Anthology of European Speculative Fiction
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ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION Edited by Cristian Tama ş and Roberto Mendes ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 1 ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION AUTHORS Ian R. MacLeod (England) Jetse de Vries (Netherlands) Regina Catarino (Portugal) Liviu Radu (Romania) Carmelo Rafala (Italy) Cristian Mihail Teodorescu (Romania) Diana Pinguicha (Portugal) Hannu Rajaniemi (Finland) Vladimir Arenev (Ukraine) Philip Harris (England) Dănuţ Ungureanu (Romania) Aliette de Bodard (France) EDITED BY Cristian Tamaş and Roberto Mendes PUBLISHED BY ISF Magazine and Europa SF OTHER CREDITS Cover Design by Saul Bottcher, Copy Editing and ebook formatting by Elizabeth K. Campbell, Slush Reading by Raquel Margato and Alexandra Rolo, PDF preparation by Roberto Mendes. COVER ILLUSTRATION The artwork is named "Galactus" by George Munteanu; ©George Munteanu (all rights reserved), reproduced by the author's permission. Copyrights held by various Authors. This Anthology Is brought to you by ISF MAGAZINE (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Magazine) and EUROPA SF (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Site) ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 2 TABLE OF CONTENTS Introduction by Cristian Tamaş and Roberto Mendes 4 Ian R. MacLeod (England) - The Dead Orchards 6 Jetse de Vries (Netherlands) - Transcendent Express 16 Regina Catarino (Portugal) - Memory Recall 27 Liviu Radu (Romania) - Digits are Cold Numbers are Warm 34 Carmelo Rafala (Italy) - Repeat Performances 50 Cristian Mihail Teodorescu (Romania) - Bing Bing Larissa 63 Diana Pinguicha (Portugal) – Rebellion 74 Hannu Rajaniemi (Filnand) - The Server and the Dragon 82 Vladimir Arenev (Ukraine) - The Royal Library 90 Dănuţ Ungureanu – News from a Dwarf Universe 100 Philip Harris (England) - Only Friends 104 Aliette de Bodard (France) – Starsong 113 About the Editors 128 About ISF Magazine 129 About Europa SF 130 Anthology Sponsors – Indie Book Launcher 132 This Anthology Is brought to you by ISF MAGAZINE (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Magazine) and EUROPA SF (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Site) ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 3 FIRST PUBLICATION CREDITS “The Dead Orchards” by Ian R. MacLeod: first published in Weird Tales – 1994 “Transcendent Express” by Jetse de Vries: first published in Hub Magazine – 2007 “Starsong” by Aliette de Bodard: first published in Asimov’s – August 2012 “Digists are Cold, Numbers are Warm” by Liviu Radu: first published in ISF Magazine – 2012 This Anthology Is brought to you by ISF MAGAZINE (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Magazine) and EUROPA SF (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Site) ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 4 INTRODUCTION BY CRISTIAN TAMA Ş AND ROBERTO MENDES European SF anthologies are rare as pink diamonds, and it seems that American editors have been more interested in collecting and presenting European SF stories than European editors are (for instance, The SFWA European Hall of Fame: Sixteen Contemporary Masterpieces of Science Fiction from the Continent (2008), edited by James Morrow and Kathryn Morrow and featuring James Gunn, Donald Wolfheim, and others). It’s as though someone is a European only from a distance—from America, for example! Who inhabits Europe ? Europeans? Well, yes and no. Europe is inhabited by Germans, Frenchmen, Britons (from time to time, depending on the continent’s weather), Italians, Spaniards, Portuguese, Swedes, Poles, Dutchmen, Russians, Ukrainians, and so on. We’re Europeans only when we’re visiting other continents, but not at home. There are exceptions to the rule that European editors are uninterested in European SF, including Austrian editor Franz Rottensteiner ( View from Another Shore , 1973), French editor Olivier Raynaud (under the pen name of Richard D. Nolane, working with American publisher DAW Books, Terra SF : The Year's Best European SF (1981), and Terra Science Fiction II: The Year's Best European SF (1983)), and Spanish editor Domingo Santos with the Ciencia ficcion europea (1982). But the general trend remains. What’s the reason for this lack of interest? Why do we only have a few European SF anthologies compiled by European editors? Why should a culturally diverse continent like Europe being incapable of finding a common way to publish its own SF on regular basis? Or, even better, collecting that fiction in English, so that more readers can read it? Perhaps it’s explained by the fact that Europe has a political union and a common market, but not a cultural common market or a publishing common market, and because it’s divided linguistically and culturally. Why do we need to start presenting European SF in English? Let’s face it, English is spoken by a majority of Europeans and by most of the World—there is a huge market for English-language literature and for works in English translation! Being pragmatic, we have to use the idiom that’s understood by the European majority if we want to offer access to as many readers as possible. From Europe to the World! This Anthology Is brought to you by ISF MAGAZINE (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Magazine) and EUROPA SF (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Site) ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 5 We believe that this is exactly the right moment to contribute to a common European SF. This is the time! In order to start developing this project, ISF and Europa SF , two new and ambitious projects, decided to step in and launch a new European SF anthology comprising authors coming from all over Europe—England, France, Italy, Netherlands, Portugal, Finland, Romania, and Ukraine—collecting a truly representative sampling of European speculative fiction. Would we like to have more stories and more countries represented? Of course—and we will too, you’ll see! ISF is a quarterly publication with a mandate to publish (for free download) science fiction, fantasy, and horror that was (i) originally written in languages other than English (but always published in ISF in English translation), as well as (ii) fiction that comes from non-traditional sources (geographically speaking) or (iii) that has a particularly internationalist orientation. You can read all about us on our page ( http://internationalsf.wordpress.com/ ) and elsewhere on the Web, or in the February issue of Locus Magazine . Europa SF ( www.scifiportal.eu ) was conceived as an English-language portal of news and information from and for European fandom—a site that provides a comprehensive, permanent, real-time mirror of European SF&F products, events, and activities. Together we want to offer to European writers the chance to be read by the entire world! So wait no more to get to know some of the most exciting authors we have—from newcomers to award winners! We promise you this: your time will not be wasted! This Anthology Is brought to you by ISF MAGAZINE (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Magazine) and EUROPA SF (nominated for an ESFS Award for Best Site) ANTHOLOGY OF EUROPEAN SPECULATIVE FICTION 6 The Dead Orchards Ian R MacLeod I used to live in a house made from the bones of the City. Stones plundered from the dreams of palaces peered from every wall. It was too big for me alone, yet I rarely sought any company other than that of my servants. Forgotten rooms reached into tunnels, doorways opened on rotting boards. But there was still a core where a tarnished kind of luxury flourished. This was my home, and the living was as easy as it could be in this City, which is to say that my suffering was less than that of many others. Sometimes when my solitude became a burden I used to wander the streets searching for some female from whom the City had yet to drain the last dregs of grace. A difficult quest, but I had my successes. I would draw my guest back to my house with the necessary threats or promises, filling it with the silvered clash of china, the fragile aromas of good food. And when the feast had ended and contentment played on the air, when my guest sat on her golden chair and all past life was an ugly dream, I would offer her one last luxury: a glass of the clearest water drawn from a well deep in the foundations of my house. Pure water in this City where the sewers foul the river and the river feeds the wells. Crystalline water in a crystal glass. The goblet would rise in hands I had scented and cleansed, the water would tremble on the beveled rim. And after it had touched those delicate lips, after the shapely throat had moved to swallow, the hand would fall, the glass would shatter, the eyes would blink once, then widen forever. For the clear water was invisibly polluted by the mutterings of some ancient spell. It caused a living paralysis for which, in all my experiments, I could discover no release, least of all death. Once, I used to take endless pleasure in seeing my guest sitting motionless, clothed in whatever fairness youth had granted her, with every muscle down to heart and lungs magically stilled, yet her mind alert, her senses singing. After weeks of slow study, I would take a knife to her flesh, blowing the dust from her unblinking eyes that she might better see the riches she contained. Each organ within was a gleaming jewel, strung like a wet necklace on the bones beneath. Once, towards the end of my explorations, I found another life enclosed within the first. A child. I cut the burden from its ropes of flesh and lifted it into the candlelight. But the eyes of the half-finished thing seemed to stare at me, and I replaced it hurriedly in its mother’s belly. Inevitably – and as with life itself – my guests didn’t keep their freshness forever.