Turns out I have fans in Russia (I was even going to meet some of them last month, but plans fell through at the last minute). Two of them— photographer Pavel Hotulevs and model Aija (last name unknown, but that’s okay because the first name is awesome just by itself) collaborated on a Starfish shoot which, in my humble estimation, really captures the atmosphere of that book. Lenie asleep on the seabed, where it’s only dark when the lights are on; Lenie eyeing the fragments of a shattered mirror as a piece of Ken Lubin stares back from the wall.
Certain details are off, of course— Clarke’s blonde in the books, and Fischer was the only rifter to unseal his hood out on the rift— but the essence is dead on. That mannequin face, that expressionless mask laid so carefully over the hair-triggered explosives beneath— that is Lenie Clarke.
Don’t know how impressed I am by this thumbnail layout— while I usually just stick my graphics into an html table, today I’m trying out WordPress’s relatively-limited “gallery” function— but if you click on one three times you get to see the whole picture in all its monochromatic glory. And as a special bonus, if you drop your eyes a line or two you can also get a load of “R.S.”s Rorschach tattoo, inked and needled by Daniel Cotte at North Star Tattoo in NYC.
(PS io9 stuck Beyond the Rift on their “Must Read” list for Autumn 2013.)