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A.C. Wise is the author of the collections The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron Saves the World Again, and The Kissing Booth Girl and Other Stories from Lethe Press, and her weird horror novella, Catfish Lullaby, is forthcoming from Broken Eye Books in late summer/early fall 2018. Her work has been a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award, and won the Sunburst Award for Excellence in Canadian Literature of the Fantastic. In addition to her fiction, she contributes a monthly short fiction review column to Apex Magazine, and writes the Women to Read, and Non-Binary Authors to Read series at The Book Smugglers. Find her online at www.acwise.net and on twitter as @ac_wise.

The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron by A.C. Wise

When the world is endangered, there's no point in sparing the spangles, spilling the drinks, or withholding the glitter. The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron Saves the World Again is a collection of inter-connected short stories featuring a group of fierce women kicking ass and keeping humanity safe from supernatural terrors all while looking incredible in sparkles and high heels.

CURATOR'S NOTE

From the title alone, you'd expect a fun and flamboyantly fabulous take on superhero clichés, and you get that, but so much more. The squadron itself is a group of women from all along the spectrum of gender and sexuality, who've come together to embrace the glitter—and the power—of drag. Wise moves smoothly between grand adventure (and grand Guignol) and the very real lives of the squadron members, creating superheroes who are also complicated, believable people who never relinquish their fabulosity. Beautifully written and structured, this apparent airy confection, like its heroes, has real power behind it. – Melissa Scott

 

REVIEWS

  • "The squadron is a gang of gender outlaws who take on the universe's toughest jobs and come through without chipping a nail. They find solidarity, sisterhood (with an asterisk for drag queen Butch and gender-eschewing M), and courage, as well as a greater understanding of self, as they face off against evil and triumph in style…. This groundbreaking collection will leave readers breathless with delight."

    РPublishers Weekly, starred review
  • "What Wise does in this book is build a deeply unconventional—though not unfamiliar, at least to those of us who are queer—chosen family. She pits them against a range of monsters disguised as comic and film tropes… or perhaps they're tropes disguised as monsters. There are times when the storytelling veers ever so slightly into metafiction. Like its unabashedly long title, The Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron Saves the World Again gives the reader so many things. It's your basic superhero-drag show-family drama-Fifties monster movie-bittersweet coming out story-archaeology adventure-political thriller-alien invasion-mash-up."

    – Tor.com
  • "What's remarkable about the collection is the way it takes what could be mistakenly construed as superficial and gimmicky (oh, look, a superhero team that fights with superglamorous costumes and lots of glitter) and shows that 1) there is nothing wrong with saving the world wearing superglamorous costumes and lots of glitter thank you very much and 2) that in-depth stories can be told in a myriad of ways. Not to mention the fact that the stories are rich, diverse, and full of amazing women of all stripes."

    – KirkusReviews.com
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

Operation: Annihilate Mars!

or

Doctor Blood and the Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron

Mars Needs Men!

But the Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron will have to do. At least one of them self-identifies as male, Butch in all his spangled glory. He tucks proudly, or sometimes not at all, and fuck you very much if you don't like it.

By night, they work at clubs with names like Diamond Lil's, the Lil' Diamond, and Exclusively Lime Green. Every Thursday, they bowl. In-between, when they're not bowling, or dancing, or singing on stage, they kick ass harder than you've seen ass kicked before. And they do it all in silver lamé and high heels.

This is Bunny, their leader, born Phillip Howard Craft the Third. At the moment, she is up in the recruiter's face, waving a poster of Uncle Sam under the aforementioned tagline, a floating head against a backdrop of Martian red. Her nails are manicured perfection, each painted a different metallic shade, all the colors of the rainbow, and then some. Her hair is piled in a frosted bouffant so high it barely fit through the recruiter's door. Despite the anger written in every line of her body, she doesn't raise her voice.

"Your sign says you need volunteers. We're volunteering, and since I don't see your waiting room clogged with other candidates, dare I suggest: We're all you've got."

"I can't…I won't…" The recruiter turns bright red. He takes a deep breath, faces Bunny, and almost, but not quite, manages to look her in the eye.

"I can't just let a bunch of…"

Bunny's eyes, tinted violet today, shine cold steel. They stop the words in the recruiter's throat, hard enough that he looks like he might actually choke. Her tone matches her eyes.

"Think carefully, General. If the next word out of your mouth is anything but 'civilians' I will dismember you myself. You won't live long enough to worry about an invasion from Mars."

The General's jaw tightens. A vein in his forehead bulges.

"The Glitter Squadron's record speaks for itself, General." Bunny's voice is level. She places the poster on his desk. "Cleaner than yours, I'll dare say. And," Bunny smirks, and points to the General's medals, "our bling is better."

Rage twists the General's features, but his shoulders slump all the same.

"Fine," he says. "The damned mission is yours. Add a little more red to the planet, if you want it so badly."

Bunny smiles, teeth gleaming diamond bright. "I promise you, General, the Ultra Fabulous Glitter Squadron is more than up to the task."

* * *

They are loaded into a rocket by clean-cut scientists with white coats and strong values, men and women who believe glitter is for little girls' birthday cards as long as they're under six years old, and leather is for wallets and briefcases.

"Some people have no imagination," Starlight stage-whispers as they climb the gangplank. Starlight was born Walter Adams Kennett. Her mirror-ball inspired outfit forces the good, moral scientists to look away as light breaks against her and scatters throughout the room.

Starlight pauses at the airlock door, looking up at the floodlit rocket, all sleek length, studded with rounded windows, and tipped at the base in fins. "Well, maybe not no imagination." And she climbs aboard.

Bunny reads over a brief as they hurtle between the stars.

"Imagine the outfit I could make from one of those," Starlight whispers, pointing to the stars pricking the vast dark.

"Hush." Esmerelda, born Christina Joanne Garcia Layton elbows her.

"Our target is Doctor Blood," Bunny says, rolling her eyes.

She flips a page in the neatly-stapled file, scans, while the twelve other bodies crammed into the rocket lean forward in anticipation.

"The least they could have done was give us champagne. We are off to save the world, after all. And this seating…"

No one answers Starlight this time. She's young; they hear the nerves in her voice, and excuse her incessant giggling and talking. Today, they are twelve; they are together and strong, operating like a smoothly oiled machine. But they have all at various times been afraid and alone, less perfect than they are now. And they will be again. Their numbers may fluctuate, members coming and going, but always they are this: The Glitter Squadron. And they are fabulous.

For this mission, they've chosen strictly retro-future, which means skin-tight silver, boots that come nearer to the knee than their skirts, bubble-barreled ray-guns, frosted white lipstick and, of course, big hair. CeCe the Velvet Underground Drag King called in sick with the flu, so it's lamé all the way.

Each member of the Squadron has added their own touch, as usual. Starlight's peek-a-boo cutout dress, which is really more skin than fabric, is studded with mirrors. Esmerelda wears a wide belt, with faux gems, green to match her name. Bunny is wearing her namesake animal's ears, peeking out from her enormous coif.

M is the only exception to all the brightness and dazzle. M wears leather, head-to-toe. Think Michelle Pfeiffer as Catwoman - erratic, angry stitches joining found leather so close to the body there's no chance for the flesh underneath to breathe. Only it isn't like that at all. There is a whip hanging at M's side, and plenty of other toys as well. Only eyes and lips show through M's mask, and their gender is indeterminate. No one knows M's birth name, and it will stay that way.

Bunny clears her throat. "Doctor Blood, born Richard Carnacki Utley, is a brilliant scientist. He was working on splicing human and animal DNA as a way to cure cancer, or building better rocket fuel using radioactive spiders and black holes. Blah, blah, blah, the usual. We've all seen the movies, right?"

Esmerelda smiles soft approval. Bunny goes on.

"He caught his wife cheating with his lab partner, or his brother, or his best friend. He tried to burn them to death, or blow them up, or turn them into evil monkey robots, and horribly disfigured himself in the process. So he did the only sensible thing, and shot himself into space where he built a gigantic impenetrable fortress on Mars. Now, he's threatening to invade earth, or shoot it to pieces with a space laser if the United Nations doesn't surrender all of earth's gold."

"Can they do that?" Esmerelda asks.

Starlight mutters, "No imagination at all," and shakes her head, sending bits of light whirling around the rocket.

"That's where we come in," Bunny says. "We take down Doctor Blood, easy peasy lemon squeezy, and we're home in time for tea."

"Ooh, make mine with brandy!" Starlight says. Someone elbows her in the tight space, and she falls silent.

Bunny rolls her eyes again. "Look sharp, we're almost there."

* * *