This month Schlock presents an entire issue dedicated to one of the most misunderstood concepts of political debate: Utopia. In this issue, led by guest editor Elise Billiard, we will proclaim that Utopia is not dead, that Utopia is not an escape to or from reality, but on the contrary a way to propose new possible realities.
Why is utopia nowhere? Utopia will always remain nowhere because it implies the unending critique of all structures which establish and serve exclusion and inequality. It is the continuous practice of democracy.
Utopias are often based on architectural models, or on rules about the division of labor and the ownership of land for instance. However, it seems to me that little is being written about the need for the powerful binding that keeps people responsible of each other, and that make them feel part of a same common society.
History is packed with examples of how imaginative representations have been used as mediators to investigate or communicate the possible world thought out of its limits.
Welcome back, dear readers! Some of you may be confused as to why our supposed ‘summer break’ lasts well into what is technically Autumn. But here…
Since Halloween allows us to both revisit and discover what’s what in the horror genre, we thought it apt to seek out Michael Wilson, head of This is Horror, for a chat about the website and podcast’s origins and mission.
As part of our series of Halloween-themed chats this month, we caught up with Mike Davis – editor of the dynamic and much-loved weird fiction hub Lovecraft eZine, as well as its more recent publication arm. Is Lovecraft, however, the be all and end all of the zine, and what kind of influence does he still exert on horror?
Taking a sideways glance at the Halloween spirit, Molly Tanzer’s The Pleasure Merchant and Joe Pulvers King in Yellow Tales: Volume 1 explore various interstices of the garish and horrific with stylistic verve.
Krista Bonello Rutter Giappone dips into the rich and vibrant milieu of Mexican horror cinema and discovers a teeming tradition of luchadores, ghost tales and brash folk sensibilities
I woke up screaming. Incoherent, inconsolable. Something hit me in the stomach, hard, and I bit my tongue. The bedside lamp came on.