All the Painted Stars
Our final piece of audio fiction for January is "All the Painted Stars" written by Gwendolyn Clare and read by Kate Baker.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Gwendolyn Clare resides in North Carolina, where she tends a vegetable garden and a flock of backyard ducks and wonders why she ever lived in the frozen northlands. She has a PhD in mycology, which is useful for identifying wild mushrooms but not for much else. Her short fiction has appeared or is forthcoming in Analog, Asimov's, and Beneath Ceaseless Skies, among others.
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rena wrote on January 23rd, 2012 at 7:56 am:
Delightful, evocative story with superb blend of science and emotion.
Martin wrote on January 24th, 2012 at 3:43 pm:
Wow what a great story I've listened to it twice now and see me going back to it again in the future. This is the first Podcast I've downloaded from Clarkesworld but it won't be the last. Kate, you did a great job on the narration and I did not notice the "S" problem at all not even the second time round. I'm now going to download Gwendolyn's March 2011 story.
Chris Bieniek wrote on February 11th, 2012 at 4:31 pm:
wow wow and wow again. i am humbled by the skill of plot, character, and reader engagement. the smooth integration of science and alien characters as well as physiology is superb. as an unpublished author, this story gives me something to aspire to. thank you and thank you again.
el barto wrote on May 12th, 2012 at 9:33 am:
Woah, that was a fantastic story. I recently discovered Clarkesworld and the podcast when I heard Kate guest hosting elsewhere, and fell in love with her voice and style. I'm excited to find such a great high quality source of high quality science fiction and am looking forward to listening to all the back episodes. Looks like I can subscribe on my Kindle, too. Bam!
Randy K wrote on August 9th, 2012 at 10:24 am:
Dear, beautiful, Kate,
I so enjoy your most generous gifts of narration. Too often, sleep evades me. And your voice comforts me in the silent dark.
Thank you for sharing with me/us your discomfort/pain relating your perceived vocal imperfection, the sibilant S you hear in your speech. It is good to share one's hurt.
Your words evoked a strong resonance in me. After many years of training, and some success, as an actor, my native southern dialect sometimes makes me cringe when I hear it, thinking I sound so backward. And, when I play the harmonica, I too often obsess on the absolute perfection of each note and chord, and thereby silence the music inside me.
Thank goodness I do not have a sibilant S. Though I am sure that if I listened for it carefully I would eventually discern its presence. And doubtless, I could retain a specialist to confirm my diagnosis, and prescribe a course of treatment.
I have never heard any defects in your speech. I hear love, genosity, vital imagination, compassion, youth and (forgive my presumption) innocence.
I hope your voice never changes.
Love,
Randy