So when I learned that Daniel had a new story out, I went over to read Dust, and afterwards tweeted
Also the more I think about my reactions to @djolder 's Dust, the more I realize what a smart story it is.Here's a bit of an expansion on that. Not a review, more like a the encounter between Daniel's stories & my expectations:
— Jonah Sutton-Morse (@jsuttonmorse) October 7, 2014
I've been diving more into short fiction (inspired in large part by my enjoyment of Long Hidden) and am slowly realizing that I'm really searching for some "hard" sci-fi a la the Mesklin stories of Hal Clement. (or something, because Married by Helena Bell, in Clarkesworlde's Upgraded absolutely clicked for me, despite not being that. I have no idea what I want to read, but I need to practice letting the author guide me). Dust is set on a mining operation on an asteroid covered in red dust and hurtling towards earth, but it's not a hard sci-fi story. The opening paragraphs set the tone strongly:
Very late at night, when the buzz of drill dozers has died out, I can hear her breathing. I know that sounds crazy. I don’t care.
Tonight, I have to concentrate extra hard because there’s a man lying beside me; he’s snoring with the contented abandon of the well-fucked and all that panting has heavied up the air in my quarters. Still, I can hear her, hear her like she’s right behind my ear or curled up inside my heart. She’s not of course. If anything, I’m curled up in hers.