Thursday, November 16, 2006
One of the more interesting trends (to me at least) is how genres are getting to play in each others backyards more these days. It never made much sense to me that a romance writer isn't supposed to be able to write science fiction--or vice versa. All my friends who write are, well, writers. They read across genre and so why couldn't they write across them, too. But marketing tends to like boxes, which makes their job easier. I love to see it getting messy again.
What brings this up is having stumbled across a free PDF download of Subterranean Press' Issue 4, I came across Scott Westerfeld's very funny cliche SF Haiku. And from there looked him up on Amazon, because anyone with his kind of twist to his mind is my kind of writer. Sure enough, he's put a story into Sex in the System: Stories of Erotic Futures, Technological Stimulation, and the Sensual Life of Machines
Notice the flower on the cover--if that's not romance art, I'm need better glasses. You'd think they'd have gone for something, well, more robotic or phallic. So this seems a pretty blatent appeal not to erotica and romance readers. Which suits me fine. Now I've got a new author to read. Because CJ Barry (now to be known as Samantha Graves) just doesn't write enough science fiction romances.