I’ve been meaning to post about this since last month, but just haven’t gotten the chance before now. It’s been about three months since my last blog entry, which should come as an indication of just how damn busy I’ve been, both as a teacher and a daddy.
Anyway, this is just to let you all know that an anthology that I’m lucky to be a contributor for is now available. The Immersion Book of SF [Publisher | Amazon], edited by Carmelo Rafala, also boasts stories from Tanith Lee, Lavie Tidhar, Aliette de Bodard, Gareth Owens, Chris Butler, Gord Sellar, and others.
My story in the antho, “The Time Traveler’s Son,” was originally published as a tiny extremely-limited-edition book from Papaveria Press in December 2008, which has since sold out. So I’m glad that the story will be getting a wider audience with the release of The Immersion Book of SF. It’s attracting some nice early attention:
“What I’m really interested in are stories like ‘The Time Traveler’s Son’ by Jason Erik Lundberg. Ironically, this is the least ‘speculative’ of the bunch as it could be interpreted as either ‘realistic’ or science fictional, giving it that extra layer of engagement. What made ‘The Time Traveler’s Son’ work for me is the emotional investment it gives the reader, even when the narrative is told in short chunks.”
–Charles Tan, World SF blog
“‘The Time Traveller’s Son’ from Jason Erik Lundberg is another shorter piece, and another very good story. It tells a story across a lifetime, of an absentee father and the lie (perhaps) he told to his son, to lessen the heartbreak of his absence. It does well creating an air of uncertainty about what the real truth is, and paints a rather moving piece of fiction.”
–Matthew Dent, Amazon.co.uk reader
“The Immersion Book of SF contains stories by many whose names will be familiar to fans of speculative fiction, with Aliette de Bodard’s ‘Father’s Last Ride’ and Jason Erik Lundberg’s ‘The Time Traveller’s Son’ vying for position as my favourite in the volume. Maybe I have father issues. Anyway, the first offers a ride that is as emotional as it is exhilarating, with lightskimmers providing a way into a story that’s as beautiful as the auroras a daughter travels through. It’s a satisfying read with characters to care for, just like Lundberg’s which provides more than you think you’re getting, resonating in a way that puts me in mind of an Auden poem. To say more is to diminish the story.”
–Ray Cluley, Amazon.co.uk reader
Which, naturally, puts a smile on my face.
It was Wade’s seventh birthday. There were cake and ice cream and presents in the backyard, and a colorful piñata shaped like a donkey, and twenty of Wade’s friends from school, and his mom had even hired a clown, a lazy clown, and Wade could smell alcohol when the clown bent down and breathed, “Happy birthday.” Crap at balloon animals, he was winded after blowing one up, and upon failing to twist or turn or knot it into a dog or giraffe or something, he would present the sausage of air and latex with a weak flourish, “It’s a snake!”
Upstairs, in the house, Wade’s dad finished packing. The lame clown forgotten and left to wheeze on a lawn chair and nip from a cheap silver flask, Wade asked his dad where he was going, why he wasn’t down at the party.
“Important business, kiddo,” said his dad. “Time traveling business. My first mission.” He closed the suitcase and pointed out the window to the ‘84 Chevy Celebrity, bandage brown, rusted through, the fabric inside the roof coming unglued, hanging down, a drapery of obscuration.
“That’s our car,” Wade said.
“Oh no, kiddo, it’s my time machine. I can chat with Marie Curie, or punch Hitler in the face, or have tea with an archaeopteryx. I can go anywhere I want, and anywhen.”
“All your stuff is packed inside.”
“It’s a long trip. I may be gone for a while.”