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Triumph Over the Backspace Key: A Letter for a Book in Which I Don’t Have a Letter by Mimi Mondal (Guest Post)

I did not write a letter for Luminescent Threads, an anthology that I would eventually come to edit. I am writing this post in lieu of the letter I failed to write almost a year ago.

Luminescent Threads: Connections to Octavia E. Butler, edited by Alexandra Pierce and me, is now available from Twelfth Planet Press. It is a collection of writing on Octavia E. Butler, including some essays and articles, but mostly personal letters written posthumously to Octavia E. Butler, describing how she and her writing touched the lives of her readers, and helped them become the writers they are today. A similar anthology, Letters to Tiptree, was published by Twelfth Planet Press in 2015.

Luminescent Threads is my first book as a volume editor, but I didn’t come into the project until halfway through it. I had read and enjoyed Letters to Tiptree, but Twelfth Planet Press and its editors are based in Australia. I have never been to Australia. I came to the United States for the first time in 2015. I haven’t yet met in person all the editors I submit to, all the writers I read and love, all the writers who will send me their works the next time Uncanny is open for submissions. In India, where I grew up and learned to write, the consequences of baring one’s heart and vulnerabilities in writing are often too severe, especially for those who belong to minorities. I have always been more comfortable writing fiction and poetry—expressing my deepest thoughts in allusion and metaphor—than I have been with writing a memoir. I don’t talk about my life with strangers. I am constantly trying to pass as something or the other that is not entirely me, so that I can have friends, so that I feel safe and included, so that I have enough common grounds with anyone to be able to hold a conversation at all.

I had loved Letters to Tiptree, as had many others, but when I saw the call for submissions to Luminescent Threads almost a year ago, I did not feel ready to send them my own story. I had not met those people; they were white; and I had faced enough rejection, denial, and whitewashing of my life experiences by other people to not open myself up to another pair of strangers. Despite the fact that these people in question had published another compassionate and relevant book that I had enjoyed. Despite the fact that I was an Octavia E. Butler Scholar and wasn’t probably a completely worthless writer. Despite the fact that other people I knew and respected happened to know and respect them. I didn’t know these people, and I wasn’t going to take the chance of sharing my life story with them.

Why was I—why am I—so distrustful of strangers, even benign harmless strangers with no history of misbehaviour? (Some would say “paranoid,” a word I despise because of its connotation of mental illness. One of the weapons of gaslighting the minority experience has always been accusing the person of mental illness and subsequently distorted perception.) People aren’t born distrustful of other people; the baby always reaches out with undiluted curiosity and joy towards the thing that fascinates it. All distrust is learned—you stop trying to grab that bright flickering thing when you learn that it burns you; you learn that a smile is good and a frown is bad; you learn when the cat wants a cuddle and when it’s going to scratch.

And when you are a minority, especially if you’re the only one among your friends, you learn the hard way that the smiles that are meant for them are not always meant for you. That dynamic itself doesn’t change no matter how many levels you cross, how far you rise from wherever you started—you may outgrow your middle-school bullies, but there will always be smarter, subtler, more powerful versions of them lurking at the next place you go, then the one after. There will not always be precedents of bad behaviour for you to can take a warning from. Your non-minority friend may have nothing but pleasant interactions with someone but they may be “uncharacteristically” ghoulish to you, and often—more often that I wish was true—if you bring up the matter with your non-minority friend, they will be surprised and ask you if aren’t imagining the insult. (This is when you start to consider dropping them and acquiring a new set of friends, but that’s easier—and faster—said than done.)

Anyone who belongs to any minority knows what I am talking about. The girl who cannot convince her guy friends that their common friend is sleazy to her. The non-native-speaker student who never gets an A from the very helpful English teacher at school. The friend from a different religion who is tactfully overlooked from the dinner invitation at the parents’ house. Everyone who has ever felt inexplicably dirty and wounded by a “harmless” joke cracked at their expense.

The more minorities you belong to, the more unreliable that expectation becomes. Not all queer-friendly communities are equally friendly to trans people, queer people of colour, disabled queers, poor queers. Not all people-of-colour communities welcome all people of colour among them. I wish I could “be myself” around more people, but I have met more people in life than not who treat my friends differently from me. Until I have had a personal interaction with anyone, no matter what other people I know and love say about them, I am polite but aloof, never forthcoming with my struggles or confessions.

Why I am writing about these things in an article about a book I edited—am I not supposed to be on the other side of the table? I am writing because for this book, other minority writers have overcome that immense fear and vulnerability about rejection that I myself could not when I was on their side. And there’s something deeply valuable, deeply moving about that which goes beyond the mere words of their letters.

The biggest challenge when creating a book about a celebrated member of any minority is that by the time they become enshrined enough to be commented on, the loudest and most prominent commentaries no longer come from the communities from which the person has risen. Octavia E. Butler had been a working-class, queer, Black woman—very few of her readers, researchers, and people writing on her works for posterity can claim to be all three. Anyone who is on the editorial side of books and magazines knows this—no matter what subject we want to hear about, no matter how many heartfelt diversity statements we put out, the largest number of submissions still end up coming from white men with a certain level of formal education. I may be mistrusted by a stranger for the same anxieties that lead me to mistrust another, and it would be neither of our fault.

Minorities self-reject. We self-reject a lot. We self-reject no matter what age we are, or what level of success we have. We don’t only worry about not being good enough to be published—that is the first, and in many ways the easiest, hurdle—but if we do get published, what consequence our words will have on our lives, our careers, how much people respect us, whether we will get labelled whiny or angry or anti-national or whores or a number of other violent things, the safety of our families and friends. (We don’t do this because we are paranoid. We do it because this has been our experience—if not always personal, at least in the larger communal memory.) Every word I write I weigh against my possibility of ever going back home, of finding my family as safe as I left them, of being able to live and work in India again. Backspace happens to be the most worn down key on my computer.

This entire anthology, in that way, is a triumph over the backspace key. While I went through them trying to fix spelling and syntactical errors, the letters in this anthology made me cry for their honesty, bravery, anger, vulnerability—everything their authors have been willing to share with others. A simple publication credit isn’t worth that kind of stripping down of the self; there is something bigger. There is striving towards healing, strengthening, consolation, solidification—both of the self and others whom those words will reach.

Most of our letters came in right after the US presidential elections, and there is a direct, unabashed political rage that emerges in many of them. These writers committed to those words at a time when I was myself too afraid to even name the President on any of my social media accounts—I hadn’t voted for him, but I had never been eligible to vote for him, and he wanted people like me thrown out of his country anyway.

The first person those words embraced and held back from crumbling was me. At a time when I was no longer sure if I was worth anything to anyone in the US any more, and should not just give up and leave on the first flight home, they convinced me to hold out a little longer, endure a few more days of bleakness, before other friends came along—more luminescent threads from strangers that have strengthened and sustained me through what has been probably the worst year of my life. I was not an editor at Uncanny Magazine when I started working on this book, and now I am. I go out a little more, I initiate conversations, my words encounter a little more of CTRL+S and little less of backspace. That is what working on Luminescent Threads has done for me, and I hope reading it does that for you too, at the time when you need it the most.

Uncanny Magazine’s Reprint/Poetry Editor, Mimi Mondal, was born and raised in Calcutta, India. In various incarnations, she has been an editor with Penguin India, a Commonwealth Scholar at the University of Stirling, Scotland, and an Octavia E. Butler Memorial Scholar at the Clarion West Writing Workshop 2015. Her stories, poetry, and social commentary have appeared in The Book Smugglers, Daily Science Fiction, Podcastle,, Muse India, Kindle Magazine, and elsewhere. She is the co-editor of Luminescent Threads: Connections to Octavia Butler (2017) from Twelfth Planet Press. Her first collection of stories is also forthcoming in India from Juggernaut Books. Mimi almost always enjoys the company of monsters.

Guest Post! Liz Argall Is Launching a Patreon!

Hello! I am Liz. I am the creator of Things Without Arms and Without Legs, a comic about creatures who are kind. I’ve created over 500 comics in the last 5 years and it has been the most wonderful, humbling experience seeing how some of those comics have helped people (a sad  in particular). The Things have been blessed to be part of the Uncanny Posse for a few years, responding to wonderful works of fiction, poetry, and editorials. Looking over the ones I’ve done so far (, I’m so glad Uncanny gave us the chance to make something that would never exist otherwise.

First up, I want to say thanks to any of the Uncanny readers who nominated me (Liz Argall, which in my mind means Things!) for the Best Fan Artist Hugo Award. I’m certain some of you did, and I want you to know how much it means to me. 528 ballots were cast for 242 nominees, and we made it to the top 12. I wasn’t prepared for how wonderful that would feel. It made me want to work harder… and it gave me hope, that hope bit is so special it deserves mentioning twice. It made me all teary and stuff. So thank you.

Today, I’m launching my Patreon page. Patreon is a place where everyday folks can support stuff they love in an ongoing way (there’s even an Uncanny Patreon if you’re more of an ongoing backer type rather than a Kickstarter type).

Patreon is a place where you get to give creators the rocket fuel they need to take their art to the next level. Rewards range from access to the special Patreon feed, to physical goodies, to video shout outs, to mentoring. At any reward level, you will be supporting me and the Things to put more art in the world that is a hug when you need it, or some courage when you need to push through.

If it interests you, please check it out and sign up if you can at

Thanks for your support (be it patronage, sharing, reading, commenting, or just reading this all the way to the end), for loving Uncanny Magazine, and for being mighty Space Unicorns who bring the awesome.

Uncanny Magazine Wins the 2017 Best Semiprozine Hugo Award!

We have wonderful news! Uncanny Magazine won its second Hugo Award for Best Semiprozine! We are deeply honored by this Hugo Award. It was a stellar group of finalists.

A magazine is the work of numerous people, so we want to thank our 2016 staff of Michi Trota, Julia Rios, Erika Ensign, Steven Schapansky, Amal El-Mohtar, and Deborah Stanish; all of our submissions editors and guest podcast readers; our webmaster Jeremiah Tolbert from Clockpunk Studios; and, of course, our ombudsman and world’s greatest daughter, Caitlin. Thank you to every single member of the Space Unicorn Ranger Corps and all of the Hugo voters. We couldn’t do this without the support of this community.

Once again, congratulations to the two Uncanny Magazine stories which were finalists for the Hugo Awards: “Our Talons Can Crush Galaxies” by Brooke Bolander for Best Short Story and “You’ll Surely Drown Here If You Stay” by Alyssa Wong for Best Novelette.

Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas didn’t win the Best Editor- Short Form Hugo Award, but did come in second, which is phenomenal! Congratulations to the winner, Ellen Datlow!

Finally, “Seasons of Glass and Iron” by Uncanny Magazine Podcast Reader Amal El-Mohtar from the Saga Press anthology The Starlit Wood (edited by Dominik Parisien and Navah Wolfe, who was also a Hugo finalist for Best Editor- Long Form), which we reprinted in Uncanny Magazine, won the Best Short Story Hugo Award, just like it won the Nebula and Locus Awards! Congratulations Amal!

The Thomases and Bolander’s Story Are World Fantasy Award Finalists and Uncanny Is a British Fantasy Award Finalist!

More excellent award news, Space Unicorns!

The World Fantasy Award Finalists have been announced! Once again, Lynne M. Thomas and Michael Damian Thomas are finalists for the Special Award, Non-Professional World Fantasy Award for Uncanny Magazine! Also, “Our Talons Can Crush Galaxies” by Brooke Bolander is a finalist for the Best Short Story World Fantasy Award! Congratulations to Brooke and all of the finalists!

Michael will be at the World Fantasy Convention in San Antonio representing Uncanny.

On top of that, Uncanny Magazine is a British Fantasy Awards- Best Magazine/Periodical Finalist!

We are thrilled and honored. Once again, congratulations to all of the finalists!

Alyssa Wong’s Uncanny Story Wins a Locus Award and Galen Dara’s Issue 10 Cover Wins a Chesley Award!

Huge news, Space Unicorns! TWO pieces of Uncanny Magazine Issue 10 have won awards!

First,  “You’ll Surely Drown Here If You Stay” by Alyssa Wong won the Locus Award for Best Novelette! Congratulations, Alyssa!

Uncanny Magazine Co-Publisher and Co-Editor-in-Chief Michael Damian Thomas with Alyssa Wong’s acceptor, Emma Osborne, at the Locus Awards.

Second, Galen Dara’s Uncanny Magazine Issue 10 cover Bubbles and Blast Off won the 2017 Chesley Award for Best Cover Illustration: Magazine!  Congratulations, Galen!

Uncanny Magazine Issue 17 Cover and Table of Contents!


All of the content will be available in the eBook version on the day of release.

The free online content will be released in 2 stages- half on day of release and half on August 1.

Don’t forget eBook Subscriptions to Uncanny Magazine are available from Weightless Books and Amazon Kindle, and you can support us on our Patreon!

“Enceladus” by Kirbi Fagan

“The Uncanny Valley” by Lynne M. Thomas & Michael Damian Thomas (7/4)

“How the Maine Coon Cat Learned to Love the Sea” by Seanan McGuire (7/4)
“A Nest of Ghosts, a House of Birds” by Kat Howard (7/4)
“The Ache of Home” by Maurice Broaddus (7/4)

“The Worshipful Society of Glovers” by Mary Robinette Kowal (8/1)
“I Built This City For You” by Cassandra Khaw (8/1)
“Packing” by T. Kingfisher (8/1)

Reprint Fiction:
“Children of Thorns, Children of Water” by Aliette de Bodard (7/4)

“Why Millennials Yearn for Magical School” by Sarah Gailey (7/4)
“After a Revolution” by Dimas Ilaw (7/4)

“Resistance 101: Basics of Community Organizing for SF/F Creators and Consumers—Volume Three: My First
Civil Disobedience” by Sam J. Miller (8/1)
“Dean Winchester and Commander Shepard Walk into a Bar: Why Fanon Matters” by Alasdair Stuart (8/1)

“Qi Xi” by Joyce Chng (7/4)
“Starskin, Sealskin” by Shveta Thakrar and Sara Cleto (7/4)

“Questions We Asked for the Girls Turned to Limbs” by Chloe N. Clark (8/1)
“Domovoi” by Rose Lemberg (8/1)

Maurice Broaddus interviewed by Julia Rios (7/4)

Mary Robinette Kowal interviewed by Julia Rios (8/1)


17A (7/4)
Seanan McGuire- “How the Maine Coon Cat Learned to Love the Sea” (As
read by Amal El-Mohtar)
Shveta Thakrar and Sara Cleto- “Starskin, Sealskin” (As read by Erika Ensign)
Seanan McGuire Interviewed by Julia Rios

17B (8/1)
Cassandra Khaw- “I Built This City for You” (As read by Erika Ensign)
Rose Lemberg- “Domovoi” (As read by Amal El-Mohtar)
Cassandra Khaw Interviewed by Julia Rios

Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction Personal Essays Editor Nicolette Barischoff Wants Your Essay Pitches!

(ETA 6/29: We are now closed to pitches. Thanks, everybody!)

As you know, the Hugo Award-winning Uncanny Magazine is taking over the Destroy series from Lightspeed Magazine. The current plan is to run the Kickstarter for Disabled People Destroy Science Fiction in July 2017. The issue will be written and edited entirely by disabled people.

Personal Essays Editor Nicolette Barischoff is currently looking for short personal essays (ideally between 500-800 words) to run during the Kickstarter and eventually be included in the special issue. These pieces will explore the writer’s connection to disability and genre fiction in a deeply personal way, as a writer, an editor, an activist, or a consumer. We’re defining these terms (connection, genre) as broadly as possible to give you as much space as you need to tell your story.

Uncanny is offering a flat $15 on acceptance for these short essays. If you’re interested, please email Nicolette Barischoff and Editor-in-Chief/Nonfiction Editor Elsa Sjunneson-Henry at [email protected] with your idea for an essay as soon as possible. If you have any questions, you may tweet them to @NBarischoff and @snarkbat. The deadline for completed essays is July 17th. We are particularly looking for disabled writers of color.

We look forward to hearing from you!