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From “Hanami,” a Lydia Chin/Bill Smith short story by S. J. Rozan

Every time I come to Washington it rains.

I don’t know why this should be, but my father used to tell my brothers and me that there’s no point in denying reality, even reality that’s ridiculous. Rain fell insistently, tracing diagonal lines across the windows, as the Acela train Bill Smith and I were riding pulled into Union Station.

“It’s still beautiful,” Bill said. “Soggy, but at least down here it’s spring.”

“You don’t have to try to make me feel better. I don’t believe I have some paranormal effect on the weather and it rains because I’m coming. I just think I unconsciously but cleverly time my trips here to make sure to coincide with the rain.”

“Not a paranormal effect on the weather, just a preternatural relationship with it? Sure, why not?”

We swung our overnight bags down and beat it to the subway. In Washington they call it the Metro and it runs on rubber wheels, and in the place we came out, Dupont Circle, it had a huge sci-fi escalator to the street. “You think we’ll be on Mars when we get to the top?” I asked as the gray sky in the round opening came closer.

“I think we’re already on Mars if we’ve really taken this case.”

“We can’t not take it. I told you, Moriko’s one of my oldest friends. We were super close in high school until her family moved here her senior year. I used to date her big brother. Maybe you can’t take it. But I have to.”

“I can’t take what, the fact that you used to date her older brother? Oh, you mean the case. What kind of person would leave his partner on her own with a client who thinks she’s a fox? Besides, from what you say she actually is a fox, though not the kind she thinks she is.”

“Hands off. That’s the whole problem here—a man after her who she doesn’t want.”

“What makes you think she wouldn’t want me?”

“Let me count the ways.”

I lofted my umbrella, Bill sunk his head in his raincoat collar, and we splashed the two blocks to the row house where Moriko Ikeda lived in an apartment on the parlor floor.

As I told Bill, Moriko and I have been close since high school. We went to Townsend Harris in Flushing, Queens, which is stuffed full of brainy Asian kids but, as my brother Tim never lets me forget, isn’t Stuyvesant. My four brothers and I all went to high schools you had to test into, but different ones. Tim was already at Stuyvesant when my tests came up; I didn’t even fill out the application. Why? The different-schools thing hadn’t applied to elementary school. I was the youngest—and a girl—and I followed my brothers all the way through Sun Yat-Sen in Chinatown. I couldn’t wait to get to a school where, when anyone asked if I was related to such-and-such a kid named “Chin,” I could say I wasn’t, not just wish I wasn’t.

Moriko and I hit it off from the beginning, even though the Chinese and Japanese kids mostly eyed each other with suspicion (and the Koreans eyed both of us that way, and the black kids eyed the Latino kids that way, and the white kids were too stunned by finding themselves in the minority to do anything but huddle together for warmth). With me and Moriko, maybe it was an opposites-attracting kind of thing. I was a short, straightforward, practical jock; she was tall, elegant, sweet, and spacey.

Never this spacey, though. She’d called yesterday to ask me to come to Washington as a last-ditch attempt to solve her problem, which was: a man had stolen her kitsunebi, and since she’d die without it, she had to do what he wanted so he’d give it back. Kitsunebi is the soul of a kitsune, a fox spirit, and in this case what the man wanted was for Moriko to marry him.

Moriko buzzed us in within seconds of my pressing her doorbell. We’d stepped into the building’s small entry hall and I was folding my umbrella for stashing when she opened the glass-paneled inner door. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I’m sure mine did when I saw her. Bill’s eyes I didn’t look at because I didn’t want to know.

You have to understand: Moriko is gorgeous. She’s not actually super tall, maybe five-ten, but she’s so slender that she gives a long-limbed, languid impression. She seems not to walk so much as flow, and the shoulder-length hair framing her narrow, high-cheekboned face is as black and glossy as her skin is pale.

Paler than usual, today. She led us into her apartment through a pair of large double doors, closed them behind her, and hugged me. “Thank you for coming, both of you. Though I’m feeling guilty about calling you. I don’t know what you can possibly do. Oh, I’m sorry, that’s so rude of me.” She extended her hand to Bill. “Moriko Ikeda.”

“Bill Smith. Don’t be sorry and don’t feel guilty. I haven’t been to Washington in awhile. Happy to come down.”

“I wish I could have provided better weather.”

“Don’t worry about it, that’s Lydia’s fault.”

Moriko raised her delicate eyebrows but I didn’t explain. After a moment she said, “I have tea. I’ll bring it right in.”

While Moriko went to get the tea, Bill whispered to me, “Do kitsune control the weather?”

“No. That was human small talk.”

I’m always surprised when I find myself explaining something to Bill. As he’s pointed out more than once, I’m the Asian person in our relationship. But he, rumpled, antisocial, and blue-collar as he appears—though not today; today he wore a sharp navy suit with a white shirt and blue-and-silver tie—is the one with the deep background in art, music, and all kinds of culture, including Asian culture. So long before Moriko hired us, he’d heard of kitsune; but apparently he wasn’t familiar with their fine points.

I was, because I’d looked them up.

For example, they’re usually called “fox spirits,” but that makes them sound like ghosts and they’re not ghosts. They’re regular foxes who’ve reached a great age and attained wisdom and magical powers. Like shapeshifting. Into old men, young girls, and beautiful women.

For another example, they carry their souls, their kitsunebi, outside their bodies in glowing globes of fire. In fox form, they hold the globes on their tails. When they’re humans, where to keep the globes—the kitsunebi-dama—becomes problematic. And it seemed that Blake Adderly, up-and-coming young hotshot D.C. power broker, had, in the course of dating Moriko, discovered and walked off with hers.

HANZAI JAPAN table of contents and cover reveal!

Our latest anthology, Hanzai Japan: Fantastical, Futuristic Stories of Crime From and About Japan, doesn’t have a product page quite yet, but we couldn’t keep the table of contents under wraps any longer. So here you go! We have New York Times best-seller Carrie Vaughn, All You Need Is KILL/Edge of Tomorrow‘s Hiroshi Sakurazaka, Catwoman‘s Genevieve Valentine, mystery stalwart S. J. Rozan (who brings us a new case in her Lydia Chin/Bill Smith series), hard SF writer Jyouji Hayashi working out the implications of vampirism, and a whole lot more!

 

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Genevieve Valentine “(.dis)”

Yusuke Miyauchi “Sky Spider”

Libby Cudmore “Rough Night in Little Toke”

Ray Banks “Outside the Circle”

Yumeaki Hirayama “Monologue of a Universal Transverse Mercator Projection”

Brian Evenson “Best Interest”

Jyouji Hayashi “Vampiric Crime Investigative Unit: Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department”

Naomi Hirahara “Jigoku”

Carrie Vaughn “The Girl Who Loved Shonen Knife”

Kaori Fujino “Run!”

S. J. Rozan “Hanami”

Violet LeVoit “The Electric Palace”

Setsuko Shinoda “The Long-Rumored Food Crisis”

Jeff Somers “Three Cups of Tea”

Chet Williamson “Out of Balance”

Hiroshi Sakurazaka “The Saitama Chain Saw Massacre”

GOTH giveaway winners

Thanks, all who entered! There were so many good horror movies listed and defended that I couldn’t decide. So I made Intern Kathleen* do it.

And here are the winners!

It was exciting to see so many diverse movie recommendations– only one or two movies were nominated twice! Here are the four winners:

First up is Carrie, whose short comment reminded me of the horrors of VHS-only films and salivating domestic pets running amok.

I also enjoyed Seth Ellis‘s insightful suggestions, and include his conclusion for the benefit of the readers: “…the turning from the mundane to the horrifying can be very short.”

Third is Sarah Hayes, for both her reference to Otsuichi and her attention to cinematography.

Last but not least, the fourth book goes to Misty Warner, whose entry made me want to laugh and cry under a table at the same time.

Congrats to all!

*Not the Intern Kathleen from 2012-2013 who later appeared in The Battle Royale Slam Book, a new one, also named Kathleen. Must have been a demographic bulge of Kathleens about twenty years ago.

It’s the GOTH giveaway contest!

Have you seen that Goth is coming back? We plucked the old translation from the wreckage, dusted it off, made it fresh again with a brand-new, previously untranslated novelette! And now you can win a copy, for free!

By now you are likely familiar with our giveaway contests: we ask a question, you write a little essay or poem answering it in the comments of this point, and on Friday afternoon we pick for winners. We ship anywhere. The question this time:

What is your favorite obscure horror film and why? Yes, feel free to creatively misinterpret the word “obscure”, but if you name Nightmare on Elm Street or something, we are going to look at you funny.

To get you revved up, here’s a trailer for the 2008 Japanese film adaptation of Goth:

So, let us know what spooked you, cinematically (and obscurely) and you may win a copy of Goth!

PS: yes, the secret motivation for this contest is to get a good personal recommendation list of obscure horror films.


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