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The theme of this anthology is the end of civilization, and my story explores how this might happen in connection to explorations on Mars. The Mars connection coincides with a massive burn-off in our Rocky Mountains. Here's what this might look like, from a recent hike I took in an area of pine beetle kill:
Geoffrey A. Landis, "The Sultan of the Clouds," Asimov's, September 2010.
Imagine, if a handful of families own the solar system, and the ruling sultan of Venus invites you to his floating city in the clouds? Reading this novella made me feel as if I journeyed to Venus and explored its culture.
Kristine Kathryn Rusch, "Red Letter Day," Analog, September 2010.
Students receive red letters (or not) shortly before their graduation, and these letters are shatteringly important because they're from... No, I won't spoil it!
We were gardening Labor Day morning when we first smelled smoke. The fire started about 4 miles due west of our house. Because of high winds, we were soon engulfed in smoke.
The air took on an orange cast, and we watched ash rain down on our deck.
By late afternoon the smoke cleared a bit. About 3500 acres burned that first day.
Tuesday morning the smoke came back, so thick that it grounded the fleet of slurry bombers and helicopters until noon. 7100 acres and at least 63 buildings had burned.
The area of evacuation spread to a rough quadrangle shape that's about 6 miles north-south and 12 miles east-west. The boundaries are Boulder Canyon to the south, Lefthand Canyon to the north, the foothills to the east, and the Peak to Peak Highway to the west.
Tuesday afternoon a fleet of 9 water tankers was in the air again. Helicopters buzzed our house every 7 minutes, scooping water from our neighborhood lake to carry across the ridge to the fire.
This morning the fire is still 0% contained. It has crept north and east, coming about 2 miles from our house. 92 burned buildings have been counted so far.
Thunder Bay, by William Kent Krueger. Private Detective Cork O'Connor searches for the son of his friend Henry, an Ojibwe medicine man. His search leads him into the beautiful back country around the Minnesota-Canadian border and back into the 1920's when Henry was a young guide.
I loved this book on many levels. The sense of place is spectacularly drawn, the history is fascinating, and the love story is so tender! Maybe even more interesting were the parallel stories about being a dad.
The most upside-down trees: in the rainforest of Tongass
The most photographed glacier: Mendenhall, outside Juneau
The most impossible state capital to drive to: Juneau, which has no roads in or out.
The biggest catch: grabbing your float plane.
The fishiest street: salmon swim up Ketchikan's Creek Street, where bootleggers used to deliver goods by boat through trap doors under the buildings.
Superlative scenery: Glacier Bay, balmy at 57 degrees F
The hardiest souls: fish wheels count salmon for the fishermen who sustain themselves over the winter with their yearly catch.
Most majestic bird: bald eagles come to this sanctuary for the salmon fishing, too.
The best graffiti: ship captains who've docked at Skagway's wharf
The most scenic fjord: this is what glaciers leave behind when they retreat.
The quietest sailaway
Most OMG moment: here come the icebergs!
Yikes! Can the captain really sail this ship through 1,000-year-old ice?
Most haunting sound: the thunder of calving icebergs from Hubbard Glacier.
The prettiest fog
To be continued...
