Growing up in a stolid middle-class family with a sizable
and hence expensive brood of children that pushed our life-style into the ranks
of the lower middle-class, our entertainment was chiefly picked up from the
free library and the low-rent flea markets that dotted the Midwest countryside
of the 1980s. The library was a great
source of fantasy and sci-fi from the 1950s through the 1970s, but devouring
those only came after the love of the genre had been instilled through exposure
to the second-hand comics and short fiction magazines heaped up on the ten cent
tables. The bright and action packed
covers and lurid titles of the stories may have been designed to appeal to kids
of a previous generation, but they worked just as well on this child of the
1980s.
Like so many members of my generation, my love of the short
fiction magazine faded over the years.
That loss of interest was chalked up to putting away childish things and
the rise of digital entertainment against which no mere magazine could possibly
hope to compete. Both of those
rationalizations made little sense when Project Gutenberg made authors like
Burroughs and Howard available for a nostalgic re-read, and demonstrated that the
old stories still held up. Re-reading Tolkien
every few years helped prove that the newer works generally didn’t live up to
the high reputation of their predecessors.
An occasional foray into the magazine stacks at the big box bookstores only provided more evidence that the time of quality short fiction had passed for good.
The Cirsova
announcement went unremarked on this blog.
Short fiction magazines were dead, why risk yet another
disappointment. The editor did claim
that Cirsova was an attempt to
recapture the spirit of adventure and exploration of the outside world. That should have counted for something, but countless
scoundrels have hidden their mediocrity behind the popular names of the past.
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Despite wanting to believe, I just couldn't bring myself to order a copy. When P. Alexander offered up free review
copies, my last remaining objection fell apart, and I quickly volunteered. Within minutes, I realized that my skepticism
had almost cost me the prize I had been seeking. While not exactly the Holy Grail of classic
sci-fi/fantasy, this magazine manages the impressive feat of perfectly
recapturing the feel and spirit of those old flea-market treasures. The opening story features a sword wielding
barbarian cutting his way through the wilds, tangling with evil wizards, and
rescuing princesses (of a sort). The
writing doesn’t meet the level of a Howard, but that’s a high enough bar as to
be an unfair standard.
The rest of the stories in the magazine consist of an
eclectic blend of adventure yarns that run the gamut from a solar system spanning planetary romance
complete with evil queens and betrayals, to an alt-history tale where a lad
must save London from a fleet commanded by the wizard priests of the victorious
Spanish Armada, to a small set piece featuring a young Asian slave girl
attempting to assassinate a demon-slash-prince.
If that seems like a crazy amount of stuff to pack into a single
sentence, rest assured that it’s a crazy amount of stuff to pack into a single
magazine. Cirsova does just that, however; and does it with aplomb.
As can be expected, the level of writing quality varies among
the stories, but even the worst prose is readable and doesn’t distract from the
story itself. In fact, each of the
authors writes with such a strong voice that no two stories feel like any other. Some are light, some heavy, and one is even a
long form epic poem that does what this curmudgeon expects of poetry – it rhymes. If that marks this reviewer as an unlettered
barbarian, so be it. The epic poem has
wonderful rhythm and pacing, leaving this reviewer to speculate that if modern
poetry was all this good, it wouldn’t be such a joke among the hoi polloi.
The magazine is not perfect.
The planetary romance story runs longer than it should. Unlike the rest of the stories that leave the
reader wanting more, this one wears out its welcome before wrapping up.
That’s it. That is Cirsova’s sole downside. A hack would claim the magazine being too
short as a second complaint, but that sort of modern-day drollery is no more
fitting in a review than it would be in this magazine. It looks like future editions of Cirsova will indeed be longer, for which
we can all be grateful
In short, Cirsova
is just like the old stuff, but new. I
can think of no higher praise.
If you agree, you can get your copy - digital or real-world - from Amazon. You can also back the Kickstarter for the second issue. I hope you will do so, because I've already backed it, and the more people that back it, the more likely we are to get more Cirsovan goodness. The world needs more Cirsovan goodness.
