I forget if it was on 9/11 itself, or some time not much later during the political aftermath, that I was over at Patrick’s & Teresa’s place, and we were talking about how much it felt like we were living in a science fiction novel, and then tried to figure out who was writing it. I also don’t remember if we settled on someone, but Ken MacLeod and Bruce Sterling both came up as possibilities.
We seem to have left the Sterling/MacLeod/whoever era, and entered a new one. A few weeks back, we had that outbreak of weird cannibal incidents, implying that we were in a zombie story, leading the Center for Disease Control to deny knowledge of “a virus or condition that would reanimate the dead”. We all know that government denials are an important first stage of a fictional zombie outbreak, but zombies are so popular, this could be the work of any of dozens of authors.
But now the US government, for some reason, feels it needs to officially deny that mermaids exist.
Zombies and mermaids? This can only mean one thing: It’s Seanan McGuire’s world that the rest of us are living in. I should’ve guessed when Doctor Who came back on the air. Next month we’ll be seeing news stories about giant insects battling it out with teams of musical monster slayers riding rainbow-colored ponies with magnetic hooves.
(Hey, Seanan, while you’re molding all reality, couldja maybe hook a buddy up with a lottery jackpot? Doesn’t have to be a big one.)