Broken Windchimes
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The Pané expect perfection of their living windchimes. The difference between a performer’s life as the biggest star on Djapé and a ruined career comes down to one mistake. When a child prodigy loses everything familiar, he must learn how to survive on a space station very far from home. And perhaps finally understand the life he almost lived.
Winner of the Asimov SF Magazine’s Readers Choice Award for 2009.
“[Rusch does] an excellent job in showing us the personal voyage of discovery the protagonist goes on, as his world, and particularly his appreciation of music, widens out step by painful step beyond the crippling artistic and emotional strictures of his youth.”
—Gardner Dozois
Locus Magazine
Rusch creates a memorable tale while exposing the reader to interesting musical and life lessons. —Tangent Online
This is a disturbing story in places, with a few hard choices, but also a heart-warming and compelling one. As is often the case with Rusch, I wouldn't mind seeing more in this world. —Eyrie
International bestselling writer Kristine Kathryn Rusch has won two Hugo awards, a World Fantasy Award, and six Asimov’s Readers Choice Awards. Her latest science fiction novel is Snipers. She also writes mysteries under the name Kris Nelscott. For more information about her work, please go to kristinekathrynrusch.com.
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
USA Today bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch writes in almost every genre. Generally, she uses her real name (Rusch) for most of her writing. Under that name, she publishes bestselling science fiction and fantasy, award-winning mysteries, acclaimed mainstream fiction, controversial nonfiction, and the occasional romance. Her novels have made bestseller lists around the world and her short fiction has appeared in eighteen best of the year collections. She has won more than twenty-five awards for her fiction, including the Hugo, Le Prix Imaginales, the Asimov’s Readers Choice award, and the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Readers Choice Award. Publications from The Chicago Tribune to Booklist have included her Kris Nelscott mystery novels in their top-ten-best mystery novels of the year. The Nelscott books have received nominations for almost every award in the mystery field, including the best novel Edgar Award, and the Shamus Award. She writes goofy romance novels as award-winner Kristine Grayson, romantic suspense as Kristine Dexter, and futuristic sf as Kris DeLake. She also edits. Beginning with work at the innovative publishing company, Pulphouse, followed by her award-winning tenure at The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, she took fifteen years off before returning to editing with the original anthology series Fiction River, published by WMG Publishing. She acts as series editor with her husband, writer Dean Wesley Smith, and edits at least two anthologies in the series per year on her own. To keep up with everything she does, go to kriswrites.com and sign up for her newsletter. To track her many pen names and series, see their individual websites (krisnelscott.com, kristinegrayson.com, krisdelake.com, retrievalartist.com, divingintothewreck.com). She lives and occasionally sleeps in Oregon.
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Broken Windchimes - Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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Kristine Kathryn Rusch
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Broken Windchimes
Copyright © 2013 by Kristine Kathryn Rusch
First published in Asimov’s SF Magazine, September, 2009
Published by WMG Publishing
Cover and Layout copyright © 2013 by WMG Publishing
Cover design by Allyson Longueira/WMG Publishing
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Broken Windchimes
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
I first heard non-Pané music in an alley behind an auditorium in Lhelomika. Lhelomika, the arts capitol of Djapé, made me nervous. The last two times I had performed there, I shivered as I hit each note—not with cold, but with fear.
That afternoon, I walked outside the auditorium, trying to calm myself. From a nearby building, I heard a raspy male voice—a deep unaltered adult male voice—attempting to sing a melody. Some instruments I could not identify provided a music bed behind the voice.
The instruments were more harmonious than the voice, even though they did not hit pure tones. But the voice held me. It sang of a wonderful world, one that had beauty in its simple existence.
Strangely, the harshness of the voice, its lack of tone and musicality, provided a contrast to the lyrics so profound that it accented them.
I stood outside the building, listening as the song played, knowing that this was human music and it was forbidden to me. If Gibson, my manager, caught me, he would chastise me. Male sopranos who performed as long as I had—some twenty years now—were rare, a commodity worth millions.
Each day that I survived in my rarified position as performer—a living windchime, as the Pané called us—was a victory. I knew my time was limited.
Maybe that was why, when I made it through that evening’s performance with no mistakes, I hid in my study and searched for that song on the forbidden human databases.
I didn’t find it for months.
When I did, I listened, rapt, as stunned as I had been the first time at the simple beauty of contrast, the way that the flaws added to the whole.
The Pané would never accept flaws.
I knew it, and ignored it.
And some would argue, that was the beginning of the end.
***
I sang my last concert before a packed hall in Tygher City. The auditorium there, made of bone and thin membranes almost like skin, had acoustics so perfect that a sigh made on stage could be heard in each seat, in every row. Only the best performers got a berth in Tygher City, and I’d played there for fifteen of my twenty-five summers.
On this evening, I sang three solos accompanied by the Boys’ Choir, all in the second half of the concert, and all written by Tampini.
Tampini composed for male windchimes, accenting their technique and vocal range. His work, very Pané, was rarely performed outside of the Tygher City auditorium, since it was one of the few places on Djapé that had the acoustic sensitivity for his works.
The auditorium in Tygher City made me nervous. A note, missed by as little as one-one-thousandth, would receive silence, the Pané version of a boo. Even timing that did not follow the score to the letter—say, a half note extended to a dotted half simply for interpretation—had gotten more than one performer thrown off the stage.
So I had dreaded the performance for weeks, and shaved my involvement from six solos to three. Even then, I couldn’t lose the feeling of impending doom.
I had mentioned that to Gibson, and he had laughed at me, telling me I worried too much. Still, he had the on-site doctor take my temperature and give me a thorough going over to make certain there were no alien viruses coursing through my system. They couldn’t give me any medication to keep my blood pressure steady because medication might make an alteration, even a slight one, in my vocal chords. Nor could they feed me to keep my blood sugar up, because food coated the throat, disturbed the stomach, and occasionally caused gas.
More than one performer had lost his berth in Tygher City because of a nearly silent swallowed belch.
All that preparation, all the careful rehearsal—my time monitored so that I didn’t overdo—, and still I approached the edge of the shell-like stage with trepidation.
It didn’t show, of course. I walked on stage with a fake confidence born of years of performing. I wore a blue robe that contrasted with the chorus’s white, and reflected the natural interior light of the bone auditorium as if we were outdoors.
The Pané crowded in their seats, squat and attentive, their heads down so that they could hear better. They were oddly malleable creatures, mostly cartilage, their skin a translucent gray that showed the shadows of their internal organs.
Their faces, it was said, took a lot of getting used to; eyes askew, mouth hidden, and the ridges that looked like sheet wrinkles, covering the bulk of their skull. The Pané looked normal