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New fiction

New fiction

Oh, hello, there. Have you been there this whole time? I’m sorry. As you may have gathered, I have some new fiction out. Three stories, in fact: “Domestic Violence” Slate This is a story about smart home technology being weaponized by abusers, and the chief of staff at a Toronto tech startup who decides she’s going to do something about it. Three months after the story came out, the New York Times did a story about the exact same thing. I think it’s…

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New fiction!

New fiction!

Due to a quirk of deadlines and contracts, I have four new pieces of fiction out this month. Here they are: “A Stopped Clock” in The Atlantic Council’s War Stories from the Future. This is about smart cities and the future of urban warfare, as narrated by a middle-aged street vendor in Korea with an unspoken crush on her co-worker. This story will also appear in Gardner Dozois’ Year’s Best 33, which is very flattering. “Be Seeing You” in Pwning…

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Want to write convincing futures? Work retail.

Want to write convincing futures? Work retail.

A while ago, I tweeted something based on this piece in VICE UK, called “Things You Only Know When You’ve Worked in Retail.” I don’t really care for the clickbaity title, but the content of the piece isn’t wrong. Here’s what I said: People ask me how I do gritty, lived-in SF and futures work and I basically always answer: “I used to work retail.” https://t.co/P2ugdAlf8m — Madeline Ashby (@MadelineAshby) July 3, 2015 That got retweeted around, and I heard…

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A medicine for melancholy: my memories of Ray Bradbury

A medicine for melancholy: my memories of Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury is dead. I learned of this today via Twitter, and my eyes welled up with tears immediately. My mother, hearing the news, invited me to call her at work so we could commiserate. I came to Bradbury’s work in the third grade, or thereabouts. I suspect my godmother was responsible. Her husband was a fan, and had even interviewed Bradbury, once. (He was the nicest guy, by all accounts.) My godmother was laissez-faire when it came to my…

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What fiction can do: or, a word on Mike Daisey from someone who’s met him

What fiction can do: or, a word on Mike Daisey from someone who’s met him

I met Mike Daisey after his performance of The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs at the Seattle Repertory Theatre, during the spring of 2011. At the time, Steve Jobs was still alive, and the theatre served free apple-tinis to patrons who came in cosplaying him. Black turtlenecks were in abundance. One of my oldest friends wore one, and shared his drink with me. (It was surprisingly strong.) This same friend then shook hands with Daisey and thanked him…

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Why you should never “review” a genre

Why you should never “review” a genre

I couldn’t sleep, so in between catching up on some anime I hit Twitter. And what did I find there? My pals hashing the hell out of #YASaves, a hashtag directed squarely at none other than the Wall Street Journal, in response to this piece by Meghan Cox Gurdon. Snip: Pathologies that went undescribed in print 40 years ago, that were still only sparingly outlined a generation ago, are now spelled out in stomach-clenching detail. Profanity that would get a…

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