by Paula Guran
“A Woman’s Best Friend” by Robert Reed © 2008 by Robert Reed. First publication: Clarkesworld Magazine, Issue 27, December, 2008.
“The Christmas Witch” by M. Rickert © 2006 by Spilogale Inc. First publication: The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, December 2006.
“Loop” by Kristine Kathryn Rusch © 2004 by Kristine Kathryn Rusch. First publication: Aboriginal Science Fiction, Winter 1997.
“A Christmas Story” by Sarban © 1951 by John William Wall. First publication: Ringstones and Other Curious Tales (Peter Davies, 1951).
“If Dragon’s Mass Eve Be Cold and Clear” by Ken Scholes © 2011 by Ken Scholes. First publication: Tor.com, December 13, 2011.
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“Newsletter” by Connie Willis © 1997 by Connie Willis. First Publication: Asimov’s Science Fiction, December 1997.
“Julian: A Christmas Story” by Robert Charles Wilson © 2007 by Robert Charles Wilson. First publication: Julian: A Christmas Story (PS Publishing, 2006).
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Footnotes
[1] Whom I would meet when he was sixty years old, and I was a newcomer to the book trade—but that’s another story.
[2] Our local representative of the Council of the Dominion; in effect, the Mayor of the town.
[3] I beg the reader’s patience if I detail matters that seem well-known. I indulge the possibility of a foreign audience, or a posterity to whom our present arrangements are not self-evident.
[4] Julian’s somewhat feminine nature had won him a reputation among the other young aristos as a sodomite. That they could believe this of him without evidence is testimony to the tenor of their thoughts, as a class. But it had occasionally redounded to my benefit. On more than one occasion, his female acquaintances—sophisticated girls of my own age, or older—made the assumption that I was Julian’s intimate companion, in a physical sense. Whereupon they undertook to cure me of my deviant habits, in the most direct fashion. I was happy to cooperate with these “cures,” and they were successful, every time.
[5] The illusion was quite striking when the players were professional, but their lapses could be equally astonishing. Julian once recounted to me a New York movie production of Wm. Shakespeare’s Hamlet, in which a player had come to the theater inebriated, causing the unhappy Denmark to seem to exclaim “Sea of troubles—(an unprintable oath)—I have troubles of my own,” with more obscenities, and much inappropriate bell-ringing and vulgar whistling, until an understudy could be hurried out to replace him.
[6] Not a talent that was born fully-formed, I should add. Only two years previously I had presented to Sam Godwin my first finished story, which I had called “A Western Boy: His Adventures in Enemy Europe.” Sam had praised its style and ambition, but called attention to a number of flaws: elephants, for instance, were not native to Brussels, and were generally too massive to be wrestled to the ground by American lads; a journey from London to Rome could not be accomplished in a matter of hours, even on “a very fast horse”—and Sam might have continued in this vein, had I not fled the room in a condition of acute auctorial embarrassment.
[7] “Grasp it where its neck ought to be, behind the head; ignore the tail, however it may thrash; and crack its skull, hard and often enough to subdue it.” I had recounted these instructions to Julian, whose horror of serpents far exceeded my own: “Oh, I could never do such a thing!” he had exclaimed. This surfeit of timidity may surprise readers who have followed his later career.
[8] Or “culs-de-sac”? My French is rudimentary.
[9] Though Old Miami or Orlando might begin to fit the bill.
[10] Julian’s sense of timing was exquisite, perhaps as a result of his theatrical inclinations.
[11] Once confined to the southeast, corn snakes have spread north with the warming climate. I have read that certain of the secular ancients used to keep them as pets—yet another instance of our ancestors’ willful perversity.
