Author: Jason W. Ellis

Tim Aker’s short story, “Toke” is about what appears to be a post-apocalyptic world set in the city of Veridon. A group of teenagers decide to chase down a “scarecrow,” a plant lifeform that shares a humanoid appearance. One of the kids, Barber, wants to kill the scarecrow so that they can smoke its leafy body and get high. However, after the kill, they learn the true nature of these “scarecrow” creatures that leads to a new awareness for some of the kids, but not the murderous Barber.

One key passage regarding the kids’ objectification of the scarecrow has to do with the physical appearance and difference the scarecrow has with humanity:

‘Oh? Uh, so we don’t have to kill him, then?’…Paul asked.

Barber fixed him in his eyes, scratched the scar on his cheek, then turned away and spit. ‘It, Paul. We’re killing it’ (56).

and:

Paul, Matsy, and me, we don’t do any killing…But never murder. It was hard for us to think of scarecrows as people though, you know. They just didn’t. Well. They didn’t seem like people. It didn’t seem bad to kill them. To us, at least (58).

Later on in the story, after they kill the scarecrow they are following through the streets of Veridon, they learn the foolishness of smoking the scarecrow’s remains and they also find out that “it” was an important individual.

Besides the theme of objectification of the alien other, and the unique reproductive cycle of the scarecrows (which I won’t go into here), I enjoyed Aker’s description of the scarecrow:

It was tall, thin in the chest but thick in the arms and legs. Naked except for a leather belt and harness for carrying stuff. Its skin looked like bundled hay. It glanced back at us. Its eyes were clustered flowers (58).

The clustered flowers for eyes is a particularly interesting image to employ in describing the creature’s eyes. Since the eyes are the windows to the soul, flowers make the act the kids perpetrate that much tragic. Since the type of flowers aren’t identified, the reader is left to assume what they look like. Sunflowers or a similar kind are what I thought of, because they resemble the eyes of insects with their multiple lens structure. Also, flowers are nice, pretty, and generally smell pleasant. All qualities that are transfered to the apparently victimized scarecrow.

This is another recommended story. You can find it in Interzone #210.

David Ira Cleary’s “Dr. Abernathy’s Dream Theater” is a fun short story that borrows stylistically from the proto-SF of Wells and other nineteenth century authors, and thematically from steampunk SF.

The story’s narrator is a drug addicted former professor by the name of Dr. Jaromir Stavan who lives in an alternate world reminiscent of the late nineteenth century with a dash of early twentieth century automobiles. Stavan, through chance, is introduced to the title’s Dr. Abernathy and his Dream Theater, where a special apparatus allows for the improvisational reproduction of one’s dreams by actors. In the background of the story, there is a rivalry between a Dr. Orestel and Dr. Abernathy. These competitors in the realm of psychology and dream interpretation make me think of later comparisons of Freud and Jung (including exile from their homeland and the oppressive “Revolutionary Council,” which sounds a lot like Nazi German in the context of the story). Dr. Abernathy shares an fascinating insight into his line of work:

We are cartographers, Stavan. We explore the world of dreams, find its landmarks, boundaries, its cities and its empty spaces (48).

Stavan reports that:

The Dream Theater brings to center stage our internal dramas, where they can be recorded by independent observers and then scrutinized beneath the arc-lamps of objectivity (51).

The Dream Theater is a fascinating technological invention for the story. Like Ted Chiang, Cleary constructs a logical explanation for the way the invention works in his alternate world despite its conflict with our world. The author’s invoking the language of science is necessary to bridge the story to our understanding of the universe as well as report on the continual breaking down of objectivity in a post-quantum theory reality. Clearly, the world of the story is disconnected from ours. Therefore, the rules and universal laws may be different.

This is an enjoyable story with a twist or two that makes it a joy to read. I recommend you check it out in Interzone #210.

Steven Francis Murphy’s debut story, “Tearing Down Tuesday” in Interzone 210 (June 2007) is a fantastic tale that hits some heavy real life subject matter in the apocalyptic future following the Singularity.

It’s about a teenager, Kyle, who’s grown up with the stigmata of being an abused child. His dead father’s sins recur when Kyle is older and abused by Traveling Reverend Caldwell J. Robinson. However, the reader is led to believe that Kyle choses to be victimized in order to earn money to purchase his only friend, the robot named Tuesday. Unfortunately, sexual abuse and victimization is not a clear cut issue, and Murphy does a masterful job of presenting the dilemma and rationalization Kyle has to undertake in order to survive in the attempt to save his robot friend.

I definitely recommend this story to everyone. It does have mature and graphic subject matter, but the story’s frankness and honesty might also serve an awareness raising function for those not personally familiar with sexual abuse.