Like most children, I loved fairy tales. Unlike most children, I never outgrew this love.
To this day I am a sucker for magical realism.
For example, I am one of the two or three people in the world who own the movie Northfork, a small indie movie set in Montana in 1955 about a dying orphan who believes his parents were angels who once “glided the plains of Northfork.”
Roger Ebert liked Northfork. It reminded him of Wings of Desire, another movie I like.
I own a staggering tome called The Fairy-Faith in Celtic Countries. Its author, W. Y. Evans-Wentz, tramped around England, Wales, Brittany, Ireland, and Scotland from 1907 to 1909, collecting folk tales about fairies.
I don’t live in Celtic country and the age of faerie is lost to us. So I apply my incorrigible imagination to the age I do live in: of machines and cyberspace.
We can’t live in cyberspace, but a lot of us want to, and it is the country in which I and millions of others spend a good part of our days. We pass in and out of this weird and wonderful space like ghosts.
If you are baffled, fascinated, and occasionally struck dumb by the internet age, come along with me.
Here’s a gift from me to you: a little ebook called New Sun Rising: Two Stories.