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The ten thousand things and the one true only.

by Kip Manley

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The elevator pitch.

It’s Joanna Russ meets Ellen Kushner for a Babe the Blue Ox show at Satyricon.

No? Well, Chris said it was like Bruno the Vampire Slayer.

The Wire for the Oaks?

Okay: Violence; violence, and power, in the context of yet somebody else walking up to the groaning boards of fantasy’s eternal wedding feast, still laden with the cold meats from Tolkien’s funeral, and cheekily joining everyone who’s trying to send the whole thing smashing to the ground just to hear the noise all that crockery will make. —But! Also: genderfuck, hearts broken cleanly and otherwise, the City of Portland, Spenser, those moments in pop songs when the bass and all of the drums except maybe a handclap suddenly drop out of the bridge leaving you hanging from a slender aching thread of melody waiting almost dreading the moment when the beat comes back, and the occasional bit of swordplay.

Start here. —I never did like elevators.

Art is a gift.