Lontar: The Journal of Southeast Asian Speculative Fiction - Issue 1
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Inside these pages, you’ll find: a post-apocalyptic Manila from Kate Osias; a utopian Kuala Lumpur from Zen Cho; a haunting military excursion down the Yellow River from Elka Ray Nguyen; a young Laotian journalist’s place in the sensationalist future of news reporting from award-winner Paolo Bacigalupi; speculative poetry from Chris Mooney-Singh, Ang Si Min and Bryan Thao Worra; and an unusual exploration of Philippine magic systems from Paolo Chikiamco.
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Lontar - Jason Erik Lundberg
LONTAR
The Journal of Southeast Asian
Speculative Fiction
Issue #1
Autumn 2013
Founding Editor
Jason Erik Lundberg
(USA/Singapore)
Poetry Editor
Kristine Ong Muslim
(Philippines)
Publisher
Kenny Leck
(Singapore)
Art Direction
Sarah and Schooling
(Singapore)
Submissions
LONTAR welcomes unsolicited fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and sequential art through our online portal located at lontarjournal.com. We accept submissions on a rolling basis.
Distribution
LONTAR is published and distributed by Math Paper Press in Singapore.
For information about how you can carry LONTAR, please contact Kenny Leck via email at kenny@booksactually.com, or via post at BooksActually, No. 9 Yong Siak Street, Tiong Bahru Estate, Singapore 168645.
Contact
Please send any general queries to jason@jasonlundberg.net. Do not send submissions to this address as they will be deleted unread; please use our submissions portal instead.
Disclaimer
LONTAR is not associated in any form or fashion with the Lontar Foundation. While we admire their ongoing work to translate Indonesian literary works into English, our mission statement is very different from theirs. We wish them well in their endeavors.
All pieces copyright © 2013 by their respective authors
ISBN 978-981-07-7171-3 (print)
ISBN 978-981-07-9257-2 (ebook)
Editorial: Etching the Lontar
Jason Erik Lundberg
Right away, I'll try to anticipate your first question: why LONTAR? Lontar is the Bahasa Indonesia word for a bound palm-leaf manuscript, which is among the oldest forms of written media, dating as far back as the fifth century BCE and possibly earlier. These manuscripts were used to record Buddhist sutras, law texts, epic mythic narratives, and treatises on a host of subjects such as astronomy, astrology, architecture, law, medicine, and music. The palm leaves were bleached of their chlorophyll, dried, trimmed, flattened, and polished smooth. Characters or images were etched into the surface with a sharp metallic stylus and filled in with a dark pigment to enhance the contrast and legibility of the script. In order to construct the leaves into a book, holes were drilled in both sides, and the stack was bound together with cord or string.
This ancient form of writing is the perfect inspiration for the collation and curation of Southeast Asian speculative fiction. It was an early technology that revolutionized the dissemination of knowledge (it no longer had to be handed down exclusively in oral form), and it was used predominantly in India, Thailand, Cambodia, Laos, and Indonesia. In addition, lontar were used as a vehicle for both epic and more mundane narratives, as well as an early form of graphic literature.
So why devote a quarterly literary journal to Southeast Asian speculative fiction? Aren't there enough venues doing this already? It is indeed true that Western publications such as The Apex Book of World SF and Expanded Horizons have created friendly venues for SEA writers in English, and it is also true that anthologies published recently in Malaysia*, the Philippines**, and Singapore*** have addressed an increasing interest in speculative fiction in the region, I believe that even more can be done, especially for countries and cultures that remain under-represented within the field.
LONTAR is my response. One-off anthologies, and anthology series, are fantastic for accruing a representative sample of works in a given year, but it is even more important to keep the conversation going all-year round. By providing a continual venue for this particular flavor of writing concentrating on this particular part of the world, it is hoped that 1) SEA writers working in the English language will have an ongoing platform in which to express their cultures, traditions, mythologies, folk religions, and/or daily lives, and 2) non-SEA writers will see Southeast Asia as a fertile ground for storytelling and move beyond the touristy exoticism that frequently pervades the minds of those unfamiliar with the region. Above all, LONTAR is engaged with publishing speculative fiction, non-fiction articles, poetry, and sequential art from both SEA and non-SEA writers, in order to spread awareness of this literature to readers who might not normally be exposed to it, and to celebrate its existence and diversity within the region.
This premiere issue of LONTAR presents speculative writing from and about the Philippines, Malaysia, Cambodia, Singapore, Laos, and Vietnam. Showcased are a post-apocalyptic Manila from Kate Osias, a utopian Kuala Lumpur from Zen Cho, a haunting military excursion down the Yellow River from Elka Ray Nguyen, and a reprinted novelette about a young Laotian journalist's place in the sensationalist future of news reporting from award-winner Paolo Bacigalupi; speculative poetry from Chris Mooney-Singh, Ang Si Min, and Bryan Thao Worra; and an unusual exploration of Philippine magic systems from Paolo Chikiamco.
This venture would not be possible without the assistance of poetry editor Kristine Ong Muslim, the wonderful art direction of Sarah and Schooling, and the support of publisher Kenny Leck and Math Paper Press. Its continuance depends on the enthusiasm of its readers, so if you have bought this first issue of the journal, then you have already joined the conversation, and I thank you. Please spread the good word. Those wishing to contribute content for future issues can do so via the submissions portal at our website, lontarjournal.com.
* Malaysian Tales: Retold & Remixed, ed. Daphne Lee, ZI Publications.
** Philippine Speculative Fiction 7, ed. Alex and Kate Osias, Kestrel DDM; Alternative Alamat, ed. Paolo Chikiamco, Rocket Kapre, Lauriat, ed. Charles Tan, Lethe Press.
*** Fish Eats Lion, ed. Jason Erik Lundberg, Math Paper Press; The Ayam Curtain, ed. JY Yang and Joyce Chng, Math Paper Press; The Steampowered Globe, ed. Rosemary Lim and Maisarah Bte Abu Samah, Two Trees Pte Ltd; Eastern Heathens, ed. Ng Yi-Sheng and Amanda Lee Koe.
Departures
Kate Osias
Kate Osias (Philippines) loves reality shows, cheap chocolate and diet carbonated drinks. She has won two Don Carlos Palanca Memorial Awards for Literature, the GIG Book Contest, and the Canvas Story Writing Contest, and has earned a citation in the international Year's Best Fantasy and Horror. She has stories published online and in print. Recently, she co-edited the sixth and seventh volumes of Philippine Speculative Fiction with Nikki Alfar and Alex Osias, respectively.
Time is different in Manila.
This is the thought that occurs to her, even as something large and wet slams her to the ground. Random bursts of sensation follow, permeating the fog of her thoughts. The sound of people screaming. The feel of the hard, uneven stone against her back. The dark expanse of her sightlessness. The sense of drifting, leaving, fading from the present.
When the last realization settles, a small flame of panic flares from deep within her, disrupting her mental lethargy. Fading is bad, she tells herself, and without understanding why, she's convinced. Time is different in Manila, she tells herself again, because her inventory of cogent thoughts is limited, and it's important to make do with what she has.
There's a ground made of stone. There are people screaming. Fading is bad.
Again and again, she repeats her meager list of things she knows to be true, until that which was distant draws near, draws even nearer still, draws so close to her that the noise blares against her ears with painful immediacy.
She screams.
The small flame of panic explodes into a chaotic conflagration. Still blind, she's scrambling onto her feet; running, tripping, falling; crawling away. Something growls, and she stills.
Panic, at its zenith, lends her strength. She forces her eyes open.
A large, scaled tentacle registers. Shadows flit in and out of her line of vision. Just beyond, a vivid blue sky pockmarked with symbols that hang low, like rain clouds. Remembered epiphanies come in bursts. Some of those symbols are there to trap. Some of those symbols are there to compel. Some of those symbols are there to make her forget.
The angry distrust that rises in her throat temporarily alleviates the debilitating terror.
I will not forget, she tells herself. I will not fade. She stands up then staggers, when the ground trembles. Various experiences erupt from the recesses of her subconscious, superimposing themselves upon the present:
a gigantic eight-legged wolf's hairy hooved shanks, kicking people with focused violent force,
a mud-colored dragon's foul breath, surrounding her in a burning green mist,
an ivory serpent's shimmering underbelly, a few heartbeats before it falls on her.
Another growl shatters the illusion of memories. She knows it's behind her, whatever it is. A part of her wants to understand it, to comprehend the futility against an insurmountable horror. But she's paralyzed by a sense of preservation that she struggles to shake off.
When she's able to finally turn around, she sees a demon protruding from the stony pavement, taking over most of an intersection, tentacles whipping, pounding, slithering at odd angles. She sees human-shaped shades laying siege to the beast, using their teeth, their nails, the impact of their weight from a fall. She sees the deteriorated landscape—vine-crusted buildings, mangled street sign rods, shards of glass reflecting prismatic sunlight everywhere—an almost careless footnote to the confusion of events, but it's that, more than anything else she has seen, that triggers an important remembering.
She's dead. They all are.
Something gleams from the sky and she feels a weak impulse to fight the demon; but this is easily crushed by another remembered truth. This truth emerges and spreads from her mind to her limbs, amplifying her panic, imbuing her with purpose: there are worse things than death.
Letting terror propel her into action, she runs away.
*
Everybody in Manila is dead.
She finds her way to an empty alleyway, where the growls are muffled by walls and distance, where the shades on the street that the alleyway intersects are expressionless and inactive, where she crouches and tries to catch the breath she does not need.
I am a rock in a storm. I am a mountain against the wind.
Only when the world stops shaking, only when the distant sounds die down, only when the blaze of fear and panic have been doused by prolonged silence and an extended stillness, does she stop trembling.
When there's nothing else to do, she moves.
She stays close to