I’m going to be writing a story in public tonight, at Left Bank Books. I am cleaning house in preparation and playing a bit with Photoshop. So till I have something to tell you about tonight’s frolics, here’s one of the results.
A friend of mine called while I was out. He left a message (which I thought had to be a mistake) to the effect that apparently my new book, Gravity Box and Other Spaces, made the local (St. Louis) independent bookstore bestseller list of the week ending June 29. Post-Dispatch page here.
Well, not one to be fooled, I looked it up. And there it is. (See link above)
I’m stunned.
I mean, the last thing I expected was for something like this to occur with this book.
Not that I had a list of expectations, mind you. I was just very pleased with the finished product and that it arrived on the shelves. I was gratified right down to my socks that people showed up at the release party. (No, that’s an understatement, I was beyond gratified. I never expect people to pay any attention. I’m always surprised and pleased and blown away.) If I got a couple of positive reviews and the book sold well enough to justify my publisher’s commitment, well, that would be great. Beyond that, no expectations.
Hopes, on the other, I got plenty.
But to be real, it’s a short story collection. Best seller? Granted, it is a local list, but even so, I’m in the top three with Gone Girl and Orange Is The New Black. What?
So right now I am about as happy as a writer as I have been since…
Well, since I sold my first story. Then sold my first professional story. Then sold my first novel. I was elated when I was informed that I’d made the short list for the Philip K. Dick Award. And again when I made the short list for the Tiptree a few years later. Yeah, I’ve had some moments in this insane business.
But this! Wow.
So, what would be very cool would be to see this happen elsewhere. I doubt this will be anything other than a word-of-mouth success. That being the case, please—say something. Push your local independent bookstore into getting it. Talk to people. With a little help from my friends (well, maybe a lot of help) I may yet have a decent career. It would be really strange if this were the book that made the comeback for me. But I wouldn’t be the least bit unhappy about that.
For those of you who have already bought the book, thank you very, very much. Picking up a book and laying out cash for it is an act of faith. One that, I hope, will be justified in this case.
By all appearances, I seem to be having a good year. After my new collection came out last month from Walrus Publishing, a second book has now been released by Yard Dog Press. The link to this “new” title is here.
Logic of Departure is a neat thing. Last year, the marvelous Selina Rosen, chief cook and bottle washer of Yard Dog, called me to ask permission to reissue the two chapbooks of mine they had published. Extensions and Diva are novellas which, being novellas (and notoriously difficult to place), made their debut as nifty chapbooks. Yard Dog has consistently sold them for years. The strangeness of publishing being what it is, it is now more economical for them to issue them together, in a perfect-bound edition, than to continue pushing the chapbooks—which are, of course, both still available singly as ebooks. Of course I said yes, and then suggested they hold off a bit, as I was then working on a new story that might fit in very well with those two.
Without intending it, Extensions and Diva both fit a loose background universe. So I wrote a third novella set in that milieu, called Raitch, Later. I was inspired to write it by a wonderful short story by Adam-Troy Castro called Arvies, which I urge you all to look up. It’s one of those logical projections of a current thing that blows the mind. A few days after reading it I had what I considered a suitably nasty idea and started work.
It took the better part of the last six months. This past year has not been the most conducive to writing I’ve ever had (though not by any means the worst), but the end result is something I’m good with. Lynn and Selena took the piece and now the completed book is available, with cover art by David Lee Anderson.
I don’t write very many novellas. Mainly because they’re damnably difficult to sell, but also because most of them end up becoming novels. That happened with the last Secantis novel I wrote—in fact, the last two, because Peace & Memory began life as a novella as well—an unpublished novel called Ghost Transit which is lying fallow, awaiting the day when.
But these three I doubt could be expanded, at least not as conceived. So this is a neat thing, having them between covers, all together. I think they work well together.
So I can now officially claim 12 books to my credit. Published books, that is.
The link above is directly to Yard Dog. Please, if you intend to order it online, do so directly from them. They are a very small house and buying their product through Hamazon, ahem, while not profitless for them certainly takes a bigger bite out of their bottomline than is comfortable. And while you’re there, check out some of their other titles. A lot of fun work gets put out by these smaller publishers, work that one occasionally scratches one’s head and wonders, “how come Simon & Schuster didn’t take this…?”
I’m hoping this bodes well for the near future. Maybe the freeze is beginning to thaw and I can get some of my other books in the pipeline to print. I have learned in this business than 95% of it happens at a glacial pace, balanced in the end by 5% that requires time travel to complete.
(I just finished reading a time travel novel for my reading group. What if…?)
A word about the stories included here. This is a near future world, just on the brink of breaking out of the solar system. You could easily read them as (loosely, very loosely) part of the Secantis universe. They’re about class divisions, underdogs struggling to overcome, and the byzantine workings of social systems are laid bare for the reader’s scrupulous examination. They are all about knowing when it’s time to leave. Beyond that, I wish to leave everything else for you to discover. Enjoy.
This one has been a long time in coming, because this past year or so has been, well, this past year.
That said, here is a new Zenfolio gallery of “recent” work. A few of the images, of the flowers in particular, were done using my new close-up filter kit. I finally broke down and bought one. I used to use these a lot.
Anyway, enjoy.
Which may not be a big deal to some, but given my antagonism toward most things digital, it’s a big step for me. Following up on the previous post, I give you the original image and then the “fixed” image.
Yeah, a bit of perspective control. It is bit easier than what I used to do, hauling a view camera to the scene, making swing-and-tilt adjustments of several minutes, etc etc.
I have another book out, from Yard Dog Press, The Logic of Departure. More on that later.
I’m having something of a productive year, career-wise. To recap, the official release party for my first short story collection, Gravity Box and Other Spaces, if this coming Wednesday at Left Bank Books, 399 N. Euclid, St. Louis, MO, at 7:00 PM.
Also, I’ll be doing another program with the St. Louis Science Center at the end of July. More on that when things are firmed up.
But on July 11th, we’ll be celebrating the 45th birthday of Left Bank Books and for that we’ll be doing something wild and crazy and insane—you know, normal fare for Left Bank—called Writers Under Glass. I have roped, er, enlisted the participation of three very talented local writers for this. We’ll be writing a story in the window of the store. Scott Phillips, Ann Leckie, and Kevin Killeen will be tag-teaming along with me in this endeavor and who knows what we’ll produce, but it will be fun and there will be refreshments and it will be for a good cause and, well, it’s a party and a show, so not to be missed.
I’m writing two books more or less simultaneously, did I mention that? More crazy, but it needs doing, for many reasons.
But right now I want to talk a bit about the books.
I always considered short story collections to be a kind of marker that a writer had “arrived.” There was a time when they constituted a substantial part of an author’s published œuvre, equal to the novels, but that changed while I was growing up and beginning my career. Received wisdom in the industry is that anthologies and collections “don’t sell” and hence I came to see such things as the equivalent of “best of” or “greatest hits” album, something not likely to sell as well (if at all) but an indicator along the road that one’s work is worthy of attention. I saw them as a bone thrown to the writer by a publisher if the sales of the novels seemed to merit it.
Which would mean that I was unlikely to have one. For many reasons, some of which I’ve discussed here, my sales are…not what I’d prefer them to be.
So it is with considerable pleasure (and pleasurable surprise) that an opportunity more or less fell into my lap when Lisa Miller of Walrus Publishing approached me about a project several years ago. She was starting up her publishing company, looking for projects, and she asked me what I wanted to do. I confessed that I would really like to put out a collection. After looking over some stories, she enthusiastically agreed, and here we are.
Gauging one’s impact in this business is difficult at best. I’ve published just north of 50 short stories and to the best of my knowledge none of them garnered much notice. I’ve consistently failed to be nominated for awards in short fiction and I’ve had to date only three stories anthologized (one in a best of the year!) and my production of short fiction fell off after I began selling novels. For all I know, few people thought much of my short fiction.
Initial reaction to the release of Gravity Box has been surprisingly positive, though. The echo chamber in which many of us work may be returning some of our early shouts finally. I choose to be hopeful.
I am very proud of my short fiction. I never worked so hard at anything. My inclination was always to be a novelist. Short stories were not my preferred form, but in order to be a professional I thought I needed to learn how to do them and in fact they taught me a tremendous amount about craft and character and all the small indefinable yet indispensable things that comprise “story.” Time permitting, I desire to write more of them. I came to genuinely enjoy the form.
What people will find in Gravity Box and Other Spaces is a collection of stories orbiting around themes involving family and relationships tied to family. The theme emerged during the process of assembling the pieces. A third of them have been previously published, the rest are making their debut here. I ignored subgenres—there are science fiction stories, full-blown fantasies, borderline horror, a lot of “slipstream” and a couple of quasi-historical magic realism types. I feel they all fit comfortably within my definitions of speculative fiction. Without wishing to seem presumptuous, I hope they appeal to an even wider audience looking for literary merit.
The second book now out is a happy accident. Yard Dog Press has published a few of my longer short pieces. They did two chapbooks for me, Extensions and Diva, both novellas. Anyone in the business will tell you that novellas are damnably difficult to market. Not long enough to be a book, not short enough to leave room in a magazine for everyone else. I’ve written few of them in consequence. Last year, Lynn and Selena, who run Yard Dog, contacted me to let me know they intended combining the two chapbooks into a single, perfect-bound edition. At the time I was wrestling with a new story that seemed determined to sprawl into a novella, but which also seemed workable as part of the background world in which these two chapbooks shared. I asked their indulgence to wait till I finished and perhaps they could publish the three of them together. It still took me an inordinate amount of time to finish the third novella, now entitled Raitch, Later. But they were happy with it and now the three pieces, under the title The Logic of Departure, are out. Serendipity.
Now I’m back at work on the novels, hoping for further good news this year. We could use some, given certain other things that are going on (and not for public consumption). Be that as it may, I am thrilled right now and of course I look forward to seeing throngs at the release party this Wednesday.
I will be updating everyone on the other events as details come in.
In the meantime, my thanks to Lisa Miller and John Kaufmann and the terrific people at Left Bank Books. See you all Wednesday.
This is a cool thing.
Dan Reus of Disruptive Diner contacted me a bit over a month ago and asked me to participate in this. Naturally, I had no real idea what I wanted to say or how I would say, which was compounmded by the format—Pekchuka, which means literally fast talking. I came up with something, which is posted above. I had fun. I’d have fun doing it again.
So…