Bradbury, Bookmarks and Toadstools: A Delightfully Busy Week

After a lovely week sequestered in Bucks County with the always-entertaining Paisley Stocking Society, it’s time to leap into a busy week of Doing Writerly Stuff. Want to join me? Here’s where I’ll be:

Wednesday, July 21st

Ray Bradbury in Conversation with Sam Weller at McNally Jackson Books, 7pm

I’m not in any way involved with this one. I’m just attending, and I think you should too. Sam Weller has compiled ten years’ worth of his interviews with Mr. Bradbury into Listen to the Echoes: the Ray Bradbury Interviews. Sam Weller will be present in person to launch the book, and Ray Bradbury will be Skyping in to take questions. McNally’s event space is wonderful but very small, so if you plan to attend, you should probably show up a little early.

Reason #54 that I love Ray Bradbury is this piece of advice for writers: I have three rules to live by. One, get your work done. If that doesn’t work, shut up and drink your gin. And when all else fails, run like hell!

McNally Jackson Books
52 Prince Street, between Lafayette and Mulberry Streets, NYC 10012
212-274-1160

Thursday, July 22nd

Book Mark Shoppe Kids’ Book Club, 6pm

I’ll be visiting Bay Ridge, Brooklyn’s BookMark Shoppe, where they’re hosting a book club discussion of The Boneshaker for ages 10-15 .  I believe I have also convinced the amazing Andrea Offermann, the illustrator behind the beautiful images in The Boneshaker, to come ALL THE WAY FROM GERMANY TO ATTEND THIS BOOK CLUB. Seriously.  (She is coming all the way from Germany, and she is coming to the book club. So it’s mostly true.) I should mention that it could not be easier to get here, so I don’t want to hear any griping from parents in Manhattan and other non-Brooklyn boroughs. Take the Brooklyn-bound R train to 86th Street and 4th Ave. Walk one avenue west to 3rd and two streets north to 84th. If you want to speed things up by taking the N to 59th and walking across the platform to the R, you’ll cut your time down even further.  Don’t be lazy. Brooklyn is calling.

The Book Mark Shoppe
8415 3rd Ave, Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, 11209
718-833-5115

Sunday, July 25th

“Writing Fantasy for Children and Teens” Panel, Toadstool Bookshop, Milford, NH, 2pm-4pm

This should be a ton of fun. I’ll be part of a panel with six authors I just love, and we’ll be talking all aspects of, well, writing fantasy for children and teens. Come out and visit! With Ellen Booraem (The Unnameables), Chris Brodien-Jones (The Owl Keeper), Leah Cypess (Mistwood), Marissa Doyle (Betraying Season, Bewitching Season), Deva Fagan (Fortune’s Folly, The Magical Misadventures of Prunella Bogthistle), Angie Frazier (Everlasting), and yours truly.

Toadstool Bookshop
Lorden Plaza, Milford, NH
603-673-1734

So that’s my week of excitement. Hope to see you somewhere along the way! Oh, and here’s another Ray Bradbury quote to tide you over until Wednesday: All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, yeah, there’s a story.

July 19th, 2010 by Kate | No Comments »

Bookish Treasures on a Sweltering July Afternoon

It’s been something over a hundred degrees outside for most of the month, and far, far too hot to think. I’ve been revising (or, given the inversely proportional relationship in my world between rising temperatures and intellectual capability, let’s say I’ve been attempting to revise) so singlemindedly that I haven’t really had time to visit my own website and I miss posting, so I have shaken off my torpor as best I can to post about some recent bookish treasure finds I re-discovered when I cleaned my writing room last week!

The Verse by the Side of The Road: The Story of the Burma-Shave Signs and Jingles, by Frank Rowsome, Jr.

The line up at the very top exclaims that this book “contains all 600 of the roadside rhymes.” The appendix at the end has them broken down by year, beginning in 1927 and going through 1963.

The Complete Book of Party Games, by Alexander van Rensselaer (Author of The Complete Party Book)

Don’t worry. Even if you are a party game novice you can use this book. It has a useful chapter on planning, introducing, and directing party games and activities, with hints on performing parlor magic, plus there’s a whole chapter on selecting partners, and the games themselves are broken down into Active Games for the Hardy, Dramatic Games for the Thespians, Games for the Quick-Witted, Pencil and Paper Games, Outdoor Games for Picnickers…Stunts…Table Games…Stunts for Dancers…Parlor Magic…

Goblin Market, by Christina Rossetti

You’ve got to love it when the jacket sleeve includes a blurb from Playboy. This one reads: “Born out of a storm of guilt and emotion…It is a lewd goblin that rises dripping out of the dark depths of the Victorian psyche.” Super.

Thanatopsis, by William Cullen Bryant

This one lacks the elegant testimonial from Playboy, but it does have an inscription: Gertrude Candall, from Unity Sunday School, Xmas, 1894.


Raphael’s Astronomical Ephemeris  of the Planet’s Places, 1800-1819

Nothing but awesome tables. I have no idea how to read them, but I am sure they are full of useful information.

So there are a few of the weird things I have added to my collection this month. Coming as soon as I stop banging my head against the wall in an effort to to finish my current draft: July events, some updates on the shameless review page, the transition from my full-time day job to a delightful part-time gig at my favorite bookstore, and my amazing discovery that the kids who live upstairs are the best writing tools EVER, plus some amazing subway reading. Happy July, everyone!

July 14th, 2010 by Kate | 3 Comments »

Books of Wonder and Places of Sanctuary

I get to hang out at one of my favorite bookstores this Saturday in an author-like fashion!

First things first, because otherwise this update will get buried in the post below, but this Saturday, 6/12, I’ll be visiting Books of Wonder to take part in a panel on YA and MG fantasy along with Neal Shusterman and Scott Mebus. The event takes place from 12-2pm, and looks to be a lot of fun–we’ll be reading and taking questions, so now I’m debating: what part to read? For anyone who hasn’t already read the book, this will be a meaningless question, but if anyone out there has (and there are at least twenty-five of you that I know for sure have, so speak up), what are your thoughts? So far I’ve read the first part of the story of Old Tom, ending right before the contest with the devil actually begins. I was also thinking it might be fun to read either the phrenology demonstration from the Nostrum Fair, or, for something a little creepier, the scene from Jake Limberleg’s consultation wagon (although that last scene does include something of a small spoiler). Anybody want to voice an opinion?

And now, a visit to the Odd Trails.

(If you’d like to skip the paragraph of reminiscence that follows, please do so and scroll directly down to the slideshow below. I won’t hold it against you.)

Among my favorite things to do is drive and look for interesting places. When I was growing up near Annapolis, my family used to take a day now and then to get in the car and go driving in search of…well, whatever we happened to find. Sometimes we had a plan of sorts, but more often we’d just pick a direction and meander. We’d stop if we saw a big old antique mall or a flea market; we’d follow handwritten signs to find a boat for sale somewhere down an unpaved road that took us an hour south of where we’d left Route 50; we’d detour to take a ferry crossing because why not, it’s a ferry! and take off our shoes and walk along the beach until the boat showed up to take us across to pick up the drive on the other side. I still love driving around looking at stuff. The longer I live in New York City and find myself rushing to get everywhere and feeling like I must make the best possible use of every moment of the day, the more important it seems to me to stop doing that every now and then and just let the road take as long as it wants to get me where I’m going.

Last week after the book signing with the unspeakably awesome Leah Cypess at Pandemonium Books, I stayed overnight in Sturbridge, Mass. The next day I found a listing on Roadside America for the Good Time Stove Company, and trusty Google Maps indicated about an hour and a half drive from my hotel in Sturbridge. According to the company’s website the shop was open by appointment or chance, so I called and left a message and not five minutes later, Mr. Richardson called back to say I certainly could come by, and to suggest that I hurry over so that I could take a proper look before it rained.

It took me about two hours of totally beautiful driving, but I got there. When I did, I met Sara, the Stove Princess, who in turn took me to meet her father, Richard “Stove Black” Richardson, who literally stopped his day to take me on a tour of what turned out to be one of the most amazing places I ever hope to visit: next to the Stove Company is the Richardsons’ home, and behind that is the Three Sisters Sanctuary, which Mr. Richardson has been building with the help of local artists and artisans for over two decades.

I am not sure how to begin to tell you about this place, or about the family of which it is part. I spent easily two hours there, more than half of which Mr. Richardson spent with me, showing me around the Sanctuary and telling me the stories of how it came to be, what inspired this part or that, and of particularly memorable moments that occurred there. At one point, it did rain very briefly, and we stood side by side under the umbrella I’d bought for a dollar a ways down the road while he continued his tales. Once the shower passed, we sat on huge rocks that just happened to be perfectly shaped to serve as easy chairs and chatted beside a grassy ampitheatre.

The place is magical to begin with, but the fact that the artist would take so much time out of his day to share it with a perfect stranger who just happened to be passing by really brought it to life. And, as if by design, my cell phone simply would not work while I was there. There was nothing to disturb the harmony of the place, except my utter disgust that I had only a little point-and-shoot digital camera with me rather than an SLR. I would’ve sold my soul at that point for my second-hand Canon and some reversal film. Still, you get the idea.

Rather than trying to tell any of Mr. Richardson’s stories, I beg you to go yourself if you can, and ask him how the Sanctuary came to be. Call ahead so that you can be sure it’s open that day. I promise it will be well worth the trip.

June 8th, 2010 by Kate | 2 Comments »

This Wednesday at Pandemonium; BEA; and Some Very Important Questions

Updates! I gots ‘em!

This Wednesday, I’ll be signing at Pandemonium Books in Cambridge, Mass with Leah Cypess, author of Mistwood.

I just finished Mistwood yesterday, by the way, and it’s absolutely wonderful. I’ll do a Subway Literature post on it after the signing, but in the meantime, let me just say I read it in what would’ve been one sitting if I hadn’t had to work this weekend. It follows Isabel, herself a creature of legend in the world of the book: she is the Shifter, a preternaturally powerful bodyguard/assassin/adviser to the King of Samorna. The Shifter sometimes leaves the court, but always returns when her King requires her protection. Isabel is called from the Mistwood, her home and place of strength, by Rokan, a king with reason to fear for his throne. There’s fast-moving intrigue and several really excellent twists, and Isabel is a stellar character. I’m going to stop myself from saying more until after the signing, but I definitely recommend it. So come by if you can, this Wednesday, 6/2, at 7pm.

Pandemonium Books & Games
4 Pleasant Street
Cambridge, MA 02139

Last week, Book Expo America came to NYC.

I wasn’t able to attend the first day (bummer and a half, because there were some panels I would have loved to have had the chance to attend), but on Tuesday night I stopped by the Steam Salon at Madame X in Soho to hear readings from Felix Gilman, George Mann, Catherynne M. Valente (recent winner of the Andre Norton award for The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making, which I loved desperately), and Cherie Priest. No, I did not wear the very cool veil I made in order to turn my dress into an appropriate costume–I took it with me but then I kind of wussed out (I’m not very good at costumes)–but I did get to meet Cherie, who was completely awesome, and who didn’t seem to think it was weird that after a couple scotches I felt it was really important to give her a giant thank-you hug (or maybe two) for being so cool about the title fiasco.

On Wednesday I made it to BEA for a video interview with a very nice woman from Amazon and the “Speed Dating” event with children’s librarians and booksellers, which was a bit of a blur but a lot of fun. Wednesday night Nathan and I stopped by Books of Wonder, where several tween and teen authors were reading. I will admit we went mainly to see Cory Doctorow. We’re both huge fans, but I particularly wanted to meet Cory to say thank you for his beautiful review of The Boneshaker on BoingBoing.net. We also picked up his new YA, For The Win, which I read in two days (although this required some ignoring of Nathan, which he has still not forgiven me for). Then on Thursday I had a chance to really wander around the main floor after lunch with Jeri Smith-Ready (whose awesome new paranormal YA Shade launched at the beginning of May) and Sarah Beth Durst (a finalist for the Andre Norton award for her gorgeous fairytale retelling, Ice). Jeri and Sarah had attended the entire conference, and considering I felt pretty brain-dead after my one event, I have no idea how they were capable of holding conversations by that point.

BEA is seriously overwhelming, and I don’t get the impression this is just my perception as a first-time attendee. Next year I will have a bit more of a plan in place. For one thing, that trade floor is absolutely made for a scavenger hunt. Filing that thought away.

Oh, another cool thing happened, during but unrelated to BEA. I got a message from a former co-worker that she’d spotted this in AM New York, a free daily newspaper, on Wednesday:

See it? There on the right hand side? Here it is, a little closer:

And now, as promised, Some Very Important Questions, in honor of the Pandemonium Event, from my oldest little brother, Buddy Chell.

Buddy Chell: If you were leveling a Blood Elf Mage for PvE play, would you spec him/her as a Frost Mage, Fire Mage, or Arcane Fire Mage?

Kate Milford: Good question, Buddy! While being a Frost Mage sounds wicked cool, I think I would feel obligated to spec him/her as an Arcane Fire Mage because the town in my book is called Arcane. On the other hand, being a Frost Mage would probably give me greater personal satisfaction, because Nathan hates the cold and I think I would feel very powerful if I could cast some awesome Frost Mage badassery at him to annoy him whenever I wanted.

(Nathan Milford, from across the room: Good luck. I would cast Ice Barrier at level eight and absorb only 3% of the damage, assuming Kate could really roll against my armor class and hit THAC0. She’d need a d30. *laughs maniacally*)

BC: What level Jewelcrafter are you? Can you transmute epic gems?

KM: I am a level two Jewelcrafter, master of crafting from antique shrimp forks and camera parts. No, I can’t transmute epic gems, but I can beat up any of those lame Jewelcrafters who make stuff out of yarn and elbow macaroni. Take that, kindergarteners.

BC: How many heroic dailies do you run?

KM: Okay, what the hell does that even mean?

(NM: I always live by my old dungeonmaster’s motto: We are armed to the teeth for your protection.

KM: How is that relevant?

NM: It’s relevant because it’s awesome.)

BC: Do you prefer to tank or be dps as a feral druid?

KM: Tank is a verb? Other than in the sense of, man, I tanked my history final? I prefer not to tank history finals. I prefer not to be involved in history finals. What’s my other option? Feral druid? I pick that one.

BC: How often do you hang out in Goldshire pwning n00bs?

KM: As often as possible. Nothing else gives me satisfaction like pwning n00bs, especially in Goldshire. It’s my favorite place to pwn them.

(NM: Psh. I pwn n0obs in Ravenloft. In the mists of Ravenloft. In the mists.)

BC: Whats your guild’s name?

KM: The Yankee Clock Peddlers. Because trust me, nothing is more intimidating or sinister than a Yankee Clock Peddler. Seriously. Look it up, n00b.

And there you have it! I will be available to answer further questions this Wednesday. In the meantime, I leave you with this, which I couldn’t help but be reminded of. Happy Memorial Day!

May 31st, 2010 by Kate | 3 Comments »

Release Day!!

Never mind that the book’s been in stores for a couple of weeks and I appear to have lost my countdown widget–it’s Release Day! Oboyoboyoboyoboy!!

This weekend was great. Friday The Boneshaker was reviewed by Cory Doctorow on BoingBoing, which would’ve been enough excitement for one week, but then Saturday was the launch party. Steven at Ground Support threw us a great shindig, and I got to celebrate with assorted family and friends old and new, and I received as a gift two paintings by my cousin Mary’s three year old son Jack, one of which is, according to Mary’s labeling, a “Space Ship with Martin in it.” No, that’s not a misspelling; Martin is Jack’s imaginary friend. I am very excited about these paintings. Of course, I spent Sunday snoozing off the effects of the bar after the party (and panicking about the possibility of any faux pas I might’ve committed…but this is how I always spend the day after a night of a little too much drinking). All in all, social anxiety aside, a great launch weekend.

And the fun isn’t over yet! This week is Book Expo America here in New York, so besides participating in the “Speed Dating” event there on Wednesday, I’ll get to hang out with some friends and meet some folks I’ve only talked to online. And probably deal with more social anxiety afterward…or to be more precise, Nathan will have to deal with more of my social anxiety.

Sucks for him, kind of.

Before I sign off (because today is a work day), I would like to take this opportunity to offer a response to Saturday”s Fuse Number Eight post. In the last month I have been fortunate enough to have been reviewed by both Elizabeth Bird and her husband Matt, and (even better than that) have gotten the chance to spend time chatting with them both in person twice–although one of those times was on Saturday, and goodness knows what I sounded like at that point. Matt and Betsy, you guys are class acts and I’m honored to know you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

May 24th, 2010 by Kate | No Comments »

The Informed Voter Project Concludes: The Nebula Novel Finalists

Two days remain until this year’s Nebula Awards Banquet, and it’s time for the final installment of the Informed Voter Project covering the finalists in the novel category. I had read four of the six books before I decided to start this project; in fact, my enthusiasm for them is what made me decide this would be a fun series of posts to write, and the ones I hadn’t read yet turned out to be just as much fun as the ones I had. But I might be biased; places invariably turn out to be my favorite characters, and while I suppose you can’t write fantasy or science fiction without doing some worldbuilding, not all fantasy or sci-fi is rooted in place the way these books are. It makes for my favorite kind of reading.

Here we go.

The Windup Girl, Paolo Bacigalupi (Night Shade Books, Sep09)

Sometime in a not-too-distant future of bio-engineering and bio-terrorism, Thailand is one of the last outposts of the world not entirely controlled by calorie companies. The calorie companies’ agents are there, though: men like Anderson Lake who pose as less-threatening things like factory owners while they look for ways to exploit the relative bounty still to be found in Thailand. There are also a few “New People” like Emiko, a creche-grown woman abandoned in Thailand by her Japanese owner and now employed as a sex worker. Like the gene-hacked cats known as Cheshires, New People are just another example of the rampant bio-engineering that also causes the constant blights that threaten the world’s food supply, and as such, they are reviled in Thailand. But Bacigalupi’s Thailand is on the cusp of change, like it or not. The premises that form the foundation of this novel–the calorie monopolies and their machinations, and the results of so much bio-engineering, both for basic foodstuff and for humanity, are absolutely terrifying. The uncertainty of Emiko, who knows she was created but cannot bring herself to accept what she was created for, cannot stop hoping that she will find a way to function as a real person, is both frustrating and heartbreaking. The way that this world warps honor and dignity are both sad and horrifying. And yet, there is hope, and maybe even rescue, in the strangest of places.

The Love We Share Without Knowing, Christopher Barzak (Bantam, Nov08)

Set in present-day Japan and peopled with locals and expatriates, citydwellers and country folk, Barzak’s novel is structured like a collection of vignettes on the subject of love and unexpected connections. Each is told from the perspective of a different character or group of characters, but each is linked to the rest as, for instance, a briefly-mentioned character from one story becomes the narrator of the next, or the girl wearing the fox costume on the subway in one vignette turns out to be the childhood friend whose memory has never stopped haunting character we follow through another tale. A subtle magic realism infuses this imagining of Japan, folklore and myth blending with modern elements like love hotels, suicide clubs, and karaoke. It’s a difficult book to summarize without resorting to a list of critical scenes–the final moments of a suicide club, for instance; or last the desperate act of a girl who believes she is trapped in the shape of a human–but it tells a beautiful and heartbreaking tale of the selfishness, sacrifice, loneliness and strange moments of connection that make up what we think of as love.

Flesh and Fire, Laura Anne Gilman (Pocket, Oct09)

The magic of this world is inspired by vinification, the making of wine. In the mythology of the Lands Vin, in times gone by the power to craft spellwines belonged to the prince-mages until the rampant abuses of power caused the man known as the Sin-Washer to break the vine from which spellwines were crafted, resulting in different vines and different grapes that, centuries later, can only be crafted into wines of power by Vinearts (who are forbidden to hold positions of power themselves). For long years the balance of power between the Vinearts and the princes has held, but now things are changing–just in time for the apprentice Vineart Jerzy to find himself an unwitting part of intrigues he barely understands. It’s a tremendously well-drawn world, and the idea of magic being crafted this way just works on so many levels–and I think that would be true even if I didn’t really love reading about wine. Jerzy is a strange and fascinating protagonist whose true character is still developing and (not to belabor the metaphor) but gaining complexity even at the end of the book, much like the conspiracies being set into motion in the world around him. The second installment of the series, Weight of Stone, comes out in October.

The City & The City, China Miéville (Del Rey, May09)

Two very different cities occupy the same space somewhere at the edge of Europe: Ul Qoma, shining and modern; and Beszel, dark and decaying. The story opens on a seemingly-routine murder case being investigated by detective Tyador Borlu that quickly turns out not to be routine at all. Revolutionaries, counter-revolutionaries, unificationists, and scholars piecing together evidence of a vast conspiracy complicate the matter at every turn, to say nothing of the fact that it’s no simple matter to cross from one city to the other when it starts to look like the evidence points from Beszel, where the murder appears to have taken place, to Ul Qoma.  The mystery of the murder is interesting, but it’s the fractured city that’s the whole point of this book, and the most fascinating thing about it: Beszel, Ul Qoma, and what’s known to exist between them–and maybe something else that’s existed there, too, more or less unknown and unremarked, all along.

Boneshaker, Cherie Priest (Tor, Sep09)

Seattle, 1879. The Civil War is stretching on, and most of the city has been enclosed in a wall to hold in the disastrous effects of a blight gas loosed by the Boneshaker of the title. (Sixteen years ago, Leviticus Blue built and tested the Boneshaker, which was intended to expedite mining in the Klondike. Instead, it tore through the underpinnings of the city, releasing the Blight, which turns those who breathe it into flesh-eating undead “rotters.”) Ezekiel Wilkes, son of Leviticus Blue, is desperate to redeem the memory of his father, and finds a way into the enclosed city to search for something to prove Levi wasn’t the monster history has made of him. His mother, Briar, goes in after him when she discovers him missing. What follows are spectacular and deadly hijinks in a nightmarish landscape peopled not only with zombies but those who have, for one reason or another, chosen to make the deadly heart of Seattle their home. It’s a tremendous adventure, and although both Briar and Ezekiel are wonderful, it’s the scrappy survivor that is blighted Seattle that the author brings most vividly to life: a place that is at once hellish and awesome.

Finch, Jeff VanderMeer (Underland Press, Oct09)

The third installment of VanderMeer’s chronicles of the city of Ambergris (following City of Saints and Madmen and Shriek) opens on a city ravaged by war. The creatures known as gray caps control Ambergris now, with the questionable assistance of “partials,” former humans who have chosen an existence midway between man and fungus. Detective John Finch is a human and former revolutionary keeping his past carefully hidden. When he’s called upon by his gray cap boss to investigate a double murder, Finch finds himself at the center of the city’s final descent into anarchy. It’s noir, horror, and spy thriller all wrapped up into one–and, while the book can be read and enjoyed on its own (according to my husband, who wasn’t particularly into the first two Ambergris books), speaking as someone who was into those first two, I think Finch makes a terribly satisfying third chapter–although also a terribly sad one, if you happen to be a fan of the city you will watch being brought to its knees.

I feel like I should write some kind of serious wrap-up here, but it’s after 2 a.m. and I gotta go to work in the morning, so without further ceremony, I declare the Informed Voter Project complete! This Saturday, 5/15, the winners will be announced beginning at 8:30 p.m. Eastern, and this year the awards ceremony will be streamed live (you can watch it here). Thanks for reading, and massive amounts of congratulations to all the finalists. Good luck! I’ll be rooting for you.

May 14th, 2010 by Kate | 1 Comment »

The Informed Voter Project Returns: The Andre Norton Award Finalists

When last I posted in this series it was a little over a month ago, the day before the voting deadline for the Nebula, Bradbury and Andre Norton awards.  At the time I still had the two full-length novel categories left to review–and, er, two books left to read. It was a close thing. All I have to say is, thank goodness for my two hours of daily subway time and my shocking ability to function on zero sleep. You all voted, right? Of course you did. So did I. And in just over a week, the winners will be announced at the Nebula Awards banquet in Cape Canaveral, Florida. What better reason to leap back into one of my favorite bloggy projects? So without further ado, may I present the finalists for the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy. My thesis for the Norton finalists is a return to the idea that it’s all about identity–but more specifically, these are books about the quest to discover where one belongs, and The Hotel Under the Sand is the perfect place to start.

Hotel Under the Sand, Kage Baker (Tachyon, Jul09)

The Hotel Under the Sand begins with these words: Cleverness and bravery are absolutely necessary for good adventures. With this opening, we are promised something classic, and that’s exactly what Ms. Baker delivers. A storm at sea deposits Emma, violently separated from everyone and everything she knows and loves, on the wastes of the Dunes. But it turns out the castaway isn’t as much alone as she thinks: when night falls, she is visited by Winston, the ghostly bell captain of the hotel of the title, the Grand Wenlocke. Built by a strange and brilliant hotelier, Masterman Marquis de Lafayette Wenlocke the Fifth, the Grand Wenlocke entertained strange guests and was able to boast that within its walls time was forgotten, thanks to the owner’s Patented New Advanced Temporal Delay Engine. Until, that is, it was buried under the sands by the Storm of the Equinox. When another storm on the Dunes uncovers the hotel, Emma, Winston, and the Grand Wenlocke begin their adventures together, along with a pirate called Captain Doubloon; the hotel’s cook, Mrs. Beet; her dog, Shorty; and Masterman, descendant of the hotelier and last of the Wenlocke line. Emmadiscovers a home, a family, and a living, which she defends from pirates, storms, and predatory lawyers. We see her use her cleverness and bravery, but we also see her work hard. We see her lament the family she lost to the waves, and we see her build and protect and come to love the new family the strange hotel has collected to itself. Plus, there are fantastic machines, dread pirates, and the oddest collection of guests any hotel has ever played host to.

Ice, Sarah Beth Durst (Simon and Schuster, Oct09)

Ice takes East of the Sun and West of the Moon as its starting point, but it’s no simple retelling. Cassie Dasent ‘s grandmother (much to the chagrin of Cassie’s scientist father) always explained the fact of her missing mother’s absence by telling her that her mom, the daughter of the North Wind made a deal long ago with the Polar Bear King and is now being held at the end of the earth. When she turns eighteen, Cassie, who lives at an Arctic research station with her father and never credited her grandmother’s tale as anything more than an attempt to comfort her,  suddenly finds herself face to face with the Polar Bear King himself, who promises to bring Cassie’s mother back from the end of the earth…if Cassie will marry him. It’s a great, great adventure, and while plenty of books update classic fairy tales by resetting them in the present, Ice sets up a powerful contrast between the meticulously detailed scientific world of the research station and the magical realm that Cassie must find and journey through when things go wrong. Also, although while she is with Bear and protected by his power Cassie remains unaffected by the freezing polar setting, it isn’t long before she’s forced to cross the Arctic wilderness on her own, and must draw on all the real-world survival skills she has been taught by her father. But this isn’t just an adventure in which a young woman learns about herself and the depth of love while journeying from the familiar world into fantastic realms to rescue her beloved. Or rather, that’s exactly what it is, but it isn’t only her beloved for whom she is fighting. The stakes are incredibly high. And of course, Cassie finds her place, her family, and her way in the world.

Ash, Malinda Lo (Little, Brown and Company, Sep09)

Like Ice, Ash is a re-imagining of a classic fairy tale, but that’s where the similarity ends. Forced to work as a servant in her stepmother’s household after her father’s death, Ash’s only solace is in moments spent with Sidhean, a dangerous and seductive faerie with whom the girl desperately wants to escape. Ash’s mother had some connection to the faerie realm, and it looks like being kidnapped by Sidhean is the only way out of her new life, so she seeks him out over and over, each time only to be told that it isn’t time for him to take her away. Then she meets Kaisa, the king’s huntress, and begins to think there might be a potential reason to stay in the human world. Malinda Lo does a wonderful job conveying the agonized desperation and confusion of this girl even before she’s faced with choosing between the seductive faerie (and the world she’s convinced herself she’s meant to be part of), and the huntress, who is not only human, but a woman. One of the really nice details is that it is Sidhean who plays the role of the fairy godparent enabling Ash to attend royal gatherings, which adds a layer of complexity to their relationship. Also, while Ash is torn between her attractions to Sidhean and Kaisa, this is not presented as an epic issue of sexuality, but rather the necessity of choosing between two very different people the young woman is drawn to. It’s a story about risk and sacrifice and incredibly difficult choices, and, in the end, about finding one’s place and one’s true home.

Eyes Like Stars, Lisa Mantchev (Feiwel and Friends, Jul09)

Beatrice Shakespeare Smith has lived in the Theatre Illuminata ever since she was very small–although the details of her arrival there from the outside world are fuzzy at best, and she knows nothing about her mother and father. Surrounded by players bound to the Theatre by the power of a mysterious Book containing all the plays of all the ages, Bertie grows up enjoying something of a privileged existence among them until she told it’s time for her to leave at last. Unwilling to leave the only home she knows, she bets everything on an effort to make a contribution to the Theatre and earn the right to stay, and announces her intention to become a Director. And then things start getting complicated: what begins as an act of desperation meant to keep herself from being turned out into the Outside World becomes much, much more as the very existence Theatre Illuminata itself is threatened from within. It’s been a while since I spent time working in the theatre, but this book brought back memories. It evokes the world backstage, below stage, in the wings, in the flies, in the Green Room, in the Prop Room. It’s peopled with characters so familiar it seems it would be nearly impossible to invoke them in any new or surprising ways, and yet they do surprise, over and over. Bertie herself is an absolute treat, part uncontrollable teen, part lonely child, part artist in search of her magnum opus as she transforms herself to save both the Theatre and her place in it, and along the way, begins to work out the truth of her past. (The second tale of the Theatre Illuminata, Perchance to Dream, comes out later this month.)

Zoe’s Tale, John Scalzi (Tor Aug08)

This book is the fourth installment in Scalzi’s Old Man’s War series, taking place during the same events as the third book, The Last Colony. In this vision of the future, where the universe is constantly at war because there are so few planets capable of sustaining life, a group of human colonists are sent to a previously unknown but habitable planet called (ha ha) Roanoke. Zoe is the sixteen-year-old adopted daughter of the leaders selected for the new colony (the protagonists of the first three books), and this is the story of Roanoke told from her point of view as she comes to discover that the survival or destruction of the colony and all who have made it their home just might wind up depending on her. Zoe’s is one of the best teen voices I’ve ever read. She deals with the standard teen issues (picking up and moving, making new friends, first boyfriend, fights with the boyfriend, that kind of thing) and several non-standard ones (issues with her identity as the blood daughter of a man considered both a traitor to humanity and a savior to an alien race called the Obin; frustrations related to being an all-but-religious icon among the Obin; vexations caused by the constant presence of Hickory and Dickory, two very devoted Obin warriors who have lived with Zoe as protectors ever since she was small). The manner in which this book addresses the questions of identity, purpose, and place in the world embraces all of the usual aspects and several very uncommon ones. To give just one example, there’s a wonderful climactic scene in which Zoe is forced to finally come to terms with her iconic status among the Obin so that she can ask of them a tremendous sacrifice and, well, that scene took my breath away.

When You Reach Me, Rebecca Stead (Wendy Lamb Books, 2009)

New York, 1979. Life starts to change for Miranda when her best friend Sal gets punched seemingly at random by a strange boy as the two walk home from school, then withdraws without explanation from their friendship. It’s a tough time to be without friends; a strange man’s been seen streaking near the school, there’s a crazy homeless man who spends his time lying under a mailbox near Miranda’s house, the boy who hit Sal turns out to be even stranger than the unprovoked punch suggested, and Miranda’s mother is preparing for a possible appearance on The $20,000 Pyramid. Oddest of all, and most worrisome, someone is leaving notes for Miranda inside her house–someone who isn’t her mother or her mother’s boyfriend, someone who seems to somehow know things that haven’t yet happened. This is hard, the first note begins. Harder than I expected, even with your help. But I have been practicing, and my preparations go well. I am coming to save your friend’s life, and my own. I ask two favors. First, you must write me a letter. Second, please remember to mention the location of your house key. The trip is a difficult one. I will not be myself when I reach you. The events  the letter writer claims to be coming to alter creep inexorably closer, until at last the pieces fall into place in a shocking act of love and sacrifice. This January, When You Reach Me was awarded the Newbery Medal, the same award Miranda’s favorite book,  A Wrinkle in Time, won in 1963.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland In A Ship Of Her Own Making, Catherynne M. Valente (Catherynne M. Valente, Jun09)

Just after her eleventh birthday, while her father is away at war and her mother is at work in a factory, September is washing teacups when the Green Wind takes pity on her and whisks her away to Fairyland on the back of the Leopard of Little Breezes.  September’s adventures begin immediately: she encounters the Wyverary (part Wyvern, part Library) named A-through-L, the Marid Saturday, and the Marquess who, after succeeding the much beloved Queen Mallow as the ruler of Fairyland, introduced the realm to the wonders of bureocracy, red tape, and rules upon rules upon rules. There’s also a soap golem called Lye, an animate red paper lantern, and all manner of strange wonders, from a city sewn from fabric to a great, elaborate gearwork barrier that separates our world from Fairyland. September discovers that she has been set upon more than one quest, and determines to be as ill-tempered and irascible as she must in order to complete those quests and save Fairyland and the new friends she has made. This is a classically-structured fairy tale quest that pays sly homage to all manner of classics that came before, and the telling is beautifully tongue-in-cheek and begs to be read aloud. It feels old-fashioned, and yet there are tons of bizarre and not-at-all old-fashioned details (the soap golem, for instance, or the much-sought-after sword that turns out to be a wrench, or the volery of wild high-wheeler bicycles that carries September and her friends away from the city of Pandemonium). But most wonderful of all is September, who while being neither ill-tempered nor irascible, is the perfect heroine for this beautiful imagining of Fairyland.

Leviathan, Scott Westerfeld (Simon, Oct09)

Alek, Prince of Austro-Hungary, is roused out of bed, ostensibly for a piloting lesson in one of the two-legged war engines known as Cyklop Stormwalkers. It doesn’t take Alek long to realize something’s up and wrestle an explanation from his teachers: in Sarajevo, his parents have just been murdered, and the race is on to protect Alek from the same fate. In London, a Scottish girl named Deryn Sharp is preparing to take the tests that will start her on the way to becoming an airman. The actual aeronautics are no problem; it’s the fact that Deryn has to pass herself off as Dylan Sharp, a boy, that’s worrisome. But when “Dylan” volunteers to demonstrate her air sense by going up in a Huxley–a fabricated military airbeast crafted from the dna of jellyfish–the creature is blown off course and Dylan is rescued by the airship Leviathan, where she quickly becomes a member of the crew. It isn’t long before Leviathan’s mission brings it, and Dylan, into contact with Alek and his entourage, where their hesitant friendship alters the early course of the brewing conflict. In his reimagined World War I, Scott Westerfeld’s Axis powers are known as Clanker nations on account of their reliance upon elaborate mechanical war engines. The Allies are Darwinists, and through the use of natural philosophy they craft war beasts like the hybrid wolf-tigers called tigeresques, the Huxley ascender, and the Leviathan, a thing more like flying ecosystem than an airbeast. Both teens struggle with issues of who they are and who they can afford to trust, and although they could not be more different, they are equally wonderful characters and I can’t wait to see where the next phase of their story takes them. The book is decorated with gorgeous illustrations, which are just icing on the cake. (Behemoth, the second installment, comes out in October.)

And with that, friends, it’s nearly 1:30 in the morning, and I have to work tomorrow, so here I leave you for now. I’ll be back next week with the final installment of the Informed Voter Project, which will cover the Nebula Award nominees in the novel category:

  • The Windup Girl, Paolo Bacigalupi (Night Shade Books, Sep09)
  • The Love We Share Without Knowing, Christopher Barzak (Bantam, Nov08)
  • Flesh and Fire, Laura Anne Gilman (Pocket, Oct09)
  • The City & The City, China Miéville (Del Rey, May09)
  • Boneshaker, Cherie Priest (Tor, Sep09)
  • Finch, Jeff VanderMeer (Underland Press, Oct09)
May 7th, 2010 by Kate | 1 Comment »

My Book, for Really and for True, or: The Best Reason I Ever Had for Going to Pieces in Public

When I was in first grade and got picked as Central Elementary School’s “Writer of the Week,” I was pretty sure that, with a little hard work, I would be published before I graduated to middle school. I’m sure I’m not the only one with something like this in his or her past. I’ve wanted to write a book ever since I was little. For a while, in high school and college, I wrote plays instead, and for a while after college I thought I wanted to write movies. Then I did what I’d planned to do in first grade, and I wrote a book.

Today, more than two weeks before I’d prepared myself for it, Nathan and I found it in a bookstore, like…like it belonged there, with the rest of the Real Books.

Here it is, courtesy of Nathan:

Now, The Boneshaker was supposed to come out–let me check my countdown widget–eighteen days from now. So I didn’t have time to figure out what I would say to the very nice woman behind the counter at Word, the first bookstore I found it in. Because…I don’t know why…I wanted to say something. I desperately wanted to say to her, that’s my book and I can’t believe you have it here, faced out and pretty on a shelf for me to find. I wanted to say thank you, I guess, only I was about to cry and not really thinking that clearly about the whole thing so I thought, I can’t say that, that’ll sound dumb…I’ll just ask when it came in. So I went to the desk and started to ask my fake question and I got as far as, “Um, you have…there’s a book…The Boneshaker over there and”–here’s where I started wrinkling up my face and gulping air and the bookseller started to look panicked–”and I wrote it and”–tears started about here–”and it was going to be out way later and when did it…when did…”

But she brightened up as soon as I got out the I wrote it part and said, “That’s your book? That’s so great! Congratulations! Would you sign the copies for us?” Like I hadn’t just about had a meltdown in front of her. Bless her. I wanted to hug her.

So here’s me, signing two copies of The Boneshaker for the first time, at Word in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. I don’t have words for what this felt like. And now I have to stop, or I’ll start crying again.

May 5th, 2010 by Kate | 8 Comments »

Three Happy Things: Postcards, Posters, and a Friend’s ARC. Oh, and Free Stuff!

First, the free stuff, because I know that’s what people really want to know about. The Enchanted Inkpot turns one year old this April, and in honor of this very important anniversary, the Inkpot has put together two very, very cool giveaways this month. The first ends April 14–THAT’S TODAY, PEOPLE!–with a winner announced on the 16th, along with the prizes for the second contest.The best part is this: all you need to do is comment on this post right here and tell the Inkpot about a middle-grade or young adult book you read that you’d recommend. A winner will be chosen at random, and here’s what that winner will get:

  • Theodosia and the Eyes of Horus by R.L. LaFevers (signed hardcover)
  • Shadow by Jenny Moss (signed hardcover)
  • The Boneshaker by Kate Milford (signed ARC – hardcover comes out May 24, 2010!)
  • Brightly Woven by Alexandra Bracken (ARC)
  • Where the Mountain Meets the Moon by Grace Lin (signed hardcover)
  • The Runaway Dragon by Kate Coombs (signed hardcover)
  • Faery Rebels: Spell Hunter by R.J. Anderson (signed hardcover)
  • The Unnameables by Ellen Booraem (signed hardcover)
  • Possessions by Nancy Holder (signed paperback)

Further info to be found at the Enchanted Inkpot. Comment and win! How easy is that? And, in a convenient segue to Happy Thing Number One, I will include one of these sweet posters with the ARC I’m contributing:

Don’t go crazy looking for info at that link yet. The posters got here so fast the page isn’t live yet…but it’s coming. This, by the way, is text from The Boneshaker: it’s the handbill announcing Jake Limberleg’s Nostrum Fair and Technological Medicine Show to the town of Arcane. In a further by the way, the company that did these is called Contact, and you can find them here and reach them at ideas@gomakecontact.com. They are unbelievably nice, can work within even a meager budget like mine, they arranged printing and delivery, and the turnaround was super-fast. Speaking of which, if you know a bookstore or coffee shop or other random location that might be willing to post one, shoot me an email or comment and I’ll send some to you. I’ll take all the help I can get in getting the word out.

Other happy news! A couple of weeks ago I did my first school visit at Yonkers Montessori Academy. I spoke with Mrs. Audevard’s 6th grade class, and Ms. Governali’s 7th/8th grade class. It was an absolutely wonderful first experience: the kids, the teachers, and the school were unbelievably welcoming and enthusiastic. And a couple of days ago, I went to my new PO box for the first time and discovered they’d sent me mail!

We’d talked about the idea of crossroads, and the kids each wrote me about a crossroads they’d experienced in their lives. Lots of them asked if I’d ever had to face a difficult crossroads like the ones they had. Needless to say, the answer is of course. And it’s often true, as several of my new correspondents suggested, that sometimes choices that seem like no big deal turn out to be far more important than they seemed at the time. The reverse is also true: sometimes a choice that seems like it ought to be no big deal can be just as hard to make as one you know will have lasting consequences. Because every choice means taking a chance or  giving something up, and those are never easy things to do.

Lastly but most excitingly, a very cool thing happened to me a little bit ago. A friend of mine who happens to be in the book buying business emailed me that she’d gotten an arc that she thought was right up my alley. The next time I stopped by her store to visit, she handed me an advance review copy of Matthew Kirby’s gorgeous debut, The Clockwork Three. This was cool for several reasons: firstly, it is right up my alley; secondly, it is a flipping beautiful ARC; and thirdly, I’VE READ THIS BOOK AND IT’S ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC. I met Matt Kirby via the SCBWI message boards, and we’ve exchanged a couple stories and a couple manuscripts over the last year or so. Matt’s absolutely a lovely human being and a tremendous writer, and you should really mark your calendars for the release of this, his first novel, in October. (More detailed review to come a little closer to the release date.)

So those are my happy thoughts for this week! Stay tuned for the next installment of my commentaries on the Nebula finalists–voting is over, but the adventure continues. Until then…

April 14th, 2010 by Kate | No Comments »

The Informed Voter Project, Part the Third: The Nebula Award Novella Finalists

Well, here we are in the third installment of the Informed Voter Project. Today I’ll be looking at the Novella finalists!

In the first post on short stories I wrote that for me, each one was a tale about identity. The novelettes, I felt, sustained my little thesis. The novellas didn’t play along quite as nicely, though. This week, the Identity Thesis suffers a bit of a setback—but who cares, when the reading’s so good?

The Women of Nell Gwynne’s, Kage Baker

The women in question constitute an elite group of information gatherers for the Gentlemen’s Speculative Society—they are whores only incidentally. When four European power brokers are invited to the house of Lord Basmond, a noble offering a levitating technology at auction, Lady Beatrice and three of her cohorts are dispatched as the entertainment for the house party. Then Lord Basmond is murdered the night before the bidding begins, and the girls suddenly have not just a world-altering technology to secure for the Society, but a murder to solve.

If there’s an identity piece here, it’s Lady Beatrice’s discovery that, once ruined and abandoned by her family, she can still be of use; this time, in service to her country—but that’s a bit of a stretch. This story is an adventure with very, very cool detailing: the chain of events that brings Lady Beatrice to Nell Gwynne’s, for instance, and Mr. Felmouth, the Society’s “Q,” who invents marvelous gadgets. And there’s a pretty seriously cool twist at the end—this story turns out to be not exactly the story you think it is. I love when that happens.

“Arkfall,” Carolyn Ives Gilman

On the water-covered planet of Ben, the great work of creating a livable environment relies on people like Osaji, crewmembers on spherical arks that make rounds of the underwater world. It’s an ongoing project, the work of generations, and it depends on the selflessness of the Bennite people and their willingness to sacrifice their personal comfort. It’s a society stifled by politeness and vaguely passive-aggressive manipulation. This is how Osaji wound up traveling with her grandmother, Mota—she’s never been able to say no. When her new ark is cut loose in an underground eruption, Osaji and Mota wind up alone in the vessel with a loudmouthed outworlder named Jack.

Now we’re back in—not to be cute—more comfortable waters as far as the Identity Thesis is concerned. Osaji’s life is defined by her willingness and ability to sacrifice her personal wishes to someone or something else. The Bennites’ language alone is worth the price of admission. When Osaji goes to inquire about leaving Ben, the Immigration agent shuts her down without a single impolite question. Osaji’s own brother-in-law can’t address her directly, because it’s impolite. While inquiring about joining a new ark, Osaji can’t even claim she’s good at her particular specialty because it would sound like boasting. And when she asks Mota if she’d prefer to go on another round, Mota will not—cannot—make a choice. In order to transform the world, the Bennites have transformed themselves, trading away all their individuality for the sake of the Great Work.

“Act One,” Nancy Kress

In Hollywood of the near future, Jane Snow is doing research for her next film. Barry, her agent, accompanies her to an interview with a Group that specializes in gene modification; specifically, they engineer children with Arlen’s Syndrome. Arlen’s children are sensitive, able to read verbal and nonverbal cues so well they almost seem to read minds. What ensues, of course, is a wonderful meditation on morality and what it means to be normal in a world that’s capable of significant genetic modification.

There are a lot of great things about this story. Barry, a dwarf, was unable to imagine having an “average” child, so he convinced his wife to agree to modify the fetus to ensure that it would be born a dwarf, too—by the time the story opens, his family has been torn apart and his son, Ethan, is a complete stranger to him. The Group, it turns out, isn’t just turning out Arlen’s kids; it’s also turning out a very easily transmitted compound that changes behavior. And the entire story takes place under the scrutiny of the media as the script for Jane’s film is being finished, a film that will make a major statement about Arlen’s kids by bringing them to the screen for the first time.  And the ending–oh, it’s just phenomenal.

Shambling Towards Hiroshima, James Morrow

In the Hollywood of the past, an actor famous for portraying movie monsters is drafted by the U.S. military to play the role of a lifetime. The U.S. is still rushing to get the Bomb, but they’ve beaten Hitler and the Japanese in the race to get the Lizard. Certain parties in the military want to unleash firebreathing behemoths on the Japanese, but cooler heads want to stage a smaller-scale demonstration first in the hopes that if the Japanese delegation sees a model of Shirazuka being leveled by a giant lizard, they’ll convince their leaders to surrender. The problem: the dwarf behemoths are annoyingly docile. The solution: horror legend Syms J. Thorley and a Personal Reptile Rig. Operation Fortune Cookie: nothing can possibly go wrong.

So much great stuff here. The story’s narrated by Thorley, holed up in a Baltimore hotel room (after a horror conference in which he’s been awarded a Raydo lifetime achievement award) as he drinks Amontillado, writes his memoir on yellow notepads, and debates whether, when he’s finished, he’ll take a shuttle to the airport or jump out the window to his death. His tale is studded with stars real and imagined, from James Whale who has been drafted to direct Thorley in his PRR in What Rough Beast (the script written for Operation Fortune Cookie) to Sigfried K. Dagover, Thorley’s nemesis both onscreen and off. Clever repartee abounds, along with Hollywood twists and betrayals, unimaginably high stakes and ample doses of nostalgia. I loved it.

“Sublimation Angels,” Jason Sanford

On the frozen planet of Eur, a small core of humans struggles to eke out a living underground. Their mission is to survive in the unforgiving planet while trying to make contact with the Aurals–alien beings like balls of colored light so powerful they were able to shift Eur out of its orbit to pick up the humans who now live there: the moms, who occupy the highest level of the social hierarchy; the middle kids and the low kids, and two A.I.s who had to subject themselves to life as humans in order to lead the group–the Big Moms. Chicka and his twin brother Omare, like all kids of the moms, are taken onto the frozen surface to see if any of them catch the attention of the Aurals. Omare is chosen, which is when things begin to fall apart.

I think I read this one the same day I read “Arkfall,” and the two novellas had a lot in common: small communities working to make livable an unforgiving, unfriendly environment; citizens bound by a society that evolved in order to keep the great work going. In “Sublimation Angels,” though, there are ominous forces at work, and at odds with each other: Big Mom, the AI-made-human who, along with her enforcers, keeps the hierarchy of the people of Eur in place; and the Aurals, whose motives for allowing humans onto their homeworld, especially with such rudimentary technology, are completely unknown. The puzzles of why are almost as fascinating as the details of the world and its society, and I think I would feel that way even if they didn’t play so neatly into the Thesis.

The God Engines, John Scalzi

Captive gods bound by iron circles power the ships of the Faithful: the gods debased by the one who in some ancient time was victorious over the rest. What isn’t powered by the God Engines is powered by faith–up to and including, possibly, the iron that binds them and keeps them from escaping to wreak bloody vengeance on the ships they’re forced to move across the galaxy. Captain Ean Tephe of the Righteous has been sent to convert a planet that may hold the last known people who have not yet been converted. Faith, like iron, has levels of power, and these unconverted carry the most potent faith of all. The Lord needs them in order to combat a new and powerful threat that must be subdued—a new god calling some of the weakened and defiled ones to it, and attacking the Lord’s dominion.

Here are some things I loved about this story, in no particular order. The significance of iron: capability (and, arguably, identity) are handed down from the Lord in the form of iron Talents worn by the faithful, and there are three types of iron used to control defiled gods: third made iron binds, second made iron wounds, single made iron kills. The Age of Sail conventions that survive on the god-powered starships. The questions it raises about faith, belief, duty, and calling. The absolutely deliciously dreadful ending.

So this wasn’t as much of an identity-themed week, although certainly these novellas didn’t precisely kill the Thesis. The way in which faith powers the universe of The God Engines, for instance, the social conditioning of Eur and Ben, debates on the subjects of morality and normalcy of “Act One,” and even the way in which Syms J. Thorley tries to save humanity by becoming Gorgantis the fire-breathing lizard and the ruined Lady Beatrice turns whoring into the ultimate act of patriotism. This was, however, the week of the Flippin’ Sweet Endings. Ambiguous endings, devastating endings, unforeseeable endings, horrifying endings. Just great endings.

And now, it’s 7:30 pm on March 28th (although we’re having internet problems tonight, so I’ll probably post this tomorrow morning). I have two subway rides, one lunch break, and one day off before I have to be finished my reading, and here’s what I have left (pausing to count): five full-length novels and Avatar.

Full disclosure: I’m probably not going to make it to see Avatar, because I feel really strongly about finishing my reading. I’m pretty sure I can do it, but I’m not going to post on the novels until afterward. So this is where I leave you for now. But the Informed Nebula Voter Project will return! Here’s what you have to look forward to:

Nominees for the Nebula award in the Novel Category:

  • The Windup Girl, Paolo Bacigalupi (Night Shade Books, Sep09)
  • The Love We Share Without Knowing, Christopher Barzak (Bantam, Nov08)
  • Flesh and Fire, Laura Anne Gilman (Pocket, Oct09)
  • The City & The City, China Miéville (Del Rey, May09)
  • Boneshaker, Cherie Priest (Tor, Sep09)
  • Finch, Jeff VanderMeer (Underland Press, Oct09)

Nominees for the Andre Norton Award for Young Adult Science Fiction and Fantasy:

  • Hotel Under the Sand, Kage Baker (Tachyon, Jul09)
  • Ice, Sarah Beth Durst (Simon and Schuster, Oct09)
  • Ash, Malinda Lo (Little, Brown and Company, Sep09)
  • Eyes Like Stars, Lisa Mantchev (Feiwel and Friends, Jul09)
  • Zoe’s Tale, John Scalzi (Tor Aug08)
  • When You Reach Me, Rebecca Stead (Wendy Lamb Books, 2009)
  • The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland In A Ship Of Her Own Making, Catherynne M. Valente (Catherynne M. Valente, Jun09)
  • Leviathan, Scott Westerfeld (Simon, Oct09)

Thanks for reading!

March 29th, 2010 by Kate | No Comments »