calypte's review

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3.0

A rather dark tale, but very worth the read.

kristamccracken's review

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4.0

Another great issue of Uncanny. My personal favourite from this issue was "A Call to Arms for Deceased Authors’ Rights” by Karin Tidbeck, a delightful short story looking at the idea of ghost writers for the deceased.

macthekat's review

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4.0

That was freaking weird. I loved that the format was an essay as for a trade journal. Now this is the kind of ghost story that don't leave me cold.

Merged review:

What a weird story but also a wonderful one as well as a terrible one... what do I mean by that - go listen to the story your self.

crunden's review

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5.0

⚜ poetry review ⚜

If only this gold
did not burn my skin,
did not burn me with its cold.


I read The Thirteenth Child by Mari Ness, Something Different from Either by Sonya Taaffe and Aboard the Transport Tesoro by Lisa M. Bradley.

mayakittenreads's review

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4.0

I'm pretty sure my favourite thing about this issue is Julie Dillon's utterly gorgeous cover art. So, so perfectly beautiful.

Tansy Rayner Roberts' essay on SFF and neurodiversity was another highlight.

foomple's review

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4.0

Loved "And the Balance in Blood" by Elizabeth Bear and "Wooden Feathers" by Ursula Vernon

kesterbird's review

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5.0

This is a lovely story. It is also is a long and terribly evocative description of that feeling a maker gets at 4am when the piece is just finished, when, in its newness, it is the most beautiful thing ever made, and when, in the morning, after waking, it is still GOOD, but it isn't that thing it was last night.

carol26388's review

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4.0

"The moon was the eye of an ink–dark whale overhead, barnacled with stars."

*Note* This review and rating is ONLY for Ursula Vernon's piece, Wooden Feathers.' When I reviewed it, it was shelved as a stand-alone piece.
http://uncannymagazine.com/article/wooden-feathers/

"Sarah’s favorite was a walrus. It was snow white, with a blue saddle, and its tusks were scrimshawed with starfish and ships. Its lumpy, bristly face was screwed up in a grin of delight. In the photo, a little girl had her arms as far around it as they could go, and she was grinning too. "

Ursula Vernon's short stories are filled with a surrealism, that moment when reality changes into something quite extraordinary. They recall both the history and the culture of fairy tales at the same time that they've been modernized and transformed into a recognizable and current setting. And while she does that, she works with a complex of emotions, those feelings of pride, disappointment, compassion. There's a few off notes here, specifically, why the old man would share his work, but part of the magic of fairy tales is that there isn't always a reason for the magic. Wording is quite nice, solid description that is at turns bare bones and at other times ornate. I'll keep my eye out for her works.
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