Rude Mechanicals

vividimaging:

Apple reinvented what a mobile phone is when it came out with the iPhone! What will they come up with next? Just a little project i did during a small break from university! Kind of freaky but lets face it!… it’s where we are heading! again everything is made from photographs!

gridmarked:

Xena and Xenon the ERS-220’s!

I can’t remember the name of the third one, oops. D:

professorsteampunk:

“Automata Repairman”

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The cool news keeps coming!  Check out this very touching review of my science fiction erotica collection, The Bachelor Machine, from Dr. Faustus of EroticMadScience.com!

It is with great pleasure that I can report that Circlet Press has now made available a new e-book version of M. Christian‘s short story collection, The Bachelor Machine. For thaumatophiles, it is a do-not-miss.

The new edition consists of nineteen stories and two appendicies from the 2003 on-dead-tree edition plus a new foreword.

Many — though not all — of the stories are set in a gritty cyberpunk world, one which at times makes even the imagination of William Gibson look somewhat tender by comparison.  Radical forms of body modification, virtual realities, biohacking, and so on are explored in all sorts of permutations of gender and practice, or beyond gnder and practice.  Some are just exquisite.  The backer’s tale “Heartbraker” plays like X-rated version of Ghost in the Shell.  I hope M. Christian will forgive me for offering a taste:

Their cunt was on fire—molten, their lips and their clit steamed in a thumping beat as both their bodies moved over each other. Nipples stroked across soft breasts, bellies glided on a sheen of fine synthetic sweat.Their cunt was rapidly melting in a pool of vibrating wine, a tub of jiggling butter.They weren’t just hot or steaming—they were
burning in their roaring lust, combining in a echoing, reverberating bonfire. Linked, each hardwired into the other’s genitals, mixed and matched, they surged and merged.

(And if, after reading that, you don’t want to run out and buy this book right now, I should wonder what you’re doing on this blog.)

It’s not all cyberpunk.  “The New Motor” has a superficially steampunk feel, but what it actually seems to do is take a cyberpunk erotic sensibility and project it backwards into a real nineteenth-century America that was full of eccentric and goofy spiritual movements, with rather delightful results.  And there is dark political satire here as well, in a story like “Guernica,” in which closeted BDSM enthusiasts derive pleasure in parodying the grim, oppressive police state in which they live.

These are often edgy stories:  I am full of admiration for M. Christian’s willingness to “go there,” wherever “there” is.  Consider “Everything But the Smell of Lilies,” a story of a sex worker who has been modified so that she can be killed by clients who get off on that sort of thing has to be one of the squickiest things I’ve ever read…and read, and read, and read again.  So fair warning, these are not stories for the squeamish or the easily offended.   And they’re challenging in other ways as well, full of twists and non-conventional narrative structures and devices.  This is erotica for advanced readers.

And yet for all the edginess, for the cyberpunk grit and the sense of a brutal world, there are touching moments, bits of tenderness in the oddest of places.  The final story, “The Bachelor Machine,” about an encounter with a deteriorating, way-past-her-prime sexbot contains a twist that left me with a catch in my throat.  As usual, I won’t give it away.  But I shall urge you to read it yourself.  You can order a copy from Circlet here.

Just ‘cause … here’s the intro to my collection of technoerotic stories, Rude Mechanicals.  Enjoy!

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A MOST RARE VISION
 
I love the title of this book.  It’s not mine, of course, and if you don’t recognize it, try brushing up on your Shakespeare.

It works on so many wonderful levels, and with some delightfully odd connections.  For one thing, it’s a very cool title for a collection of erotica; for another, it’s from A Midsummer Night’s Dream, a play I (ahem) ‘used’ for the theme of the second anthology I ever edited, Midsummer Night’s Dreams: One Story Many Tales; and, perhaps best of all, it jives with a theme I love to play with.  A very personal theme: I adore gadgets … gizmos, thingamajigs, thingamabobs, and doodads.  As I write this on my loyal Mac, I’m also half-watching a movie streamed via Netflix through my Xbox360.  Meanwhile, my iPhone is charging up as little scratch-built robots scuttle at my feet.  It’s no surprise that I’ve often thought about how technology fetishes such as my own mirror the traditional flesh-and-blood ones.

Especially these days:  welcome to the future!  More than ever, our love affair with gizmos and gadgets is becoming erotically intimate.  We stroke our iPods, caress our mice, intimately interface with other cyborgs through millions of miles of copper wiring and trillions of lines of software code.

Rude Mechanicals was therefore a great chance to put together a collection of some of my favorite stories wrapped around one of my favorite themes.  Sure, some of these stories are science fiction but others are more contemporary, and in all of them I’ve tried to explore how we quite literarily have come to love machinery: answering machines (which have now evolved into voicemail), motorcycles, vibrators, and even plastic inflatable balls.  And what’s even better, it’s a book that you may very well be reading on your own personal gadget of choice.

I really hope you enjoy Rude Mechanicals.  And, who knows, maybe the next time you stroke your iPod, caress your mouse, and otherwise interface with other cyborgs through millions of miles of copper wiring and trillions of lines of software code, you’ll think, like I do, about all those circuits and all that plastic and metal that begin where your flesh and blood ends and think “Was it good for you, too?”
 
- M.Christian