Tangent Reviews: Nightmare

Nightmare #37 was a special issue with the theme “Queers Destroy Horror.” Featuring four stories, it was something of a mixed bag. Matthew Bright’s “Golden Hair, Red Lips” stole the show with a modern telling of the hedonism of Dorian Grey. “Dispatches From a Hole in the World” by Sunny Moraine ramped up the creepy factor and ended the issue on a truly unsettling note.

  • “Golden Hair, Red Lips” by Matthew Bright
  • “Hungry Daughters of Starving Mothers” by Alyssa Wong.
  • “The Lord of Corrosion” by Lee Thomas
  • “Dispatches From a Hole in the World” by Sunny Moraine.

My full review is available at Tangent Online.

Read the original stories at Nightmare.

Tangent Reviews: Apex Magazine

Last month I returned to review Apex Magazine, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite publications for short science fiction and fantasy. Issue #77 contains the following stories:

  • “When the Fall is All That’s Left” by Arkady Martine
  • “Super Duper Fly” by Maurice Broaddus
  • “All Things to All People” by D. K. Thompson
  • “Me and Jasper Down By the Meth Shack” by Aaron Saylor
While all the stories are strong in their own way, “Me and Jasper Down By the Meth Shack” was my favorite, simply because of the strength of the voice. It takes elements of storytelling that might have otherwise been trite on their own and made them novel and entertaining. As always, I recommend reading the original stories, which you can do by subscribing to Apex Magazine at the link above, and if you’re so inclined take a look at my full review at Tangent Online.

The Siege of Fushimi Castle and Kyoto’s Chitenjo Temples

Living on a planet that is roughly 4.5 billion years old and being the descendants of a species that has existed for around two hundred thousand of those years, it is an inevitability that every moment of our lives is spent treading over the spot where someone has died. It’s such an ubiquitous concept that we rarely give it any thought at all, especially those of us who live in wealthy, stable countries where our only encounters with the memorial of death are via the grave markers of family or friends.

But Japan is a little different. In addition to being a very old nation, by luck and happenstance much of its tangible cultural history has been preserved into the present day. Kyoto especially escaped the destruction of her historical monuments during the second World War and as a result, structures dating back to the twelfth century are still standing and available to be visited and entered by the general public. Of course, to keep these castles and temples from falling to the elements, private and publicly funded restoration efforts are an annual endeavor. Japan, however, has a knack for reclamation and re-purposing; even when a castle like Fushimi is brought to the ground time and again, parts of its original architecture live on in other buildings.  Oftentimes, this reclaimed wood paints the history of the country’s darker years. Warring years. Years of struggle, betrayal, conquest, and death. In Kyoto, four centuries-old temples bear the scars of this history in bloodstains plainly visible on the ceilings. They are the inheritors of the floorboards of the doomed Fushimi Castle, and in the rust-red prints of feet, hands and faces tell the tale of the samurai who died when the castle fell in 1600.

The story of Fushimi Castle, one of the final battles of Japan’s Warring States period, brings together the lives and ambitions of some of the most famous figures in Japanese history. Extra Credits has put together a fantastic six part series on the notable figures, their campaigns and their losses which you should absolutely watch when you’ve got the time.

Even though Fushimi Castle eventually fell and has never been successfully usefully reconstructed, parts of it remain in the temples of Yogen-in, Shoden-ji, Hosen-in and Genko-an, among others. These temples are the holders of chitenjo–blood ceilings. After Fushimi Castle’s fall, Tokugawa Ieyasu ordered any usable building materials to be salvaged from the ruins and stored for re-purposing in temples across Kyoto. This way the spirits of those who died in violence could be prayed for and put at rest in some of the most tranquil, scenic spots in all of the city.

Here, while drinking tea in the presence of a seven hundred year-old pine tree, or considering the nature of enlightenment and ignorance via the metaphor of shape, one is chillingly reminded by a simple look up that people have died on those boards.

My full article on each of these four temples can be found on Taiken Japan. The temples predate Fushimi Castle and have some stunning features in their own rights. Go take a look if you’re curious, or see the picture galleries below for examples of these beautiful hidden gems of the old capital.




Tangent Reviews: Apex Magazine

Issue #76 of Apex Magazine features four pieces of original fiction:

  • “Child, Funeral, Thief, Death” by Tade Thompson
  • “Find Me” by Isabel Yap
  • “Frozen Planet” by Marian Womack
  • “Mountain” by Liu Cixin (translated by Holgar Nahm)

I was most taken by Isabel Yap’s “Find Me,” a story about a girl dealing with her grief via a peculiar, not quite real, not quite imaginary friend. The emotion is thick in the story, giving even its fantastic elements a weight of truth that makes the whole thing easily relatable to the reader.

You can find this issue of Apex here. My review for the above short stories can be found on Tangent.

Tangent Reviews: Uncanny Magazine

The September/October issue of Uncanny Magazine has four very well constructed stories, though the two that stuck out to me are Keffy R. M. Kehrli’s “And Never Mind the Watching Ones,” and Liz Argall and Kenneth Schneyer’s “The Sisters’ Line.” In particular, “And Never Mind the Watching Ones” struck a cord with me, possibly because of novels from my youth that continue to give me warm, fuzzy feelings when I think of them. The remaining original fiction in the issue is “Find a Way Home” by Paul Cornell and “The Oiran’s Song” by Isabel Yap. They’re all definitely worth the price of the issue, which you can purchase here.

My review on Tangent can be found here.

Eating Busan

This past week, Alex and I took a short trip to Busan. You might remember our Seoul trip from last year, and all the fun we had then. We were naturally excited to see a different part of Korea this year and while there was a disappointing lack of honey toast in Busan, we nonetheless had another incredible experience.

The Busan trip was a bit short notice. We’ve been saving all our money to ship things back to Canada (and to splurge on all the Sailor Moon goodies we can while we’re here) so when it was decided that we should take one last Asia trip while we were still in the area, we did so with not a lot of money and absolutely zero planning. Money was so tight, in fact, that we were almost resolved that this should just be a writing retreat wherein we did nothing but stay in our hotel and maybe window shop if our legs needed a stretch. Fortunately we managed to find enough cash hidden between the couch cushions to avoid this depressing fate and I’m happy to report that we were able to enjoy Busan, even on a tight budget.

When I say we did zero planning, that’s a bit of a lie. We tried to plan. We got the flights and the hotel all worked out, of course, but when it came down to deciding what the hell we were going to do when we got there, we discovered that all the recommended sights (parks, temples, museums, etc) there are in Busan are all literally an hour drive out of the city. Having only one full day to stay there, it put a bit of a damper on our plans to have to choose only one thing to see, if we wanted to see anything. In the end we decided to keep to the local area around our hotel, and sadly abandoned thoughts of going to the modern history museum, the beautiful ocean side temple, or the passport petting zoo (they have a fennic fox and a bearded dragon!)

The first thing that we noticed after getting off the plane is how incredibly friendly the people of Busan are. This isn’t to say that the people of Seoul or Kyoto aren’t friendly, but comparatively, the people we met in Busan went out of their way to help us. Since we didn’t really plan anything beforehand, we didn’t have any conveyance to our hotel after we got off the plane. Alex’s plan was just to take the subway. We found a nifty sightseeing subway map at the airport, but it unfortunately didn’t give much information by way of stops, and the characters on Alex’s subway map didn’t match up with the characters on the metro map. While we stood there, trying to understand the various rainbow of lines and understanding precisely zero Korean, we were approached by a man who asked us where we were trying to go. He obviously had places to get to himself, but he took ten minutes to explain the map to us, help us find our transfer points and then led us to the correct platform. He then transferred twice with us, helped us buy the tickets for the various lines before finally transferring to a different line himself.

Admittedly, I was getting a bit nervous at around the second transfer. Being a woman, there’s always the fear in the back of the brain that a guy being nice is expecting a reward, and in a foreign country where we don’t speak the language or know the customs so well, misunderstandings can be especially problematic (it has happened a few times in Japan already). I hate that I have to give these thoughts consideration because I do want to take people’s kindness at face value. Fortunately in this case it was kindness for kindness’s sake, and to be fair, he also took pains to avoid looking like a creeper. He left the train ahead of us and lingered near the ticket booths for us to arrive, and never looked like he was trying to follow us. In short, he was in every sense a gentleman, and we were very grateful for his help.

The hotel was a short walk from the train station, which was nice because it was raining and we were tired, and just wanted to relax for a little while. Those who remember my rants about the Ibis Hotel will be disappointed to learn that, aside from some suspicious stains on the carpet, Aventree was a delightful hotel with friendly, helpful staff and beautiful, comfortable rooms. The room was spacious with a working, modern touch screen panel controlling the air conditioning and the lights. There was plenty of snazzy counter space with a big desk and a nice lamp to work with. The bathroom was large, clean and came equipped with multiple soaps, shampoos and conditioners, a high pressure shower and motion sensor lighting. The beds (ah, the beds!) were very comfortable, with two feather pillows and a down feather comforter that I seriously considered stuffing into my suitcase before we left. But best of all, our room had an (inaccessible) closed balcony which filtered out the noise of the busy street below. In short, we were very well situated in Busan, as compared to Seoul.

Furthermore, the staff at Aventree were very kind. As soon as we unpacked our things we noticed that we had forgotten to bring our outlet adapter (see, no planning above). We went to the lobby to ask if they knew of an electronic store nearby where we could buy one and the hostess just gave us one to borrow, on the condition that we return it when we checked out. So that saved us some money, and we were only too thankful to take it. On our way out to explore the city, however, we noticed a sign on the interior of the elevator advertising the extra amenities of the hotel. Adapters, it read, were available for a $10 deposit. I don’t know if the hostess forgot to ask for the deposit, or simply decided we looked honest enough to be trusted, but we were pretty happy to be given the adapter deposit-free.

As we arrived in Busan in the late afternoon there wasn’t much that we could do that day except walk around and eat. Having not eaten breakfast or lunch that day, food became our first (and only) concern. Fortunately, the area that we stayed in is nothing but cafes, restaurants, beauty stores, iphone shops and street food. The problem wasn’t finding food, it was deciding what kind of food we wanted, or, in Korea, what kind of meat we wanted. And this is important because in Japan, meat is rare and expensive, and you always feel some bit of buyers remorse when you eat it, but in Korea it’s a dietary staple. I have yet to eat a meal in Korea that didn’t feature meat as its main course.

We settled on a chicken place that looked good, and were greeted by a server who seemed both unsettled and amused to speak English with us, but we got some jokes out between the three of us while he explained the menu. We ordered a basket of five-ways potatoes and some sweet and spicy garlic chicken and a cheese fondue on the side.

There aren’t any proper adjectives in the English language to describe how good that meal was. The potatoes were delicious, first off, but it’s hard to go wrong with fried potatoes. The chicken was absolutely to die for, and we were glad that we only ordered one dish, because it was huge. Even two starving foreign women couldn’t finish it off together. The fondue was out of this world. It was a whole new cheese experience for me, and even after we couldn’t fit anymore chicken or potatoes into our pie holes I considered eating the fondue just as it was, instead of leaving it behind. That’s how freaking good this place was!

Eventually we rolled ourselves out of the restaurant and did a bit of window shopping. We didn’t buy much, having not a lot of money, but just exploring the streets of a new place was enough fun for us. We wandered back to our hotel at around eight and settled in for a relaxing night in our comfortable room.

The next day we found ourselves a cafe that served real bagels and cream cheese and a delicious mocha frappe and planned our day. There was so much we wanted to see, and so little time to see it, but since the bookstore alley was in our neighbourhood, it was the first thing on our list. After wandering a while through art alley, we came to this tiny wedge between streets that is a used bookstore lover’s paradise. The shops are tightly packed together, with floor to ceiling books. Even in the rain the books were out on display. Naturally, most of them were in Korean, but we found one store that had a pretty large selection of English books, and it was really, really hard not to spend all of our money there, especially since it was packed with art and history books, which are special favorites of ours.

After that, we went wandering around and found a covered food market which was an absolute treat to our foreign eyes. All sorts of foods were there, from vats of kimchi to halved hogs to live turtles. Most of it smelled absolutely amazing, and we regretted instantly that were were only going to be there for one more day. We spent a long time wandering in and out of the stalls. Alex was especially excited (and disappointed) to find a flower shaping cotton candy stall, but despite visiting it three times at various times of day, and having all its lights on, we never actually found the vendor.

We did find the trick-eye museum though, which was a lot of fun, despite a lot of the exhibits requiring some pretty amazing feats of acrobatics to pull off good pictures. Since it’s a permanent installation, there were a lot fewer people there than at the exhibit at the Aeon mall in Kyoto.

Night found us once again on the search for delicious food. We wandered through pig’s feet alley, which admittedly smelled amazing, but the pig’s feet themselves were too large of a commitment for us to want to attempt trying. We settled on a nice looking barbecue restaurant that had a bunch of happy, laughing young people in it. We managed to snag the last table available. The hostess brought us the small menu and we ordered pork belly, something called Boston butt, and marinated beef ribs, along with some pickled side dishes and romaine lettuce and kimchi. It was supposed to be cook it yourself, but the hostess was nice enough to help us out when we started struggling. Again, the taste was beyond description. Just amazing, all around. It was a bit expensive, but very satisfying. As we left, the hostess gave us a package of exfoliating face wipes as a gift, which was very nice of her.

Even though we packed ourselves full of pork and beef and butt, we weren’t satisfied, and so we stopped for a sweet cinnamon pancake, the likes of which we tried for the first time at the Korean festival in Kyoto last year. From there we popped on over like a pair of bar hopping drunks to a bubble tea cafe, where we brought our stomachs to the bursting point. I should note that here was when we noticed that this song had been stalking us for the entire trip:

Listen to it, seriously. You won’t be disappointed

The next day we had our breakfast at the hotel, but by that time my poor stomach had been so abused by the amount of food I’d shoveled in it that it really wanted no part in breakfast, or in the cafe we went back to for extra caffeine. In fact, it was mostly interested in walking the calories off, so we went up the outdoor escalator to Busan Tower and the park surrounding it. It’s actually a nice little retreat from the main part of the city. We bought passes to go up to the observation deck, and to the model ship museum below it. There turned out to be lots to do at the tower, but we didn’t have time to see it all. It was off to the shuttle bus, and then to the airport.

We stayed only a few short days in Busan, and didn’t move out of the ten block radius of our hotel, but we still did a ton of stuff, and consider it one of our most memorable trips outside of Japan.

Momiji Viewing In Japan

This week my article on Eiden Rail’s Momiji Tunnel went live. It’s a short piece, part of their autumn series on the best places in Japan to see the autumn foliage, specifically the tiny Japanese maple leaf that turns such a brilliant shade of red in the autumn that several fire festivals are held throughout Japan every year in its honor. The momiji is to autumn what the sakura is to spring, and with the weather cooling down and the crisp scent of burning leaves and scrumptious baked sweet potato in the air, autumn might just be the best time of year to visit Japan.

Check out my article here, as well as the rest of Taiken Japan’s autumn 2015 series if you’re planning a trip over relatively soon. Here’s just a taste of the colors Japan has to offer in October and November.

Liquor Mountain: We Also Sell Liquor


Liquor Mountain is a chain liquor store throughout Japan that sells… well pretty much everything you can think of to put in your mouth. Except that. I can read your thoughts internet pervert. Put them away, we’re here to talk about food. Of course Liquor Mountain sells booze (mountains of it, to be exact) but behind the racks of wine and whiskey and innumerable varieties of flavored liqueurs, Liquor Mountain also offers the hungry shopper an entire grocery store worth of domestic and foreign foodstuffs. This discovery is especially tragic as Alex and I are cutting back on our twenty-something snacking habits, and we’re leaving Japan for good relatively soon. The knowledge that this wealth of interesting, international food has been literally a 10 minute walk from our house all this time is heartbreaking.

What kinds of food does Liquor Mountain sell, exactly? I’m glad you asked because I ran around a local Liquor Mountain, dodging store employees so I could bring you pictures of the offspring of a liquor store and an import grocery store.

If you’re like me and you like touring shops clockwise, then the first thing Liquor Mountain has to offer is an impressive full wall of whiskey, both import and domestic. Seriously, I had no idea this many varieties even existed. It’s like walking into a whiskey history museum. It’s incredible, and I don’t even like whiskey that much.

Their wine and champagne selection is just as impressive, taking up over four full aisles and another wall. Wine has been growing on me recently, though I still sneak some orange juice into a glass of white when no one’s looking.

The first sign you get that Liquor Mountain is more than it seems is when you pass their deli section. The brain tries to rationalize seeing smoked franks, bacon and cream cheese between the wine and craft beer sections; what if someone is putting on a wine and cheese party? And drunks are second only to pot heads when it comes to late night snacking. It’s not all that strange, really, that a liquor store might want to stock up on some party essentials and boost their revenue a little bit.

But then you turn around and run into a wall of imported curry mixes and pickles. “What in the world sort of party is this?” you ask yourself, as this wine and cheese (or whiskey and sausage) event seems to be turning in the direction of early-morning gastrointestinal distress rather quickly.

So you turn the corner and take comfort in the bottled beer section, and that familiar malty smell, only to be immediately confronted with Italy’s entire history of pasta on one side, and coffee, tea and breakfast cereals on the other around the next bend. You turn around and test the air behind you for some sign of the wormhole that must connect this liquor store to the grocery across town but no, there’s no dimensional disruption. You’re in the same liquor store. “Ok,” you reason. “Ok, people need coffee and tea to combat a hangover. That’s not so bad. And… and pasta helps cure diarrhea, that’ll be useful after all that whiskey and curry.” But the breakfast cereal throws you for a loop, so you quickly rush to the next aisle.


Condiments! An entire aisle of condiments greets you, followed by three aisles of snack food and juice. All you wanted was a case of beer and now your cart is loaded up with an entire week’s worth of groceries! And the store seems to go on forever, with no end in sight. You might have to bust open a jar of coconut oil, just for the calories to make it through to the end!

Soon Liquor Mountain returns you to the realm of your expectations, and gives you a spirits aisle. On one side Japanese and on the other, imported. I was happy to find Havana Club here, which is far and away my favorite rum out of an admittedly tasty selection. There is also quite the assortment of ume-shuu, which I also have a bit of an attachment for. The amount of flavored liqueurs and novelty alcohols is astounding. One almost wishes one was an alcoholic for the ability to taste and mix with all of them, because no healthy amount of alcohol consumption over a lifetime would ever allow anyone to try that many samples.

From here, Liquor Mountain tapers back off into a regular liquor store, save for packs of dried fish decorating the ends of every aisle. In case you’re wondering, that’s a pack of squid and cheese jerky up there. Yup.

IMG_3033There’s a large selection of soda water for spicing up all those mixed drinks;


All the fixings you need for making your own fruit liquor at home;


A variety of Nihon-shuu (Japanese clear grain liquor);


What the hell, give me an entire four liters;

More beer and canned cocktails;


And on your way out, why not pick up some marshmallows?

Spending half an hour in Liquor Mountain makes me wonder why anyone does their grocery shopping anywhere else. There’s enough alcohol and snack food in there to keep me comfortable throughout a zombie apocalypse, that’s for sure.


The results of a single liquor store run.


Because today is my birthday, and because my wonderful friend Amber likes to send me giant bottles of liquor for every year I take another step closer to the grave, tonight I will be indulging in great quantities of alcohol which I may or may not post pictures of here. Stay tuned.

Tangent Reviews: SQ Mag

This is the last one, I swear. I would have bundled them all together, but I like to separate them by publication when I can. This was my first time reading SQ and it was decent. None of the stories reached out and grabbed me by my soul, but I don’t remember detesting any of them either. I reviewed, “The Florist” by M. B. Vujačić, “Stairwell” by Ron Riekki, “Home Delivery” by Michelle Jager, “Inner Dragon” by James Aquilone, and “Bot Malfunction” by Iulian Ionescu. My review of all five of these stories can be found here.

Tangent Reviews: Strange Horizons

I’m even more behind on posting my Strange Horizons reviews. Poor blog, you have been so neglected, haven’t you? But deadlines, paid work and my personal writing come before blogging time and I’ve been burning the keyboard with other things recently. And now for catch up number two. (My reviews behind the date link, original stories behind the title link.)

Karen Myres’ “The Visitor” was my favorite of these by far. I don’t want to spoil it because I love the story so much but if you don’t read any of the other stories on this list, you should read this one. “Beyond Sapphire Glass” was also nice. The narrative style is odd, but it grows on you as you read it. “20/20” was fairly good too, though I swear I’ve read a story just like it not long ago.