by Delia Sherman in Uncanny Magazine Issue Eighteen
Down on the Lower East Side of Manhattan, there’s a little bar called Cooney’s. It’s an old bar, with a tin ceiling and carved-up tables and a floor you don’t want to look at too hard and no air-conditioning to break up the historic atmosphere of stale beer and dusty upholstery and unwashed hair. No […]
by Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas in Uncanny Magazine Issue Eighteen
I hate endings. I’m writing this in the same chair I’ve written the previous 17 “Uncanny Valleys.” It’s a squishy leather chair in the corner of the living room in our house, The Milford. The Milford is a Sears Catalog House—a kit that came to DeKalb on a train and was pieced together in 1938. […]
by Sam J. Miller and Jean Rice in Uncanny Magazine Issue Eighteen
My so-called qualifications: I’ve been a community organizer for fifteen years. I’ve helped organize hundreds of direct actions, ranging from tame sidewalk rallies to occupations of government office building lobbies to tent cities on vacant bank-owned properties. I’ve gotten arrested in Central Park at a midnight protest; I’ve been illegally barred from public legislative hearings; […]
by Sarah Kuhn in Uncanny Magazine Issue Eighteen
There can be only one. We all know this catchphrase/tagline from the Highlander franchise—or even if we don’t know where it’s from, most of us have somehow absorbed it as a classic geekana saying, a thing that needs to be spouted in low, somber tones and indicates a fight to the death with Only One […]
by Sabrina Vourvoulias in Uncanny Magazine Issue Eighteen
I usually find outrage columns super easy to write, and as an older woman who didn’t start writing in speculative fiction until 50, I have a deep well of indignities to draw upon. Did I recently read a review that “unrecommended” a book because the older characters in it dared *shudder* to have sex? Check. Have […]
