August 2nd, 2006

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ellen_kushner owes me a beer.

...and cheshyre, you owe me some sort of read-that-one-so-you-didn't-have-to consolation prize.

Book #53: Chris Hunt, Mignon

ellen_kushner presented me with this book at Readercon, as a sort of joke. For those of you joining us in progress, I've been reviewing (and occasionally sporking) Marlowe and Shakespeare and Jonson fiction and biography in my blog for the past three years or so. I think she wanted to test me.

Well, I showed her.

I read it.

Oh, dear. This is a sort of category romance with a good deal of sodomy in it, as queer not-terribly-erotica goes an honest enough example of its type, I suppose. But the protagonist is a thoroughly unlikable chap who spends paragraphs musing on the plumpness of his thighs, the other characters are more or less faceless, and while the plot might reveal itself upon inspection with more sophisticated tools than I had at hand, I was unable to discern it.

Although, in its defense, the sex scenes are less winceable--though much vaguer--than the ones in either Tamburlaine Must Die or Young Will. So at least that's something.

I am not, in short, the target audience for this one.

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Pimp your ride.

a noble quest:

rachelmanija is looking for narrative nonfiction about cities. Good (at least in some people's estimation) narrative nonfiction about cities.

Go help a writer out.



a neat toy:

I appear to have been LibraryThing's 100th published author member. They threw me a party! (It really is a cool thing, and the booklogging is much easier than I expected. Keyword search! No nasty ISBN typing!)


a noble experiment:

The second issue of Jim Baen's Universe is up. Which I pimp because I was in the first issue ("The Cold Blacksmith," a story about Morgan and Weyland long, long, long before Blood & Iron is set), the subscription is a measly USD 30.00, and the first issue had papersky, autopope, and many many famous people (David Brin, Gregory Benford, Alan Dean Foster, Sarah Zettel, mrissa, Julie Czerneda, Gene Wolfe, etc, etc, yanno, them) in it.

This current issue prints the likes of wen_spencer, my multiple-imprint-mate Kevin Anderson, Garth Nix, L.E. Modesitt, Jr., MORE Gregory Benford, that Cory Doctorow guy, Esther Friesner, Clifford Simak, etc etc etc.

So, um. If you were of the opinion that it was going to be nothing but mech droids and battleships... it's not. And it's a pretty cheap price, for a lot of (uncopyprotected) fiction. (Compare your news-stand digest subscription price for number of words.)

Dude! Cory Doctorow! and Wen Spencer! and Esther Friesner! and Gene Wolfe! and Jo Walton! Between the same virtual covers. That's whaddaya call it range.

(And if I'm pimping hard, it's because I believe in paying markets for online fiction. Because they are easy, and they reach readers all over the world. And not only do they pay well, but you should see the illos they gave me. And I'm not in this issue, so I can pimp it without shame! *g* )

(Also, if they stay afloat, they might buy the hopelessly self-indulgent Jenny-and-Razorface story I just sent them, and then you could read that. [please note, that's an "and," not a "/". Minds, gutter, etc.])



another noble experiment:

In the interests of also pimping something I am printed in, y'all can still get Mr. Scalzi's guest-edited All-Cliché issue of Subterranean Magazine here.

In case you are of the sort who says "There are no new ideas!" you can buy them for your crit group and prove yourself right, after all.



And there you are.
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ten things that may encourage my growth as an artist

10. The reader is always going to see something I didn't. Conversely, she's always going to not see something I thought I did.
9. Write what I'm willing to learn about.
8. If there isn't any mud, there isn't any story. Honesty is not pretty.
7. Get in, get dirty, and get out.
6. Go ahead and wipe out. A bellyflop stings, but there's no lasting damage, and it's more fun to watch than somebody climbing carefully down the ladder, checking the temperature with her toes.
5. If there's a good answer on either side, it's not much of an argument.
4. If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun.
3. Shakespeare was a hack.
2. Guidelines and rules are only useful until I've internalized them. Then they become techniques--or cages.
1. It's not worth eating unless it's bigger than my head.

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la la la la la la la la

Since I've essentially been spamming livejournal all day, it seems like a good time to carry on with that. Every so often I get asked if I listen to music while writing, and if so what kind. And the answer is yes, obsessively and eclectically. And furthermore, I go so far as to make playlists of songs for each work in progress.

Sometimes they are short--the short story "Sounding" had a playlist of exactly three songs, as I recall, and I am lucky kit_kindred didn't put a shovel through my head by the time I had it written. (The songs were, IIRC, Billy Joel's "The Downeaster Alexa," Jethro Tull's "The Whaler's Dues," and Cris Williamson's "Leviathan." There may have been one other one.)

"Sonny Liston Takes The Fall" had a four song playlist: John Gorka's "Dream Street," Mark Knopfler's "Song for Sonny Liston," Dan Fogerlberg's "Run for the Roses," and three versions of "The Boxer": Simon & Garfunkle, Simon & Garfunkle (live), and Emmylou Harris.

Anyway, I present for you inspection and amusement, partial and expurgated and abridged soundtracks for various recent or forthcoming novels. Because I thought it might be fun.

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Actually, that probably tells you a good deal about the book.

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...yeah, cheerful book.

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There. That was a perfect waste of an evening. *g* And you know. I am really happy right now. It's nice to not be scrambling for six nigh-impossible deadlines.