If you feel like reading something during the Holiday Season to intersperse the relentless celebrating, eating, drinking, and opening of presents with some culture then I have a suggestion for you...
You might consider The Ghosts of Christmas, a short story with a rather Dickensian title by Paul Cornell, which has been made available on Tor. com for all our enjoyment, with an illustration by Scott Bakal.
Although I'm sure that you can also read this after Christmas, it just won't be as topical/timely anymore, I guess...
Either way - enjoy the story, enjoy your Christmas (or you days off should you not celebrate), and thanks for reading along!
In keeping with the topic of the previous review, here is a short story by Douglas Lain (a 'postmodernist' writer, whatever that is), titled The Last Apollo Mission, and originally published in 2011 in Rudy Rucker's magnificent (and magnificently weird) Flurb Magazine.
What does it deal with, you ask? A failed writer working as a bookseller, hired by Stanley Kubrik to write the script to a film, in a way which was never done before; and ending up on the moon together with her boyfriend. Or is it a stage set in the basement of the collapsed World Trade Centre? I guess, in many way, the story deals with the permeability of reality, to rather startling effect. Ah, just go read it already, ok?
The picture is a photoshop from a moon-landing-denier website, which I shall not link...
It plays in the Little Brother/Homeland universe, and is, so is the consensus, set after the latter.
I'm currently trying to remember where I've come across some (only parts) of this before - it must be either something Cory read at some event or convention, or I must have read an extract of this before; but either way memory fails me at the moment.
Never mind my failing recollection, though, I'd suggest you go and read this for yourself.
Pádraig Ó Méalóid has very kindly been given permission by Alan Moore to post online an essay/article which for various reasons never made it to print: “Fossil Angels was written by Alan Moore in December 2002, and was to appear in KAOS #15. KAOS #15 never actually appeared, and the piece has been without a home since then. I was lucky enough to be given a number of Alan Moore’s scripts by Alan himself a few years ago, and this was amongst them. I asked if I could publish it and, when another publication which it was slated to appear in folded, Alan told me I was free to go ahead. So, I am very proud to be allowed to present this piece on Glycon for its first publication anywhere.”