s self is transmuted into the Raven so he literally watches himself die, after which he gives flight to fight another day. It’s brilliantly written, as usual, and there are enough tidbits to suggest a well-built word lying outside the confines of this dusty little room. The basis for something longer, I’d reckon.
@Ursa major – Extreme Measures – there’s something about the puzzle that sits at the centre of this story that drew me in and forced me to sit down and really think about it. The use of : Rod, pole, perch, hand, grain are all medieval or imperial units of measurement (get the title: Extreme Measures…), as is the name of the detective / witch (Stone). It’s ironic that the MC is being subjected to an Inquisition, when I feel he was being guided Inquisitorially towards the persecution of the witch Stone through some sort of higher (Imperial) power which even he didn’t understand. It’s not perfect, as the word count perhaps necessitated the omission of a couple of extra clues, but it’s not completely… unfathomable – indeed, it’s bursting with ideas, and is a very clever piece of writing.
Some top stuff in there, then. But the DG3 went to:
Perp
Luiglin
reiver33