And at the Risk of Being Boring . . .

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. . . there's yet MORE good news for me!  I'm up for the Sturgeon Award!

Here's the short-list:

"The Gambler", Paolo Bacigalupi (Fast Forward 2)
"The Political Prisoner", Charles Coleman Finlay (F&SF 8/08) 
"True Names", Cory Doctorow & Benjamin Rosenbaum (Fast Forward 2)
"The Ray Gun: A Love Story", James Alan Gardner (Asimov's 2/08) 
"Memory Dog", Kathleen Ann Goonan (Asimov's 4-5/08)
"The Tear", Ian McDonald (Galactic Empires)
"Special Economics", Maureen McHugh (The Del Rey Book of Science Fiction and Fantasy)
"His Master's Voice", Hanu Rajaniemi (Interzone #218) 
"From Babel's Fall'n Glory We Fled", Michael Swanwick (Asimov's 2/08). 

Kij Johnson's "26 Monkeys, Also the Abyss" (Asimov's, 7/08) was also a finalist.  But because Johnson was a juror, she removed it from consideration.  Which was a classy thing to do.  Particularly since "26 Monkeys, Also the Abyss" is widely held to be a front-runner for the Hugo.  Which it's also been nominated for.

So . . . my hat's off to the lady with ethical standards.  And congratulations to all the other nominees.

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One Page from the Scribbledehobbledehoydenii

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I've started scanning random pages from my notebooks -- the Scribbledehobbledehoydenii, as I've named them because, well, because I could -- which I plan to post in plenitude when the next novel comes out. In the meantime, up above is a preview. This is a picture that I tore from a magazine and pasted down and then extemporized a story upon. The point of doing this? To impose a first-draft discipline on myself. "First thought, best thought," as the beats used to say. Transparently untrue though that is.

And the story itself? It goes as follows:

I know what you're thinking, but don't be afraid. I'm a doctor, a mentalist, I've sworn the Hippocratic Oath.

Actually, no I haven't and no I'm not. I bought this empath mask in a yard sale and that's why you're lying on that bed, strapped motionless, hand and foot, and unable to remember how you got here. I'm going to play mind games with you now, and then we'll play body games.

Oh, hahaha! You believed me. No, I'm really a doctor. For real. But to get access to your deepest fears and memories, I had to pretend to be a mental predator. You don't need worry about them -- they're few, disorganized, and in hiding.

Perhaps.

Did you ever stop to think how much fun it would be to play with a conventional little mind like your own? One that's surprised by what pleasure another might get out of introducing it to the possibility of creative agony?

It could be fun. It could be grand.

Okay, I've got your readings now and therapy can begin. Don't worry, this is all for your own good.

You may experience a little pain.

"Here We Go"

by M. S.

12/03/08

Oh, and despite the date that Blogspot is going to put on it, this is my Monday blog. I'm going to be traveling, though, and thought I should post it early.

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Sushi and Martinis Friday

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It's summer in Philadelphia and it's a Friday, which in my house means Sushi and Martinis for dinner.  So you will pardon me if I'm experiencing a certain lack of ambition.

Today's news is that the latest New York Review of Science Fiction has just come out, with (among other things) my review of TH.2058 and Tom Purdom's latest installment of When I Was Writing.  It's always a pleasure to share a magazine with Tom, and this time is no exception.

If you haven't read Tom Purdom's literary memoir, then you really should.  Tom had the (in retrospect) blindingly obvious insight that what's interesting about writers is not their political opinions, or the places they go, or their dicta on the social aspects of technology, but rather . . . what they write.  So he's been going through his career, story by story, telling us what he wrote, why he wrote it, and what ideas went into each story.

It's grand stuff.  You can check it out at Tom's web site.   The first ten installments of his memoir are here.

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Yet MORE Good News For Me

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I am now officially one of the Guests of Honor for the World Fantasy Convention. (The others are Lisa Snellings, Ann and Jeff Vandermeer, and of course Garth Nix, who is the bull goose guest of honor.) You can read the news here.

The WFC will be held this Halloween weekend (October 29-November 1) in San Jose, California. People tell me it's beautiful there. Plus, World Fantasy has a higher ratio of People You've Heard Of to Those You've Not than any other convention in the world. Just in case you're thinking of going.

And if you do, be sure to say Hi. I'll be there too.


And this is what artistic discourse comes to in my house . . .

I was talking about Louise Bourgeois's giant spiders (there's at least a fleeting glimpse of them in this trailer) yesterday, and my son, Sean, put on a superior face. "When it comes to giant spiders," he said, "I prefer La Princesse."

Then he sent me to the following video:



And . . . I dunno . . . it seemed to me that the clash between high and low art was never murkier than it is here.

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The True Face of the Duma

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I'm still working away busily on the Darger and Surplus novel, in which they finally reach Moscow, determined to make their fortune there.

Two years ago, I went to Moscow to research the novel and scout out locations. And I am here to tell you that Moscow is a very strange place. How strange? Check out the above photo of the Duma, which is, as you surely know, the lower house of the Russian Parliament.

I swear to God, the photo is unretouched.

So what's going on? The unearthly face is a reflection from enormous billboards directly across the street from the Duma. The billboards showed what looked to be the cast of a science fiction television series, and probably a comic one at that. But, though we asked everybody we could about it, we could find out nothing. Nobody knew anything about them.

There are no facts in Russia, only dueling conspiracy theories.

The show, whatever it was, appears to have disappeared without a trace. The block-long billboards on one of the most prominent streets in Russia must have cost unspeakable amounts of money. For an explanation, I can only refer you to Victor Pelevin's Babalon. Pelevin understands Russia. I sure don't.

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Yet MORE Mirrlees News!

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I was almost stumped for what to post today, because while I have Good News for Me, I'm sworn to secrecy until it becomes public.  

But then, in the mailbox, comes a note from Dr. Sandeep Parmar, who is preparing a volume of Hope Mirrlees' poetry.  This will include all of her published poetry, including the storied Paris, a poem, plus unpublished works from the Mirrlees archives at Newnham College.

The book will be out "the next year or so" from Carcanet Press.

This is particularly good news for those of us who don't have, oh, let's say five thousand dollars, to spring for the original chapbook of Paris.  Which is, after all number 5 on the Hogarth Press checklist.

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Road Trip, Interrupted

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I'm still traveling, and it's been a busy week. Two days ago I was in Washington, D.C, to give a talk at the Library of Congress. Then a quick interview taping for Fast Forward, and into the car and up to Pittsburgh on family business.

Along the way I caught the Louise Bourgeois show at the Hirshhorn. (http://hirshhorn.si.edu/exhibitions/view.asp?key=21&subkey=51) Wonderful stuff! If you get the chance, you should definitely go.

The big news, however, is that The Dragons of Babel (flogging which is the reason this blog exists, remember) is a top five finalist for best fantasy novel in the Locus Awards. So I am happy. Here's the category lineup:

• The Shadow Year, Jeffrey Ford (Morrow)
• Lavinia, Ursula K. Le Guin (Harcourt)
• The Bell at Sealey Head, Patricia A. McKillip (Ace)
• The Dragons of Babel, Michael Swanwick (Tor)
• An Evil Guest, Gene Wolfe (Tor)

Can you say apples, oranges, pine trees, bicycles, and engine blocks, boys and girls? A delightful set.

My collection is also up, as witness the following:

COLLECTION

• Pump Six and Other Stories, Paolo Bacigalupi (Night Shade Books)
• The Drowned Life, Jeffrey Ford (HarperPerennial)
• Pretty Monsters, Kelly Link (Viking)
• The Best of Lucius Shepard, Lucius Shepard (Subterranean Press)
• The Best of Michael Swanwick, Michael Swanwick (Subterranean Press)

But the single most interesting category has got to be:

YOUNG-ADULT NOVEL

• Little Brother, Cory Doctorow (Tor)
• The Graveyard Book, Neil Gaiman (HarperCollins, Bloomsbury)
• Tender Morsels, Margo Lanagan (Knopf)
• Nation, Terry Pratchett (Doubleday UK, HarperCollins)
• Zoe's Tale, John Scalzi (Tor)

To which I can only say: Wow.

You can check out the full list at:

http://www.locusmag.com/News/2009/04/2009-locus-award-finalists.html

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