August 5th, 2008 | brainjuice
Oops. Meant to work this into the previous post. Ha ha. Just pretend it’s there and not here:
Elizabeth Bear said something interesting the other day: that the short fiction space is actually the equivalent to the club scene. It’s going to the underground place where people gather to dance to the new music, the experiments and the different sounds. Short stories as the white labels, dubplates and electronic battle weapons.
(And Bruce Sterling turning up with a laptop at 1am like Roedelius or a demented Bob Moog.)
In a sense, the notion kind of asks for this generation’s NEW WORLDS. Now that was a club scene.
Anyway. Interesting, I thought. Carry on.