About the Story
I wrote the first draft of this story at the Clarion West writers’ workshop in 2000. Clarion West is an intense six-week “boot camp for writers” and when I wrote this story I was feeling pretty beaten up and suffering from lack of sleep. The day after I finished it, I wrote in my journal that it “feels to me like a finely-made machine that doesn’t do anything.” When it was critiqued, it was more successful than I’d thought, but still fell flat; people liked the setting and descriptions, but found the characters stereotypical and the dialog stilted.
Our instructor that week was Candas Jane Dorsey, and in our conference after the critique she helped me disassemble my head and begin to put it back together again. That experience was invaluable, but its emotional intensity made me skittish about the story, and it sat untouched on my hard drive for five years.
In 2005 I finally hauled out the story and revised it extensively, lopping off the first and last scenes and making the character Dan less of a scary Deliverance-style hick stereotype. I also renamed the main character after Seattle writer Edd Vick, whose wife Amy Thomson bought naming rights in a charity auction. I had the revised story critiqued again, at Wiscon and with my local critique group the Lucky Lab Rats, and revised it one more time before finally submitting it.
The first place I sent it was F&SF, and Gordon van Gelder replied with a detailed two-page letter. I rewrote it as requested, including changing the ending so that Bigfoot is revealed as a tool-user, but Gordon still didn’t like it. But Sheila Williams at Asimov’s did, and I thank Gordon for the suggestions that made it a much stronger story.
Excerpt
“You’re a hunter, you say, Dan? What do you make of that?”
“It’s not deer scat, that’s for sure. Too big for cougar, and bear don’t stink like that.”
“Indeed.” I probed the droppings with a stick. Seeds indicated a diet of berries, and there was a lot of other vegetable fiber, but no hair or other indication that meat was being eaten. And it certainly did stink. I sealed a sample into a plastic bag.
“So what is it, a gorilla?”
I sat back on my haunches. “Well, Dan, I’ve shoveled out a lot of gorilla enclosures, but I’ve never seen anything exactly like this. And it’s unusual for herbivore feces to have this strong a smell.” I stood up, tossing the stick onto the garbage heap. “Perhaps the animal is sick.” I braced my hands in the small of my back, stretched. There were no other signs immediately visible. “Let’s take a walk around, see what else there is to see.”
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An hour and a half later, we sat in the dimness of Dan’s shack, with Dan nursing a Pabst Blue Ribbon from his wheezing refrigerator. On the table between us sat a crudely-made clay vase, glazed with childish splotches in green and blue, holding an incongruous spray of delicate pale pink starflowers. But I kept glancing at the wall behind him, where a shotgun and two rifles rested on pegs… clean, well-oiled, and ready for immediate action.
“I have to tell you,” I said, “I am not quite sure what we have here. It might be a gorilla, or possibly an orangutan, or it might be something else… something I’m not familiar with.” I stared pensively out the window at my van. “I’m pretty sure it’s a large primate of some sort. I’d like to call the county, get the local animal control people out here.” I opened my briefcase, took out my cell phone and black book. As I looked up the number, I said “The zoo will coordinate with them, of course, in case it’s an endangered species.”
“I don’t think so,” said Dan. I looked up just in time to see the heavy black iron skillet coming down on my head.
Honors
Honorable Mention in Gardner Dozois’s Year’s Best Science Fiction.
Publications
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- Asimov's Science Fiction, magazine, September 2006
- edited by Sheila Williams
- Asimov's Science Fiction
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- The Overcast, podcast, June 2015
- edited by J.S. Arquin
- The People's Ink