Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction from the African Diaspora

Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction from the African Diaspora

Sheree Renée Thomas

Language: English

Pages: 427

ISBN: 0446525839

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Dark Matter: A Century of Speculative Fiction from the African Diaspora

Sheree Renée Thomas

Language: English

Pages: 427

ISBN: 0446525839

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


This volume introduces black science fiction, fantasy, and speculative fiction writers to the generations of readers who have not had the chance to explore the scope and diversity among African-American writers.

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them to each other. One would read a note from the other and giggle. “If Boy Bishop doesn’t return soon, this maniacal and paranoid black is going to take over,” said another of Boy Bishop’s followers. “I plan to phone him tonight. If he doesn’t get back here soon, there’s going to be bloodshed,” said Brother James. Sister Barbara pouted and then gave Black Peter a fierce stare. She folded her arms. Her bald head glistened and she wore hooped, gold earrings. “How come we have to do what you

he’d gone to the front of the flat to help the shocked guests leave. His anguish was carried in the tears that ran down his face onto his blood-splattered shirt. He stopped abruptly when he saw Lydia smiling. Incredulous, he looked down at Benny, whose eyes were open and had regained their focus. A familiar vitality pulsed through Benny’s body as Gilda cradled him in her arms. She sensed they would be spending much time together in the coming months. “He’s all right, Morris,” Lydia said, as if

I think that the nature of the generalization (since we have an extraordinarily talented black woman sf writer, why don’t we generalize the interest to all black sf writers, male and female) has elements of both racism and sexism about it. One other thing allows me to question it in this manner. When, last year, there was an African-American Science Fiction Conference at Clark Atlanta University, where, with Steve Barnes and Tananarive Due, Butler and I met with each other, talked and exchanged

brother’s keeper, but when you grow up tight-tight like me and roo, you feel the need for connection, you get into patterns. sundays, we pretty much always saw each other at church, but if not, we’d hook up in the afternoon to chill. trevette was often with us, along with anyone else we were close to. his lovers either hated me or adored me—and they found out fast which option worked for anyone who wanted to be a part of his life for more than a night. we’d lost our mother before we were ten

reflexively. By the time I caught myself, I had swung around as though I meant to hit her. Hell, I did mean to hit her, but I stopped myself in time. “Sorry,” I said with no attempt at sincerity. She held out a card until I took it. “My private number,” she said. “Before seven or after nine, usually. You and I will communicate best by phone.” I resisted the impulse to throw the card away. God, she brought out the child in me. Inside the car, Alan said something to the guard. I couldn’t hear

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