My long day of stuff has resulted in a lot of pain, even with lots of pain meds and a relaxant last night. So I went out and drove a bit because the driver's seat in the van is a nice position in heat to help. I'm going to not-do things today and spend a lot of time in the recliner with heat and massage.
This movie won 14 awards, including an Oscar. A documentary filmmaker goes to Calcutta to make a movie about their Red Light district. Instead, she meets the children of the prostitutes and makes a movie about them. She gives them cameras and teaches them to take/edit/etc. photos and we learn about their lives through her video and their pictures. It's a very moving film.
Sheila's editorial is about how SFF books have ups and downs the same way the economy does. Silverberg adores his foreign editions and will tell us more next month. Paul Di Filippo reviews books from small and alternate presses.
I really liked two stories in this issue:
1. "Camp Nowhere" by Kit Reed -- this chilling story is about a boy who believes the wrong person. I'd like to see it get a Hugo.
2. "Shoes-To-Run" by Sara Genge -- changes in race, place, and time don't wipe out basic needs or followings.
R. Garcia y Robertson's "SinBad" is a Martian story littered with references to many other stories, but that wasn't enough for the plot.
I actually read all of the novella clipped from Stephen Baxter's Earth II (same name) and won't be reading any of the books related. This is future history dropped into something like Elizabethan times. Ick.
