"Paul J. McAuley & Kim Newman - In Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mcauley Paul J)

S
ambada: musical composition in 2/4 rhythm characterised by massed
drum-ming, remixed sampled material and extended electric guitar
improvisation.

Also: sambada: a popular dance originating from the conur-bations of
Alto California province, to the above-mentioned musical composition,
especially as performed during the annual pre-Lenten carnival.

Also: sambada: a social gathering at which sambada is danced and
performed.

Sambada school: a collection of individuals, usually of one shanty
district (see cabaña) incorporating musicians, dancers, costume
designers, etc. who represent their district in the carnival parade and
sambada competition.

sambadero(a): a man or woman wise in the ways of sambada.

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Run, Annunciato

Do not doubt they are behind you, pouring down the steep alleys of
Birimbao Hill. Do not doubt that theirs are the voices whooping and
cheering, theirs the wolf cries and the laughter like whips, echoing among
the shanties and favelas. Do not doubt that theirs is the batteria surging
through the trash streets and dirt squares, drums beating beating you from
wherever you try to hide. And never for one instant imagine that they will
ever give up until they catch you and kill you. For they are the Lobos de
Sangre, and no wolf will abandon the chase until it has tasted blood.

Grasped in Annunciato’s right hand, the glass guitar gently bleeds.

Thoughts of escape, Annunciato? That maybe if you can reach the
boulevard you will be able to lose them among the holographic saints and
neon madonnas and videowall advertisements for Coke and Sony and
cannbarillos? Prayers, Annunciato? Oh Mary, dazzle them with your neon
halo, oh gay St Sebastian, send your laser arrows into their eyes?

Better to run, Annunciato. The freeway has new gods now, new
deities born out of the media remix. They are gauche and inexpert, but
enthusiastic.

Nissans and Toyotas cut smoking rubber hexagrams into the blacktop
as Annunciato and his glass guitar weave between the bumper-to-bumpers
crowding the five lanes inbound and five lanes outbound: Hey boy you tired
of living, stupid favelado, cabañero you want to mash yourself all over
my hood ornaments I am only too happy to oblige you where he steal