{"id":2105,"date":"2021-12-21T12:46:14","date_gmt":"2021-12-21T12:46:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=2105"},"modified":"2021-12-21T12:46:16","modified_gmt":"2021-12-21T12:46:16","slug":"winter-solstice-by-mike-resnick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sfshortstories.com\/?p=2105","title":{"rendered":"Winter Solstice by Mike Resnick"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Winter Solstice<\/em><\/strong> by Mike Resnick (F&SF<\/em>, October-November 1991) doesn\u2019t seem to have anything to do with the Winter Solstice but, instead, tells of the wizard Merlin, who in this story is quite a different creature from the one of myth\u2014a man experiencing his life in reverse, starting from a point in the far-future where he could \u201cpass among the stars and galaxies\u201d. Unfortunately, his memories are slipping away from him, so he is of little help when he is called upon to deal with the problems of the present:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An old woman comes to see me in the early afternoon. Her arm is torn and miscolored; the stench of it makes my eyes water; the flies are thick around her.
I cannot stand the pain any longer, Merlin, she weeps. It is like childbirth, but does not go away. You are my only hope, Merlin. Cast your mystic spell, charge me what you will, but make the pain cease.
I look at her arm, where the badger has ripped it with his claws, and I want to turn my head away and retch. I finally force myself to examine it. I have a sense that I need something\u2014I am not sure what\u2014something to attach to the front of my face; or, if not my whole face, then at least across my nose and mouth, but I cannot recall what it is.
The arm is swollen to almost twice its normal size, and although the wound is halfway between her elbow and her shoulder, she shrieks in agony when I gently manipulate her fingers. I want to give her something for her pain. Vague visions come to mind, images of something long and slender and needle-like flash briefly before my eyes. There must be something I can do, I think, something I can give her, some miracle that I employed when I was younger and the world was older, but I can no longer remember what it is. I must do more than mask her pain; this much I still know, for infection has set in. The smell becomes stronger as I probe, and she screams. Gang<\/em>, I think suddenly: the word for her condition begins with gang<\/em>\u2014but there is another syllable, and I cannot recall it; and even if I could recall it, I can no longer cure it.\u00a0 p. 134<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The story is told in a near stream of consciousness style which yo-yos between Merlin\u2019s fragmentary memories of the future and his present concerns, one of which is what to do, if anything, about Launcelot and his illicit affair with King Arthur\u2019s wife, Guinevere. This particular problem comes to a head when (spoiler) Arthur seeks out Merlin for advice on the matter towards the end of the story. Merlin realises that Arthur is more worried about his own death, and this makes Merlin reflect on what the future (or past) holds for him:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decided to try once more to look into the future, to put his mind at ease. I close my eyes and I peer ahead, and I see not a mindless, babbling old man, but a mindless, mewling baby, and that baby is myself.
Arthur tries to look ahead to the future he fears, and I, traveling in the opposite direction, look ahead to the future I fear, and I realize that there is no difference, that this is the humiliating state in which man both enters and leaves the world, and that he had better learn to cherish the time in between, for it is all that he has.\u00a0 p. 142<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Merlin finally tells Arthur that he will die the death he wants.
There isn\u2019t really any story here, but it\u2019s not a bad mood piece.
*** (Good). 5,050 words.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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