Welcom to Zapf.Punkt number twelve, where the Metaverse is revealed as a Meta Farce. Zapf.punkt 12 (Winter Solstice)Download from Diamond Bay Press In this issue, we take a look at the launch of Lond
The eleventh issue of Zapf.Punkt looks into the late 1960s science fiction and music scene of Japan. Zapf.punkt 11 (Autumn Equinox)Download from Diamond Bay Press In this issue, we investigate the ra
Hot off the laptop, here’s the tenth issue of Zapf.Punkt for all you deca-philes out there. Download your free copy from Diamond Bay Press: Zapf.punkt 10 (Summer Solstice)Download from Diamond Bay Pr
You will find yourself inside of multiple points of view in Seb Doubinsky’s City-State novels. You’ll wake up in a strange place, wondering who you are and how you got there. And when you end up in
Join Diamond Bay Radio for a celebration of the Japanese science fiction author, Izumi Suzuki. In this episode, we interview Daniel Joseph, translator, about the first anthology of Suzuki’s science
Join us for the lucky eigth issue of Zapf.Punkt. Download your free copy from Diamond Bay Press: Zapf.punkt 8 (Winter Solstice)Download from Diamond Bay Press Face facts, the Republican Party is a fl
Join us for the seventh issue of Zapf.Punkt. Download your free copy from Diamond Bay Press: Zapf.punkt 7 (Autumn Equinox 2020)Download from Diamond Bay Press Are we talking about invisible conspirac
Join us for a podcast on Seb Doubinsky’s novel in the City-States cycle: The Invisible (August 2020, Meerkat Press). go to the PODCAST In Seb Doubinsky’s speculative fiction, the world is separated i
The Song of Synth by Seb Doubinsky is a science fiction novel about about a strange new drug that creates a fungible boundary between our perceptions of real and virtual worlds. The story fits loose
The opening of Jack Womack’s Going Going Gone, injects us into an unpredictable world that wobbles between an alternate hipster-scene of New York City in the 1960s and the seemingly hallucinatory ramblings of a drug-addled protagonist, Walter Bullitt. The story begins in a Washington, D.C. hotel room, where the first person jive talk kicks in: “Soon as I spiked I turned my eyes inside. Setting old snakehead on cruise control always pleases, no matter how quick the trip.” Sprinkled through almost every sentence are hokey metaphors. The phone doesn’t ring, “those jingle bells“ do. And on the other end of the line is a Federal agent of some kind, who is so square that he can’t understand a word of the hipster-narrator. But the narrator is more like one of the Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers than a secret agent, and he himself was so startled by the phone that he almost made for the john to “drown his bagged cat.” To flush his pot down the toilet, get it?