Once Again, The Best of Michael Swanwick

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For the second time in my life, Subterranean Press is issuing a The Best of Michael Swanwick, this time collecting all the best of my fiction written after the first collection. This is, of course, a very big deal for me and I'm extremely happy about it.

The book will be issued in July of this year in a signed limited edition of one thousand. It costs fifty dollars which is a pretty good price if you're a collector, and judging by the first book, it should be a beautifully-made object.

Here are the contents:

• Introduction: The Apple Tree, the Vacuum Tubes, and All the World Besides
• The Mongolian Wizard
• The Man in Grey
• Ancient Engines
• Starlight Express
• Urdumheim
• Tin Marsh
• Dragon Slayer
• Steadfast Castle
• Nirvana or Bust
• The Last Geek
• Of Finest Scarlet Was Her Gown
• Eighteen Songs by Debussy
• The She-Wolf’s Hidden Grin
• Moon Dogs
• Huginn and Muninn—and What Came After
• The Dala Horse
• Libertarian Russia
• Dreadnought
• An Episode of Stardust
• The Skysailor’s Tale
• Ghost Ships
• An Empty House with Many Doors
• Annie Without Crow
• Passage of Earth
• The New Prometheus
• For I Have Lain Me Down on the Stone
• of Loneliness and I’ll Not Be Back Again
• The Beast of Tara
• Pushkin the American
• “Hello,” Said the Stick”
• There Was an Old Woman
• The Bordello in Faerie
• Cloud
• The Woman Who Shook the World Tree
• Goblin Lake
• The Last Days of Old Night
• The Scarecrow’s Boy
• Universe Box

Among the above are the first Mongolian Wizard story and the most recent tale of Darger and Surplus; my homage to Gene Wolfe; the closest thing (and not very close at that) I'll ever write to an autobiography; a story containing not one word of fiction, though I did change the names; an Icelandic origin story I felt needed to exist; and two stories inspired by my visits to Russia in far happier times. Some of these stories are my absolute favorites among all that I've written. And, though it is immodest to say so out loud, I think they show that my writing has gotten better since the first Best of Me was published.

If you're interested in pre-ordering a copy, you can find the order page here.  Or you can just go to the Subterranean Press website and wander about, marveling at how many books there are that you'd love to own there.

And since I know you're curious . . .

Here's how the introduction begins:

Once upon a time, there was a girl who on a summer’s day would climb the apple tree in her back yard to read books. She knew already that she would grow up to be a biologist. Five hundred miles away lived a boy with vacuum tubes in his pockets. He was going to be an inventor. Once he built a rocket ship from a broken ladder, a battered trash can lid, and scrap lumber, though it never actually flew. He too read books.

 And it goes on from there.

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