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Well, Christmas is getting closer, and I’m getting some early gifts.
And why not brag about them?
The postman just dropped by and delivered a book from my friend Alex, and what a beauty it is.
It’s called Deco Punk, The Spirit of the Age, a collection of dieselpunk-ish stories edited by Thomas A. Easton and Judith K. Dial, and published by Pink Narcissus Press.


The cover alone is breathtaking, and the contents are very very promising, being a selction of stories by Debra Doyle and James D. Macdonald, Shariann Lewitt, Linda Tiernan Kepner, Sarah Smith, William Racicot, Paul Di Filippo, Melissa Scott, Edward M. Lerner, Catherine Asaro and Kate Dolan, Duncan Eagleson, Jeff Hecht, and Rev DiCerto.

And of course, dieselpunk is just pulp misspelled, and of pulp fantasy there is never enough, so this is really what the doctor ordered for New year’s Eve – a night of reading about a past that never was.

Oh, and yes, I’d love to write something in the decopunk subjenre – some science fiction/adventure thing, maybe with a noirish edge, set in what has been called *The Age of Elegance.
I might even have an inspiration image here at hand…


Who knows?
So much to write, so little time…


Dieselpunk is Pulp Misspelled

12195894_1047804378566091_7030728815196741204_nSo, today is the International Dieselpunk Day.
Now, I love most of what’s been produced under the label of dieselpunk – possibly more than the catalog of the genre’s older brothers, cyberpunk and steampunk.
The reason is, to me, dieselpunk is just pulp misspelled… I even built a Pinboard on Pinterest, on the subject…

Also, because being less codified and clean-cut than standard steampunk, dieselpunk is, at the moment, freer and more open to creative approaches.
So, what am I going to do for the International Dieselpunk Day?
Well, I think I’m going to ramble a bit, taking a stroll through what I think about when I think dieselpunk
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A world of popular mechanics

GSPinup002A few nights back I was talking about dieselpunk with a friend.
Now, I’m getting rather tired of the -punk subgenres – which are certainly effective commercially, but often are just new names for well-established fare.
And dieselpunk is in this sense a heavy offender, as basically an awful lot (if not all) dieselpunk is just pulp adventure with the number plates changed.

Anyway, we were discussing dieselpunk, and one thing led to another, and talk turned to baroque esthetics, brass fittings, engines as objecct d’art, 1940s style pinups, black scary uniforms and Soviet architechture, and a lot of other stuff, all of which, to me, is not indispensable in defining dieselpunk as literature – it might define dieselpunk as an aesthetics, but not as a narrative genre.

So, what does?
Even better, what, in the dieselpunk subgenre, allows me to write stories I could not write in any other subgenre? Continue reading