Born in 1981, Zhang Ran graduated from Beijing Jiaotong University in 2004 with a degree in Computer Science. After a stint in the IT industry, Mr. Zhang became a reporter and news analyst with Economic Daily and China Economic Net, during which time his news commentary won a China News Award. His stories have won numerous Gold and Silver Chinese Nebula Awards, and three Galaxy Awards for Best Novelette. He runs a coffee shop in southern China and writes in his spare time. The Windy City, his short story collection, was published in 2015.

Zhang Ran has the following works available at Clarkesworld:

Master Zhao: The Tale of an Ordinary Time Traveler

FICTION by Zhang Ran, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 147 – December 2018

1 Master Zhao was punctual today, heading my way across the withered, yellow lawn. I checked the time on my phone: 2:30 PM on the dot. He swerved to avoid an ad-covered utility pole, raised a hand in greeting, and placed my boxed lunch on the bench beside me. “Master Zhang,” he said, “eat it […]

An Age of Ice

FICTION by Zhang Ran, translated by Andy Dudak in Issue 130 – July 2017

1 Feng Su had always been an open-minded person. Regarding age, for instance: she felt it was just a number for medical records. It didn’t signify who you must look up to or down upon, and it wasn’t a reason for intimacy or estrangement. She had never played the age card with her daughter, never […]

The Snow of Jinyang

FICTION by Zhang Ran, translated by Ken Liu and Carmen Yiling Yan in Issue 117 – June 2016

Translators’ Note This story is an alternate history and features events that would have been familiar to its original Chinese audience. To help set the scene for those less familiar with this period of history, we provide the following background information: Jinyang was an ancient city located in modern-day Shanxi Province, China. This story takes […]

Ether

FICTION by Zhang Ran, translated by Carmen Yiling Yan and Ken Liu in Issue 100 – January 2015

1. All of a sudden, I’m thinking about an evening from the winter when I was twenty-two. A pair of pretty twin sisters sat to my right, chattering away; at my left sat a fat boy clutching a soft drink that he kept refilling. My plate contained cold chicken, cheese, and cole slaw. I don’t […]
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