After months away, I am back. We had power surges that took out our laptops. We are not in a place to just buy another, so it took some time. Then there was the recovery… I lost one writing group and me out of the habit of reading, writing and a grumpy bitch.
I recently got a copy of The Best of Science Fiction and Fantasy Volume 7. I hope to read a story from it everyday and do something with it, and by “do something with it” I mean to try and chew it up, swallow it in small bits so it can tumble around in my brain, and come out my fingers.
I randomly I picked a story: Immersion by ALIETTE DE BODARD.
The first part of the story is written in second person, which is rather uncommon, and I think put me off; then it switched to third. A lot was happening in the story. Lots details told from two sides. I was lost. Not because of the writing… but it’s a story that dense and you must be present. I was reading it with cats, kids and cooking; not a proper way to read a story. Like most everyone there is always something that needs doing. This is part of getting back into a good place for reading and writing.
I thought I might find if there was a podcast of the story and there was. The following day the boys were at the movies so I gave it a listen as I read a long, knitting while I read.
On the second round I found the name so understood, and how of course the story had to be second person. How it allowed the reader to be emerged - to see the world that has been lost and worth fighting for. It also strikes a cord with me. How we can lose ourselves to fit in.
There were wonderful description to really displayed the story and showed how characters felt.
"Her avatar is but a thin layer, and you can see her beneath it: a round, moon-shaped face with skin the color of cinnamon—no, not spices, not chocolate, but simply a color you’ve seen all your life."
"You raise a hand—it feels like moving through honey. You speak—struggling to shape words through layer after layer of immerser thoughts."
It is a story that doesn’t leave you wanting more. It makes you feel like you do after a good meal. Although there is sadness to all that’s salt that makes the story deeper, and it is lightly spiced with hope.
What ideas came from it?
Bread that when eaten shares memories of life once lived, of what was lost, and feeling of how we must go forward by going back to what we were.
A women who refuses to give birth. The child grows so large that she cant really move. They speak, but in the end the child must have its own life. I think he will have someone move in with him and she can become a house?
I have the feeling there was another but where it went, I do not know….