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Table of Contents
Title Page
Pull up a Log
Well Enough Alone—Holly Schofield
Senseless—Gary Gibson
The Stilt-Men of the Lunar Swamps—Andrew J Wilson
Model Organisms—Caroline Grebbell
Note to Self—Michael Stroh
From the Closet—Robert Neilson
geefourdotalpha—Clive Tern
Beachcomber—Mark Toner
SF Caledonia—Monica Burns
Gay Hunter—James Leslie Mitchell (Lewsi Grassic Gibbon)
Interviews: Ken MacLeod and Tricia Sullivan
Noise and Sparks 1: Carrying Glass—Ruth EJ Booth
Reviews
Multiverse
Parabolic Puzzles
Become a Friend of Shoreline
Back Cover
Pull up a Log
It’s the Shoreline of Infinity Summer Special! Spread the tartan blanket on the beach, trowel on the factor fifty, and crack open the magazine with your sticky ice-cream covered paws.
To take your mind off the sand in the sandwiches we have a wicker-basket hamper stuffed with fine stories from writers all over the world—just take a look at the contents page over there. We have two interviews this issue with Ken MacLeod and Tricia Sullivan, and we’re joined by writer Ruth EJ Booth for her first column.
SF Caledonia features another Scottish writer who is not known for his science fiction. Lewis Grassic Gibbon, known for his more famous work of Sunset Song, the first part of his A Scots Quair trilogy, wrote an SF novel called Gay Hunter. Gay Hunter is the the female protagonist who travels in time to a post-apocalytpic future. Monica Burns, our Scottish SF archaeologist tells us more.
We’ve loads of reviews, and now we’re publishing those we can’t squeeze into the printed version on our website.
While we relax in our deck-chair looking out to the far distance, munching on what we hope is a sausage roll, we contemplate that Shoreline of Infinity is a year old. We take this opportunity to thank all those who have wished us well, supported us, encouraged us, spread the word about us and bought and read the magazine. And it’s Mark and my chance to especially thank those brave and enthusiastic souls who came forward to help and are now absorbed into the making of the magazine: Russell, Monica and Iain in particular.
Finally, it’s the writers, the poets and the artists who contribute who should take a low, sweeping bow: keep the stories coming, folks.
So, gentle reader, let’s join the Beachcomber toasting something interesting on the drift-wood fire. We’d love to hear your thoughts and ideas on the magazine as we head into our second year, so email us, tweet, post on Facebook or write a letter. Smoke signals might work too.
Noel Chidwick
Editor
June 2016
Well Enough Alone
Holly Schofield
Art: Andrea Alemanno
Lindsay gripped the armrest as the car sped through the busy streets, centimeters from the other vehicles. The wrap-around front windshield increased visibility but made for a disconcerting ride. She double-checked her smartcane was resting against her leg and closed her eyes, wishing she knew where she was going and why.
“It’s all right, Mother.” Marta said, putting down her cup of water with a clatter. She leant over from the driver’s seat. Lindsay kept her eyes firmly shut as Marta placed one hand around her shoulder and the other over the broken minder bracelet Lindsay wore on her wrist.
“That hurts! And keep at least one hand on the wheel.” The roads got more dangerous every year. Everyone knew that.
