The 2013 Advent Calender: For the 25 days of Christmas, I will be blogging each day about a miscellaneous thing I love. Not necessarily a big thing, not necessarily a small thing and not in any order.
There have been several articles in the last few years about what exactly steampunk is. Boiled down to the literals, its a genre of fantasy that imagines a world where technology continued to be powered by steam, rather than anything else. But that’s such a precise explanation that it hardly seems to capture the spirit.
Steampunk is the ticking of clockwork deep in the foggy heart of history; a delighted skip of a ladies feet on cobbles, the swish of her dress and the waving tower of her hat, striding along below a sky full of floating airships, captained by devilish pirates and beautiful belles. Steampunk is wrought out of brass, sand and leather, corseted, trussed, sailing above clouds, done up in goggles, doffing a top hat as it gallantly quests into cabinets of curiosities. Steampunk is automatons ticking gently, inhuman eyes fogging in the steam rising from a teacup, wreathed in opium and smog, as it recedes into the shadow. Steampunk is time turned back by the ticking hands of a pocketwatch.