"The Threshold," by R.M. Greenaway, in Vancouver Noir, edited by Sam Wiebe, Akashic Press, 2018.
This is the second story by R.M. Greenaway to make this page in two months. She seems to be having a good year.
"The collection is called City. That's all. City. Lot of structure, not a lot of people shots, 'cause that's been done to death. But they're in there, like puzzle pieces, just part of the chain-link right? Or the asphalt, or the puddles. Except for on the cover I've got an old guy..."
The speaker is Blaine and as you may have guessed he's a photographer. Perhaps a bit obsessive about it. And one morning, just at sunrise, he's out snapping pictures at the waterfront and he find a very fresh corpse. Of course he knows he should call 911, but the lighting is perfect, and how long will it last? Surely it won't hurt if he just changes lenses and takes a couple of artful frames...
And then the dead man twitches.
I'm going to stop here. This is a masterful story and I don't want to give anything away.
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Rozotica, by R.M. Greenaway
"Rozotica," by R.M. Greenaway, in The Dame Was Trouble, edited by Sarah L. Johnson, Halli Lilburne, and Cat McDonald, Coffin Hop Press, 2018.
This is a weird story. By that I do not mean it is science fiction, or supernatural, or falls into all those bins we label "experimental fiction." It just goes in many unexpected directions. And that's a good thing.
It's 1973 and Heather is a waitress in Vancouver, B.C. In fact she has been a waitress since tenth grade, and a virgin for much longer than that, and nothing seems likely to change.
Except for Milestone. He's a hippy. He likes her and he has a plan. "You're the key. It's your face. It's perfect."
This is not a compliment, as it turns out. Milestone has a scam in mind: convincing a bunch of investors that he has the latest thing in sex toys, a female-looking robot straight from Japan. And Heather's not-quite-normal features make her the ideal prototype. "You're kind of cold and synthetic looking," Milestone explains. What girl could resist a come-on like that?
And so, having taken care of the virginity problem, they meet with a gang of pathetic men who are more interested in getting a realistic sex doll than they are in investing a bundle. What could possibly go wrong?
While you are make a no doubt lengthy list of possible answers to that question, I will explain that several of them are about to happen. But what makes the story truly interesting is what happens after things go pear-shaped. I especially enjoyed the conversation near the end by two people trying to make sense of it all.
A fun and imaginative piece.
This is a weird story. By that I do not mean it is science fiction, or supernatural, or falls into all those bins we label "experimental fiction." It just goes in many unexpected directions. And that's a good thing.
It's 1973 and Heather is a waitress in Vancouver, B.C. In fact she has been a waitress since tenth grade, and a virgin for much longer than that, and nothing seems likely to change.
Except for Milestone. He's a hippy. He likes her and he has a plan. "You're the key. It's your face. It's perfect."
This is not a compliment, as it turns out. Milestone has a scam in mind: convincing a bunch of investors that he has the latest thing in sex toys, a female-looking robot straight from Japan. And Heather's not-quite-normal features make her the ideal prototype. "You're kind of cold and synthetic looking," Milestone explains. What girl could resist a come-on like that?
And so, having taken care of the virginity problem, they meet with a gang of pathetic men who are more interested in getting a realistic sex doll than they are in investing a bundle. What could possibly go wrong?
While you are make a no doubt lengthy list of possible answers to that question, I will explain that several of them are about to happen. But what makes the story truly interesting is what happens after things go pear-shaped. I especially enjoyed the conversation near the end by two people trying to make sense of it all.
A fun and imaginative piece.
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