I've been reading Beneath Ceaseless Skies, an online SF&fantasy magazine, for about a year now. Most of the stories are pretty good, but there's a sameness to their style that's starting to weary me: they all feel as if they were written on a drizzly Sunday afternoon by someone who would really rather be penning paeans to J.D.Salinger for the New Yorker. Meanwhile, Michael Chabon (a one-time darling of that set) is now writing the kind of kapow! adventure story that was, for many decades, the mainstay of SF&fantasy.
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