Will McMahon

Jan 16, 2025 | lightspeedmagazine.com | Wendy Wagner |Will McMahon

The dancer switches the camera on as his ship falls into orbit around the black hole; the opening image of his unmuscled chest squeezed beneath translucent polyester blasts out toward a thousand points of watching light. He’s shaved his body for the first time in his life, the nicks of the razor lingering in little scabbing cuts. He hits the music, and the camera pans out, framing the blue-sequined form of his body as his feet touch the floor with the first kiss of gravity.

Dec 27, 2024 | mediacat.uk | Will McMahon

In today’s advertising landscape, diversity plays a crucial role in shaping consumer engagement and brand loyalty. Recent data from Spark Foundry’s Insights Accelerated report looking at data from Q3 of this year reveals that while there has been an increase in sentiment toward representation in advertising post-election, there has also been an 18% increase in consumers who perceive representation as performative or tokenistic.

Nov 22, 2024 | psychopomp.com | Will McMahon

Winner of the 2024 Ursula K. Le Guin Prize for Fiction, Anne de Marcken’s It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over (New Directions, 2024) is an exploration of the self-erosive tendencies of grief, in which the psychological effects of an all-consuming loss are literalized into a post-apocalyptic landscape of shattered communities and marauding zombies. It’s also very good.

Jun 24, 2024 | honey.nine.com.au | Will McMahon

Opinion -- I felt for Cody Simpson, earlier this week. This surprised me, because when I first interviewed him, I thought he was arrogant. His pants were too low and he was taking a video of Woody and I to send to his (then) girlfriend, Miley. But I feel for him now, because after trying his hand at acting, singing, dating someone high profile and swimming, he'll be haunted by every "personality's" grim reaper: irrelevancy.

Mar 7, 2024 | lightspeedmagazine.com | Wendy Wagner |Will McMahon

I was born normal enough, except that I was four days late, which isn’t so much, and slightly jaundiced, which isn’t unusual, and had a raccoon for an arm, which is admittedly strange. It wasn’t my whole arm—I was human to the elbow. And it wasn’t a whole raccoon—there were no back legs. At the joint where my left humerus was meant to meet radius and ulna, the vertebrae of the raccoon’s spinal column began instead. The obstetrician was understandably a bit put out.