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CONTENTS
Visit the Sins
Before Paphos
·
o Art Gallery
by Loretta
Casteen
By Cory Doctorow
o Articles
8 January 2007
31 March 2003
o Columns
It starts again.
The baby
begins to cough
and choke.
S ean had a way of getting his way -- a way of delivering
argument that implied that everyone in earshot was savvy
and bold, and that the diatribe-du-jour was directed at the
Enemies of Art ranged without. His thesis advisor bought
it every time. Sean turned in his due-diligence, a bunch of
theses written in the last century: collected memoirs of the
survivors of electroshock, lobotomies, thalidomide. His
advisor signed off and within twenty-four hours, he was
debarking in Orlando and renting a car to take him to the
Home.
o Fiction
o Poetry
o Reviews
Locked Doors
o Archives
by Stephanie
Burgis
ABOUT US
·
1 January 2007
o Staff
You can never
let anyone
suspect , his
mother told
him. That was
the first rule she
taught him, and
the last, before
she left him
here alone with
It.
o Guidelines
He didn't tell his father. He'd have to, eventually, before he
could finish the thesis. But for now, it was just him and
Grampa, head-to-head.
o Contact
o Awards
Grampa was switched off when Sean found him on the
ward, which throbbed with a coleslaw of laser-light and
video games and fuck-pix and explosions and car wrecks
and fractals and atrocities.
o Banners
SUPPORT US
·
o Donate
Sean remembered visits before the old man was
committed, he and his dutiful father visiting the impeccable
apartment in the slate house in Kingston, Ontario. Grampa
made tea and conversation, both perfectly executed and
without soul. It drove Sean's father bugfuck, and he'd
inevitably have a displaced tantrum at Sean in the car on
the way home. The first time Grampa had switched on in
Sean's presence -- it was when Sean was trying out a
prototype of Enemies of Art against his father's own As
All Right-Thinking People Know -- it had scared Sean
stupid.
o Bookstore
Heroic
Measures
o Merchandise
COMMUNITY
·
by Matthew
Johnson
o Forum
18 December
2006
o Readers'
Choice
Pale as he was,
it was hard to
believe he
would never
rise from this
bed. Even in
the darkest
times, she had
never really
feared for him;
he had always
been strong, so
strong.
Grampa had been in maintenance mode, running through a
series of isometric stretching exercises in one corner while
Sean and his father had it out. Then, suddenly, Grampa
was between them, arguing both sides with machinegun
passion and lucidity, running an intellect so furious it
appeared to be steam-driven. Sean's tongue died in his
mouth. He was made wordless by this vibrant, violent
intellect that hid inside Grampa. Grampa and his father had
traded extemporaneous barbs until Grampa abruptly
switched back off during one of Sean's father's rebuttals,
conceding the point in an unconvincing, mechanical tone.
Sean's father stalked out of the house and roared out of
the driveway then, moving with such speed that if Sean
hadn't been right on his heels, he wouldn't have been able
to get in the car before his father took off.
Love Among
the Talus
by Elizabeth
Bear
And now, here was Grampa in maintenance mode. He
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