Cat Rambo lives and writes primarily in the state of Washington, with occasional peregrinations elsewhere. A prolific short story writer, she has had work published in such places as Asimov's, Clarkesworld Magazine, Weird Tales, and Tor.com. Her first novel, Beasts of Tabat, appeared in early 2015 from Wordfire Press and will be followed by its sequel, Hearts of Tabat, in late 2015. Also appearing this fall is Neither Here Nor There, Rambo's fourth story collection.

Award nominations have included the Nebula and World Fantasy Awards, the latter for Rambo's editorial work with Fantasy Magazine. She is a frequent volunteer with the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America (SFWA) and is currently its President. She teaches a series of online writing classes, details of which can be found at her website. Her most recent nonfiction work is Ad Astra: the SFWA 50th Anniversary Cookbook, co-edited with Fran Wilde.

Near + Far by Cat Rambo

Whether set in terrestrial oceans or on far-off space stations, Cat Rambo's masterfully told stories explore themes of gender, despair, tragedy, and the triumph of both human and non-human alike. Cats talk, fur wraps itself around you, aliens overstay their welcome, and superheroes deal with everyday problems.

CURATOR'S NOTE

Most of the women in this bundle have published science fiction for decades, but Cat Rambo burst onto the science fiction scene less than ten years ago. First she made her name as the editor of Fantasy Magazine, but then we all started noticing her short fiction. Her short stories were memorable gems, the kind of fiction that you can't forget once you've read it.

Of course, as I looked her up to write this introduction, I discovered that she too has written fiction for decades. Her early publications were in the literary mainstream in the early 1990s. Then she disappeared for a while from the publishing scene, only to stretch her wings in sf.

Keep your eye on Cat. Since she burst on the scene, she's published over 170 pieces of original fiction. This collection will give you a taste. If you want more—and believe me, you will— I suggest you support her through Patreon, and get stories non-supporters don't get to see.

But first, read these stories and see why the entire sf field woke up and took notice when Cat's short fiction first hit print. – Kristine Kathryn Rusch

 

REVIEWS

  • "Rambo specializes in what used to be called "sense of wonder"—her characters and worlds are skewed along several axes of imagination at once, familiar as old friends yet strange as figures from dreams. Her stories often pack an emotional punch or two, an ability to reach into a reader's guts and twist or squeeze."

    Don Sakers, for Analog Magazine
  • Five reasons to read Cat Rambo:
    #1: If you like stories about strange places and strange creatures
    #2: If you like stories that leave you yourself feeling a little strange
    #3: If you like a good love story
    #4: especially one with talking cats, deadly mermaids, mind-altering technologies, live coats, detachable limbs, gorgerous descriptions and great leaps of imagination, wit, and power
    #5: plus travel through space and time
    Then this is the book for you
    – Karen Joy Fowler
  • "If you've read Cat Rambo before, you'll know what to expect: her prose is smooth as a dream but often hides an incredibly sharp, emotive edge. At times, she gives more depth to a character in a handful of pages than many novelists manage in hundreds."

    Stephen Raets for Tor.com
  • Whether set in terrestrial oceans or on far-off space stations, Rambo's masterfully told stories explore themes of gender, despair, tragedy, and triumph.

    Jeff Vandermeer, article on best collections of 2012
 

BOOK PREVIEW

Excerpt

The toys were definitely where he had gone awry.

Three runs ago, Linus had acquired a cargo hold full of antique toys, some traveling exhibit going out to the colonies that someone had pilfered along the way. He'd taken them as payment for a poker debt, not realizing how difficult they would be to dispose of.

He'd finally given up trying to sell or swap them, and had stacked the boxes in the furnace hold the bots used for their workshop, reclaiming several spanners and a laser torch in trade. Most of the stuff they'd rendered down to its constituent parts but odd bits had showed up in the latest generation: beetle-bots spiked with yellow plastic dinosaurs; a spindle-legged spider that had used screws and interlocked plastic bits to construct multi-colored limbs; mannequin bots with doll faces and tiny hands.

He went down the corridor, passing two child-sized bots. One clicked out a memory card and handed it to the other, who slotted it into its chest between two gleaming silver stripes.

"That's such a bad idea," he said reflexively in passing. They paid him no attention. He'd ask the ship to speak to them, to emphasize the problems of viruses and corrupted memory, he thought and sighed, using his fingers to comb his wispy hair away from his face.

He would have liked more gravity, but, well, fuel rods didn't make themselves, so he kept the gravity down in brittle-bone territory, telling himself it was just for a little longer. He had more things to worry about than bots, though, if he ever wanted to weigh more than a few kilos ever again.

A beetle-bot scurried across the corridor and up the wall, vanishing into an air duct's opening with a swish of its pink nylon tail.

That had looked like a new model. Fuel rods couldn't regenerate themselves, but the bots could. He'd successfully persuaded them to stick to upgrades for a long time, but it seemed as though the urge to propagate was too strong.

Early on, he'd disabled their repli-chips but they'd reinstated them and started scavenging for supplies to create their offspring, solo projects and elaborate joint efforts. The rainbow spider was one such construction, the product of dozens of the several hundred bots on the ship.

A mannequin-bot clattered out of the kitchen and stamped towards him. A quarter of his height, it covered much less ground than he did, but its pace was quick and determined. He refused to step out of its way, and its head swiveled, showing him a red-eyed screen and a robot obscenity scrolling across it: 2 + 2 = 5.

"Screw you, too," he muttered, and made his way into the galley to tab for some hot water to make tea.