I Reach Through Time and Touch the Other Side* will be out April 6th. It’s another novella, this one speculative fiction. It was quite an odd little story to write; I started it in Philadelphia International Airport after having a dream about finding a new floor on the Humanities Building. I was telling my mother about it, and she mentioned she’d had dreams of finding a hidden room on the third floor of my parents’ house. (I should note that, when she was a little girl, my mother actually did find a hidden room in their big, rambling house!) I’d just finished spending a lot of time on trains between Philadelphia and New York City and was full of those strange, wonderful, postwar towns in North Jersey that exist in a kind of odd limbo, not quite their own space, not quite 100% commuter towns.
It’s a story about not quite where I grew up, about a place that can’t quite exist. I hope you enjoy it.
*Michael Swanwick is waging a one-man protest against SF stories with one-word titles. It’s now a one-man, one-woman protest. Long, lyrical titles are what made classic SF what it was!
And from the proud daughter of a union city, and the sister of a union member, to the government of Wiscosin: