"Here I am, a silver-haired maiden lady of thirty-five, a feeder of stray cats, a window-ledge gardener, well on my way to the African violet and antimacassar stage. . . ."
she has also learned strange psychic arts from Hindu mystics, which give her ... a naturally pleasant body odor
I wonder if anyone who has not traveled in India can match the sound that came out of my mouth at this line. This read was worth it for that line alone.
Her writing style is quite fun, if a bit try-hard. Definitely something to be enjoyed when you're in a good mood.
At least you didn’t laugh at the other ones I guess
Is this article layout busted for anyone else on mobile? The words are all cut off on the right side of the screen in portrait and landscape in safari and firefox, I had to resort to reader mode to actually make it readable.
> Set in a near-future dystopian Detroit, Arnason’s story imagines a writer working at home on a novel about a space-age heroine battling a “warlord’s minions” and trying to rescue her would-be lover. Meanwhile, through the newspaper, the radio, and the window the terrible reality of life keeps intruding on the writer’s thoughts.
Seems like an interest storytelling device though - on the todo list it goes!
Broken pagination for me too