Metropolis Magazine - Metropolis Magazine January 2003

 

The Growthing

Science fiction writer Bruce Sterling imagines a future of biomorphic furnishings, emotional sensors, and buildings that support themselves.

Science fiction writer Bruce Sterling imagines a future of biomorphic furnishings, emotional sensors, and buildings that support themselves.

Mr. Wright in Suburbia

Believe me if you’d like. Or not. It doesn’t much matter to me. But my husband and I, and the house we built up in the backwoods of Westchester, very nearly changed the shape of the world. Or at least the shape of the suburbs. You see, after the war a group of us—all couples in our twenties, newly married,…

New Right Now

She turned left down Broadway, crossing Duane, crossing Reade, and felt the rising buzz of anticipation as she approached Chambers Street. She would be recognized by acquaintances in just the way she longed to be. They would treat her kindly and even, she imagined, with respect. Elsewhere, at theaters and saloons and ordinary shops, she was just another unattached young…

Restorations

When he’d thought of Miami Beach over the years, Saul had remembered the little Art Deco hotels, their funny pink-and-yellow trim matching the sky at sunset. But this one—built later with sleeker lines—was the glare of high noon, full sun striking sand just beyond the edge of your umbrella. White, everything white, from the round sofa in the lobby to…

The Pilgrim

In the sixteenth century a friar named Diego de Landa came to the Americas to convert the heathen to the Catholic faith. A man of culture and zeal, he entered the realm of the cinquecento Yucatan Maya and completed the first phase of his mission by laying waste to their art and books in a holocaust that was as profound…

Big Wow

A crust of crumbly debris and pavement was the last bit to give way. His feet plunged through a cloud of dust and disappeared into opaque quicksand gray. Adjusting his goggles and helmet lamp he waited for the air to clear, and when it did he was staring at himself in an intact but darkly soiled pane of glass. Still…

Church of the Baggy Pants

They told me back in junior college it was churches made this part of the country strong. Other parts of the country have their strengths. But I’m not really interested in what they got going on back East. And I’m not interested in California. That’s just a freeway that already has a lot of traffic on it. I believe in…

Like on Noah’s Ark

They moved in at the start of autumn. The possessions came all at once, but it was only gradually that the place began to fill up with their lives. It had been a shock for Witherspoon to emerge into the space one afternoon and find not a construction site but his home, complete with a pair of Lorrain’s slippers on…

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