If she had been able to choose her own password, she would have chosen a word full of resonance, a word to enjoy using each day, feeling the shape of the word in her mouth, mulling over its texture and secret meanings, content in the knowledge that it was embedded in the computer, slowly hatching like a cancer...."
Like the above excerpt from "Planting Seeds" by Hilaire, the short stories in Technopagan describe a weird, fucked-up country. It's a land of Boogie cops, Increased Leisure Citizens, bad sex, and good drugs. It's where the landscape looks like TV and your first thought when you get pregnant is to ensure the kid gets a Gameboy.
Themed around the idea that people construct personal rituals to anchor themselves in a technological world, Technopagan collects new British writing some good, some atrocious, but all rough, raw, and relentlessly modern. With contributions from Jeff Noon (Pollen) and Echobelly's Sonya Madan, the book has an excellently eerie, lo-fi design, complementing the writing perfectly. Britain's answer to avant-pop?
Technopagan, edited by Elaine Palmer: US$14.95. Pulp Faction: +44 (171) 263 2090, email akpress@org.org, on the Web at www.tecc.co.uk/twin/pulpfact.
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