Today we would like you to meet César Santivañez, one of the "Steampunk Writers Around the World" authors. César has contributed the short story "LAS CADENAS INFINITAS", one of the stories you will be able to read in Spanish.
Above, you can see Jay Johnstone's image created for this particular story. Jay is also responsible for creating the cover of the anthology.
Comic book script writing teacher at the Mostron Comics workshop (2009-2011). In Peru, he published several articles about script writing in magazines such as Huaico, Lima Gris and Artefacto. In Spain, he collaborated in magazines such as Exégesis and Gibralfaro (Faculty of Humanities, University of Málaga). He participated as a conceptual artist in the “Comics en Edición Limitada” exhibition (Lima, 2010) and in the “Panóptica 3.5” exhibition (Lima, 2014). His graphic novel “Las moscas no vuelan de noche” (Contracultura, 2010) has been on sale at the 30th Barcelona’s international comic fair. Finalist to the “En amor a dos” literary contest (Spain, 2014) and honorable mention at the 11th PUCP Comic Contest (Lima, 2014). Nowadays he works as a writer for the “Panóptica” (Dogma Editorial) and “La Chola Power” (Perú.21) comic book series. He teaches narrative, script writing and character design courses at Toulouse Lautrec and San Ignacio de Loyola institutes (Lima). He’s also the head writer of the comic book themed blog of the Perú.21 journal.
You can pre-order your copy on our website, through your usual outlets, or even pick up a copy in Helsinki, during the Worldcon!
You can hear all about the anthology and César's involvement from the man himself. Here is the link to his English interview.
We leave you with a little teaser of César Santivañez's story. Enjoy!
LAS CADENAS INFINITAS
Las once menos cuarto y las cosas no parecían haber mejorado. La enorme barcaza de níquel decorada con grandes velas verticales bautizada como S.S. Malinowski aún flotaba, inerte, en las costas del Callao. Mal presagio, considerando que el armatoste debía haber abandonado la costa hacía tres horas. Si así recibían la primera noche de 1855, nadie se atrevía a suponer cómo sería el resto del año.