Last night, my fella and I went to the grand re-opening of After Stonewall, our local GLBT bookstore, which has expanded to include handmade functional art (pottery, glassware, woodwork, textile, metalware) and handcrafted jewellery for both men and women - all from Ontario and Quebec artists. It was wonderful to see such a crowd, and see so many people revitalized about art and books and the local GLBT and arts community. It was a nice counterpoint to the seemingly endless pessimism about the art world.
It's good to see people with drive doing things they love.
"The Death Detective," by Resa Nelson
With one of the more quirky ideas among the many awesome paranormal crime stories found in Mortis Operandi is "The Death Detective." Resa Nelson introduces us to a whole organization devoted to determining whether or not someone is dead and just going through the motions of their life. Workers in jobs that leave them unfulfilled, for example, are often "dead." Some don't know it, some know it and try to hide from these detectives - because being dead means it's time to be moved on - forcefully, if necessary.
The story begins when the investigator realizes that a friend of his might be dead, and has his first real crisis of conscience. The story tips and twists, and I loved the idea behind the story as a whole: if there's no vitality in what you do, no joy in your day-to-day... well, how is that different from just existing? Or being dead?