I’m incredibly pleased to have had a story published in the new issue of Interzone (#259). It’s a superb magazine that’s been going for over 30 years and has published some of the best science fiction, fantasy and speculative fiction (for want of a better phrase) writers in that period, including JG Ballard, Michael Moorcock, Jeff Noon and many, many others. There’s a small part of me that feels vaguely like an interloper, an intruder moving across territory I wouldn’t normally cover, but if I say that my story is only nominally science fictional that isn’t in the least meant to be a slight on the genre. Ballard after all is one of the touchstone writers in my reading life, and there are many more purveyors of sci-fi and fantasy who have meant as much to me as a reader as more prominent or ‘respectable’ literary figures like VS Naipaul or William Golding (and dealing as he does with an anti-humanistic, quasi-theological worldview with an incredibly long perspective, what is Golding at heart but a fantasy writer of a kind?) The kind of fiction I’m interested in writing – non-realist, uninterested in contemporary society, yoked together more by image than narrative, set in unspecified locales with characters designed to illustrate tropes as much as personalities – could be seen as another kind of fantasy in itself. In which case, with this particular magazine, perhaps I should feel perfectly at home?