Three stories, the first instalment of a serial, and 3 book reviews.
You can read it by clicking on “Issue 16″ in the menu bar above.
My Movie by David Pratt, reviewd by Piet Bach, from issue 11.
Pratt is an accomplished writer, revealing his characters layer by layer as their stories unfold, alert to the details of scene and language that bring a story alive before our minds’ eyes, and it is a real pleasure to read his work. The stories in My Movie are compact and vivid, and with a renewed appreciation for his talents I look forward to reading more of his work in coming years.
Action! Adventure! The BL Manga of Makoto Tateno, a review by Robert Tilendis, from issue 11
Visually, Tateno’s style is what I’ve taken to calling “high shoujo” — characters are willowy and androgynous, practically an archetype of the bishounen (beautiful boy) aesthetic, and while layouts are not as intuitive as those of some other artists, they flow nicely without ever falling into a “frame follows frame” rigidity.
Bob The Book, by David Pratt, reviewed by Piet Bach, from issue 10
Some years ago, I wrote a short story about books as performers, bound to silence until they are opened to read. Pratt has brilliantly succeeded on a different tack, allowing us to see how they live, how proximity and chance govern their affections as well as the effect they have on their owners, and imagining them as actors in their owners’ lives.
Well, not actually new. They’re from our archives. One is of P A Brown’s Latin Boyz; the other is of Victor Banis’ Longhorns.
Kit Moss, who was part of Wilde Oats’ editorial team for a while, is giving away copies of his book “Beloved Pilgrim”.
You can read more about it here.
… the author of the month contest at Mrs Condit Reads Books. Their reviews are reposted to Amazon, GoodReads etc.
We are always very pleased when one of “our” authors becomes more widely recognised and honoured.
We have three seasonal stories in the archives:
The Third Christmas, by Alex Hogan
Art and Pat used to be lovers. Three years ago. It’s all over. So why is Art standing outside Pat’s door wearing a silly hat carrying a present?
Quandary, by Lichen Craig
As I turn the key to stop the engine, I see Ryf sitting on the railing of the porch, waiting. I sit still for a few moments, not believing. Once I open the car door I feel every cell of my skin pull me toward him, the way one magnet strives to connect with another. As I hop up the steps he stands and offers a soft smile, holding up his phone. I stand before him with my arms at my sides, taking him in with my eyes. He is beautiful. His hair is longer, falling into his eyes – the blue streak is still there. He shivers slightly in his long black wool overcoat and breathes out a sigh that makes a trail of steam in the cold air.
Christmas Eve, by Brian Holliday
Well, I suppose it’s not that I actually hate Christmas, not really. It’s more like I wish it would just go away. I mean, Christmas is such a pushy holiday.
We are uploaded the archives starting from the earliest and heading forward in time and also starting from the latest and going back. Eventually the two strands will meet.
It just so happens that the latest upload is another Anel Viz, which is because he has many stories with us (though some have been withdrawn for paid publication). You can read the story here.