Review: The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington by Phenderson Djèlí Clark

Review number four of the Nebula nominees for best short story. Scroll down to see earlier reviews. You can see the list of nominees here.

teethOh, this one made me laugh! A result of the conditioning of my shrunken social media brain, I suppose, but I love the occasional story built on lists and collections of things. At first I thought “The Secret Lives of the Nine Negro Teeth of George Washington” by Phenderson Djèlí Clark was going to be more historical, perhaps referencing enslaved people who were listed in Mt. Vernon’s historical records, but no. This story does not attempt any such connections with actual people, but it is very entertaining.

Clark cleverly launches this farcical tale from one of those true historical oddities practically every American child learns in elementary school–the first president of the United States, George Washington, had false teeth. When facts like these are one of the predominant pieces of information one has about an important figure, it’s easy to slide away from fact and into fiction. The story dives into the pseudo-historical record of nine of George’s teeth and provides a little context for the tooth’s original source as well as its affect on the father of the country. Continue reading

Going Dark by Richard Fox depends on the band-of-brothers cliché

This is the third review of short story nominees for the 2019 Nebula Awards. You can see the full list of short story nominees here, and the previous reviews are here and here.

“Going Dark” by Richard Fox was published in the military science fiction anthology Backblast Area Clear, edited by Ellen Campbell. The plot is the thinnest of outlines of a war somewhere in the universe that looks a lot like earth (Maybe it is earth.) where human military leaders are supported by AIs that seem mentally stunted but have great physical attributes boosted by military technology.  They’re fighting some other intelligent species that seems intent on taking the planet for their own. It’s never quite clear whether the humans and their AI grunts are indigenous defenders of the planet or simply hired mercenaries. Problems with the “doughboys” (the AIs) ensue, and their human leader is tormented by the thought of having to leave his unit to their fates.

And that’s all I can say about that. The framing of this story’s conflict is so sketchy I had the feeling that I was not reading a short story, but a chapter perhaps of a longer work. The whole story depends on the band-of-brothers cliché we have all come to know and love, and sometimes reject as sentimental pap. Continue reading