Posts Tagged "issue 45"

Blood on Vellum: Notes from the Editor-in-Chief

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Nonfiction | 1 comment

Welcome to issue 45 of Apex Magazine. This month, we draw our inspiration from well-known surreal tales of ghosts and folly, blood and love, showing our hopes and fears beyond the worlds we know so well. All the world’s a stage, and this month’s writers are providing their own scripts. Ophelia seeks the truth of work onstage, for Merrie Haskell’s robot tale of love. Kat Howard stakes the wherefores as, in loss, her Juliet finds a sage new way to be. Patricia Wrede shows a mother’s grief: her ghostly son in madness taken; she, bereft. The Scottish Play on worlds apart becomes more tragic in Kate Elliot’s tale retold. And Sarah Monette demonstrates that all we...

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Welcome to the Reformation, Bitches

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Nonfiction | 12 comments

by Sarah Monette   At the end of the first act of Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark has a problem. Now, what you think that problem is depends on how you understand what has just happened. Let’s start with what we know. We know Hamlet, King of Denmark, is dead. We know that his brother Claudius has stepped into the king’s empty shoes in more ways than one: he’s taken the throne and he’s married the widowed queen. We know that the dead king’s son, Prince Hamlet, is not happy about any of this and is wandering around the court in extremely pointed black, irritating his uncle/stepfather no end. And we know that an apparition is stalking the...

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My Voice is in My Sword

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Short Fiction | 2 comments

by Kate Elliott   We knew we were in trouble when Macbeth insisted on seeing the witches first. You know the bit: Banquo and Macbeth enter and Banquo says, ” ‘What are these, so wither’d and so wild in their attire?’ ” That’s his moment, when he points out the three witches to Macbeth and Macbeth sees them for the first time, those three terrible hags who will hail Macbeth as king when of course he isn’t king yet and will only become king by murder most foul. Have you heard about actors who won’t let any of the other actors have moments on stage that are theirs alone? “Hey,” said Bax to Yu-Saan, who was...

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Mad Hamlet’s Mother

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Short Fiction | 1 comment

by Patricia C. Wrede   Her son was mad. She had been certain of it since the cursed night when he turned the players’ play against her husband, killed old Polonius in her chamber, bespoke his father’s ghost, and at last set off for England. The courtiers still whispered behind their hands in all directions, spreading dark rumors of Polonius’ purpose in her bedchamber, of Hamlet’s, of formal duel and backstabbing murder, plot and counterplot. Her husband Claudius muttered into his beard and watched for dispatches from England. His eyes shifted whenever people spoke of young Hamlet’s madness, though he made haste to agree in mournful...

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The Face of Heaven So Fine

by on Feb 5, 2013 in Short Fiction | 5 comments

by Kat Howard   There is an entire history in the stars. Light takes time to travel, to get from wherever the star is to wherever we can see it, here, on Earth. So when you think about it, when we see the stars, we are looking back in time. Everything those stars actually shone on has already happened. But just because a story already happened, that doesn’t mean it’s finished. **** Juliet was the bleeding heart of a story, made flesh and made gorgeous. She was all eyeliner and fishnets, the kind of girl who looked like she’d carve designs on her own skin, not because she was trying to hurt herself, but just for the beauty of it, you know? It wasn’t ever...

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