So here it is at last, the distinguished thing! Today is the official publication date for Shadows of the New Sun, a festchrift in honor of Gene Wolfe. (A festschrift for those who don't know -- and why should you? -- is a collection of writings in honor of a great personage. Often, they're essays and reminiscences, but in this case they're all stories, mostly set in worlds of Gene's creation.)
I was thrilled to be in this book, particularly since my story, "The She-Wolf's Hidden Grin," was written as a homage to "The Fifth Head of Cerberus." Which was an extremely important story to me. It opened up great vistas of literary possibility. When first I read it, I felt like:
|. . . stout Cortez when with eagle eyes|
|He star’d at the Pacific—and all his men|
|Look’d at each other with a wild surmise—|
|Silent, upon a peak in Darien.|
And never mind that it was Balboa who actually saw the Pacific. That sense of awe was the same.
What I did with my story was to take Gene's and run a series of reversals on it. The two brothers become sisters, west becomes east, sunset turns to sunrise, and so on. When you reverse something, of course, it does not turn into its opposite but into something like your image in the mirror -- very similar, subtly off, and if you examine it closely enough: disturbing.
In order to write my story, I had to examine Gene's original very closely. I drew maps, read critical essays, and ended up learning a great deal about writing. Since there was only so much time, I wound up with a short story. If there'd been time enough to write a novella the length of "Cerberus," I'd have learned even more.
Wolfe is still the master.
When I was done my story, I looked it over carefully. It was a good one and even a strong one. But I was not pleased with it. At one point, the story achieves a gathering momentum as it moves headlong toward a devastating ending (that is not self-praise; merely a description of what I was working to achieve), and from that moment on the reader knows what is coming and that it cannot be stopped.
This is a good, solid technique for a story, mind you. But I was sure the Wolfe would have done something more with it, had he been in my place.
So . . . WWGWD? I added a final paragraph which reversed the reader's understanding of everything that came before. And took a bleak ending and made it far, far bleaker.
You have no idea how satisfying that felt.
And as always . . .
I'm going to be on the road again. This time, I'm off to San Antonio for the Worldcon. If you see me there, be sure to say hi.