#carl sutton

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Two young women eating candy floss at a fun fair in Battersea Park, London

Carl Sutton, “The Fun of the Fair in 3-D,” Picture Post, 20th June 1953

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Brigitte Bardot by Carl Sutton, 1955

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quote by Carl Sutton.

i think this is important because while sm is painful and i wish it would go away, the reality is it probably won’t, at least not fully. there’s no time limit on sm. it’s not a childhood disorder, and it can onset at any age. so we need more images and descriptions of middle aged and older people with sm. just like any mental disorder, you wouldn’t go: oh that’s particularly painful because it hasn’t gone away by x age. this is people’s lives, and those lives can be painful but also full and wonderful. sm is part of my life and my experience. so we need to see more stories. 🌹🌹transcript under cut

aloneness - that is what sm feels like to me. isolated, alone, separated, left out as i silently stand by watching others experience life while the words freeze up inside me, afraid to speak up or join in a conversation. actually feeling the anxiety shaking inside my chest as i try to get the courage to speak to someone or call or text a friend. sm feels like the child standing alone behind the door watching the other kids in the playground - afraid to ask, ‘may i play?’ it feels like the teenager standing silently against the wall, listening to classmates laugh and chat, invisible to everyone and wondering what it would be like to have a friend. it feels like the 50-year-old office worker, alone in her cube while others chat and laugh in the aisle, still left out. i live inside a shell, a mask thag looks like me but isn’t me. i am in here, but it is really hard to let others see. i’m so grateful for the few dear friends i have now. most people though only see the shell and assume i’m aloof and uncaring because i am quiet. i feel very deeply. i feel others’ joy and pain intensely, yet they rarely know. i’m not quiet because i am uncaring. i’m silent because i’m afraid. 

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Carl Sutton. English Showers: A rainy day in England, 1955.

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A young woman enjoying at the fair in Battersea Park, London, England, 1955.

Photographed by Carl Sutton. 

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“One of the best story collections of the past few years.” —Booklist, starred review “16 hard-edged pieces that gleam like gems in a mosaic.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review “Kameron Hurley is a badass.” —Annalee Newitz, author of Autonomous

When renegade author Kameron Hurley (The Light Brigade; The Stars Are Legion) takes you to the future, be prepared for the unexpected. Yes, it will be dangerous, frequently brutal, and often devastating. But it’s also savagely funny, deliriously strange, and absolutely brimming with adventure.

In these edgy, unexpected tales, a body-hopping mercenary avenges his pet elephant, and an orphan falls in love with a sentient starship. Fighters ally to power a reality-bending engine, and a swamp-dwelling introvert tries to save the world—from her plague-casting former wife.

So come meet Kameron Hurley in the future. The version she’s created here is weirder—and far more hopeful—than you could ever imagine.

Table of Contents

An Introduction: Meet Me in The Future by Kameron Hurley

Elephants and Corpses

When We Fall

The Red Secretary

The Sinners and the Sea

The Women of Our Occupation

The Fisherman and the Pig Garda

The Plague Givers

Tumbledown

Warped Passages

Our Faces, Radiant Sisters, Our Faces Full of Light!

Enyo-Enyo

The Corpse Archives

The War of Heroes

The Light Brigade

The Improbable War

For info on MEET ME IN THE FUTURE, visit the Tachyon page.

Cover by Carl Sutton Design by Elizabeth Story

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photo by Carl Sutton,

Julie Harrison of the Hulton Press, 1 November 1953

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As a teenager and young adult, I found being mute intensely isolating and dehumanizing. I felt truly like I was just a pair of eyes and ears - an entity without a body, without a face, and without a mouth. I felt as though I was barely a physical being.

Carl Sutton, Selective Mutism in Our Own Words