Black Static Issue 3

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Black Static’s Dark Place
(Number 3 Out Feb 2007).

Matthew Holness AKA Gareth Marenghi of the eponymous cult TV show has a story in Black Static 3, which has just gone to the printer and will be out, early, in February.

The Toad and I” by Matthew Holness. The author is a “A real life TV star, most famous for his Gareth Marenghi character (absolutely brilliant — hope you’ve seen it)” and he won the 2001 Perrier Comedy Award, the Edinburgh Fringe Festival’s top prize.

Also two debut stories, The Morning After, is Carole Johnstone’s first author credit anywhere. Carole is a Scot now living in Essex.

Seth Skorkowsky’s The Mist of Lichthafen is his first story sale but he’s since sold other stories and they saw the light of publication before there was space for him in BS 3.

16th in Interzone’s all time list of fiction contributors (13 stories) is Alexander Glass and here he is in BS 3 with The Pit. He’s back with a story about depression, and it’s good. Stylistically different from his earlier stories let’s hope it’s the first of many.

Ian Faulkner was first published in Crimewave and has another story coming up in CW 10. The Difference Between is Ian R. Faulkner’s first for any of TTA’s Horror, SF and fantasy genre publications.

The Sentinels by rising star Tony Richards.

Another rising star is Will McIntosh who closes the BS 3 fiction list with The Fantasy Jumper. Will is no stranger to Interzone, he appeared in IZ 200 with Soft Apocalypse and has featured twice more since that issue.

And, the editor says, all seven story titles begin with the definite article and that’s enough to make BS 3 a themed issue, according to him.

David Gentry is again responsible for the art.

NOTE Interzone and Crimewave are now available as downloads for all types of E reader devices from Fictionwise. Keep an eye out for Black Static on the same link.

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