Friday, October 03, 2008

The Quiet War, Chapter 5

Two days later Macy rode a tram to the free zone at the northern edge of Rainbow Bridge. She’d visited the city twice before, but each time it had been to attend official functions -- a kind of reception where she and the rest of the crew had been exhibited like exotic animals, and a theatre piece involving musicians, dancers, tableaux and projections in what had been billed as an interpretation of universal creation myths. Macy had recognised a couple of fragments from Genesis, but the symbolism of most of the performance had been impenetrable, the music had sounded like a train-wreck, and she’d had a hard time staying awake. So despite her forebodings about the enterprise, she felt an exhilarating mix of anticipation and liberation as she rode through the city on her own.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Thank you, Paul, of course I would buy a book.

October 04, 2008 10:48 am  
Blogger Paul McAuley said...

Glad to hear it, Sergey! In any case, I like to give stuff away now and then, it gives me a warm glow of cheap and easy virtue.

October 05, 2008 12:14 pm  

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