Issue 98:
It's Out There
In this issue, we introduce you to Nicole Dixon, a brilliant young fiction writer who is admittedly obsessed with the short story. Nicole is this year's winner of the Bronwen Wallace Award for Short Fiction, and to help her celebrate we published two of her stories, "Mona Says Fire Fire Fire" , and the award-winning "High Water Mark," along with an interview.
Also in this issue, The New Quarterly discovers that great Canadian science fiction, mystery, fantasy, even erotica - is out there. You just need to know where to look, and we went straight to the source: we talked to Rob Sawyer, James Alan Gardner, and Patrick Forde, all great writers and voracious readers of sci fi, Kenneth Oppel, a writer of popular fantasy novels for young adults, John Brady, a mystery writer with a charming Irish accent and a powerful vocabulary, and last but not least, we asked Christine Pountney, a brave and talented fiction writer who moonlights as a writer of women's erotica, just how she does it. She writes, "Good erotica is always a risk. The more you lay bare your naked fantasies the more you reveal the truthful nature of desire. This is something that applies to serious literary fiction as well, and for that lesson alone, I am indebted to the perverse art." Finally, in the spirit of celebrating our 25th year by exploring new territory, our feature on genre also includes a truly alternative narrative style: grafitti, or street art, captured in a series of full-colour photographs by Carey Jernigan and Shakeel Rehemtulla on a recent trip to Chile.
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Featured Writer: Nicole Dixon
From "Mona Says Fire Fire Fire"
November came in like a lion and out like a pride tearing at its kill. Mona Berlo has never thought so much about winter in summer-the season of sunburned amnesiacs. Stacking and piling her wood, thrown into a wind so strong it might slingshot back, she is bracing for Refugee Cove's fall into winter by committing to a life by fire-not through a baptismal rite of first faith, but a renewal of vows. Before, heat, like love, was convenient and temporary, a switch on the wall when needed. Now, maturity and experience tell her that both are work, are muscle and body rewards.
