Science: It's Better than a Stick in the Eye!


I don't know if I've ever mentioned this before, but my favorite blog on the intertubes is Cosmic Variance, a group endeavor mostly kept going by Sean Carroll. (In case you were wondering, that's the physicist Sean Carroll, not the geneticist Sean Carroll.)

Last weekend Sean asked his readers to weigh in on what major scientific concept most needs to be explained to the public. The obvious answer is Evolution, except that he ended up ruling that out for the quite sensible reason that Evolution has been explained very well many times, and it's not scientists' fault if people just don't want to listen. But my favorite answer was this one from Scott Aaronson:

"The skill of sharpening a question to the point where it could actually have an answer."


Like many scientific concepts, this one has resonance in real life. In fact I would argue that the recent election season would have been significantly less nauseating had any of the political candidates or professional media loudmouths had a handle on that concept!

Mark Geyer Inquisitor's Apprentice Illustrations are here!

On a more pleasant note than my last post ... here's a quick preview of Mark Geyer's illustrations for my upcoming children's fantasy novel, THE INQUISITOR'S APPRENTICE (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, Fall 2011). One of the most fun things about writing a kid's book was getting to have a real live illustrator. I actually started out my writing career as an aspiring children's book writer/illustrator. So I have huge respect for Mark's talents  -- and I've had a lot of fun watching these illustrations develop over the course of the last year or so. 


J. P. Morgaunt's Library (copyright Mark Geyer)

Mark is best known for his wonderful pen-and-ink illustrations of Stephen King novels, including THE GREEN MILE and BAG OF BONES (actually, my favorite Stephen King novel of them all). Mark's work evokes the down-and-out grittiness of the 1930s and yet also boasts a level of detail and a quality of draftsmanship reminiscent of Gilded Age artists like Charles Dana Gibson. We needed someone for THE INQUISITOR'S APPRENTICE who could illustrate the whole spectrum of Gilded Age New York, from Millionaire's Mile to Coney Island and the Lower East Side tenements. So Mark was a perfect match for this book.

Harry Houdini and the Stolen Locket (copyright Mark Geyer)


These are the first two finished illustrations. Unfortunately neither of them show the Lower East Side setting, which Mark has captured beautifully. However, these two examples definitely get across the overall feel of the book (as well as offering a glimpse of some of the historical figures I've used and abused in my tale!)

And hopefully I'll have some of the Lower East Side illustrations to pass along soon.... 

James Frey is Back (Ew ... yick!)

Okay. So I don’t usually use this blog to air my personal peeves. But sometimes I see something so bad happening in the literary world that I just can’t let it slide. And one of those somethings has just reared its ugly head.

James Frey is back. Remember him? Yeah, I thought not. He was last seen earning big bucks and bad publicity when he sold a novel about drug addiction as a "memoir" and then got caught on Oprah. But apparently the lesson he learned was not quite the one Oprah intended....

Now he's come up with a new and even more unethical scheme to make James Frey lots and lots of money. He's going around to MFA programs recruiting students to write work-for-hire books for his company, Full Fathom Five. (Read all about it here ... if you have the stomach for it.) Apparently Frey thinks this gambit is going to bag him "the next Twilight." It ain't. But that's not the point. The point is the unbelievably abusive terms he's offering these hapless young writers. Basically, he's paying them $250 up front to write an entire novel themselves, hand it to him for editing, and then walk away with a mere 30% of the normal author's royalties, the rest of which go to James Frey. Frey also gets a 70% cut of all world, film and TV rights. Oh and did I mention that Frey's for-hire writers are also never allowed to publicly claim authorship of their books?

This is as bad as it gets, folks. Truly. Please, if you are an aspiring writer considering entering into such an agreement -- with Mr. Frey or anyone else -- let me deliver a dose of reality.

If you write a book then you, and you alone, should reap the entire profits from it. The advance is yours. The royalties are yours. The movie and translation rights are yours. It's all yours. Because you wrote the damn thing.

The only exception to this rule is if a literary agent sells your book for you. In that case he or she rightly claims somewhere between 10 and 15 percent of the take. This fee is well worth paying, because a good literary agent can usually get vastly bigger advances for your work than you could on your own. Also, a good agent is a sort of career mentor, steering opportunity your way, giving you high quality editorial advice, and helping you develop the overall arc of your career in what has become a brutally tough, highly competitive business.

What Frey is essentially doing is serving as a literary agent. He claims to be offering more than than agents offer, but that’s hooey. All the things he brings to the table -- editing advice, marketing advice, in-house publicity, contacts with major movie producers and top editors -- are exactly what established literary agents give you for their 15% agent's fee.

Trust me, Sonny Mehta does NOT trust James Frey to pick good novels (let alone deal professionally with him over the course of a multibook contract) more than he trusts the top twenty or so literary agents in New York. And the same thing goes for every editor, movie producer, and TV exec you’ve ever heard of. These people are professionals. They want to work with other professionals, not con men.

Frey is just milking the eternal desire of aspiring writers to believe that there is a secret club or a secret handshake that will let them skip the hard work of writing their first novel themselves and finding an agent who wants to represent it.

There isn’t. You just have to do it. Period.

But here's the thing that Frey has carefully not told these poor writers. If you have written a good first novel (and can write a reasonably professional one-page query letter), then you will always -- and yes, I really do mean ALWAYS -- be able to get reputable agents to read it. My agent is one of the top people in the business. And like many other top agents he reads unsolicited manuscripts. He doesn't do it for charity. He does it because -- like every other agent in the business -- he's always looking for the next hot young writer. This is true in every genre and for every conceivable kind of book. Young writers are the lifeblood of the business, and agents who don’t actively recruit them don’t remain top agents for long.

That's how the business works, and don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. As an aspiring writer YOU have something valuable to offer: your talent and your ideas. Agents know it. James Frey knows it too. The only difference between him and a reputable literary agent is that he’s trying to steal it from you.

Geek Heaven

Well, this is so old that I don't know if it even qualifies as news anymore. But someone recently pointed out to me that Marc Andreessen (Mosaic co-author and Web God) named me as one of his picks for top ten SF writers of the '00s. That's cool. Seriously. No, really. Can I explain how cool it is? Okay, you're right. Too Much Information. I should stop now before I lapse into hopelessly pathetic geekery.

Also cool (though perhaps not surprising) is how much I agree with him about the other people on the list:

Charles Stross
Richard Morgan
Ken McLeod
Peter Hamilton
John Scalzi
Neal Asher
Peter Watts
David Marusek

I haven't read David Marusek, and I plan to rectify that in short order. As for the remaining names on the list, these guys are all fantastic writers, tending towards exactly the kind of hard-driving hard SF I love best. If you haven't read any new hard SF in a few years, this is a pretty damn good jumping off point. I can't argue with a single name on there, And my only gripe is the absence of the following names: Elizabeth Bear, M.M. Buckner, Ian MacDonald, Adam Roberts, Justina Robson, and Sean Williams. (You'll note that I discreetly listed them in alphabetic order!) But of course this is why I can never compile lists like these. I'd be constantly tortured by 3 am revelations of all the great writers I'd left out....

Finally, I have to confess that especially near and dear to my heart is Andreessen's bonus pick on this list, Vernor Vinge. True Names really is everything it's cracked up to be. And thankfully we no longer have to hunt through used bookstores or cadge borrowed copies in order to read it!

Danger!! Flesh-Eating Pig Zombies!!

As William Gibson once pointed out, "the future is here, it's just distributed unevenly." And every now and then I read something in the blogosphere that makes me realize I've just bumped up against a lovely little piece of it. Today's piece of future shock comes from Michael Pollan.

Pollan, traditional foods guru extraordinaire, has long been one of my favorite bloggers, if only for spreading two of my favorite food rules ("Don't eat anything you're not willing to kill" -- a rule that works equally well for hunters and vegans -- and "If you're not hungry enough to eat an apple, you're not hungry"). However, his recent post about the death of honey bees and the rise of skin-eating bacteria on hog farms really is worth reading even if you're not a foodie.

I can't think of much to say about this, beyond the points Pollan himself makes so forcefully. Such as that high density factory pig farming and intercontinental shipping of bee colonies are both Really Bad Ideas from a public health perspective. For those among us who either require food to live and/or do not wish to become food for penicillin-resistant flesh-eating bacteria it's all rather depressing. But for SF writers .... well ... this stuff is pure gold! We spend so much time reading and writing about high-tech disaster that it's easy to forget that the Next Big Bad Thing could just as easily come from pig farms as supercolliders.

I keep thinking of Greg Bear's wonderful book, Blood Music, with its vision of futuristic high-tech pandemic. That was the primary vision of our science fictional future in the 1980s. And for the most part, high-tech mahem (well, and zombies and vampires) still seem to dominate people's SFnal imagination today. Still, I sense the tide is turning. I see humbler and grittier dangers on our fictional horizon.

Forget Armageddon! Start worrying about Farmageddon! And while we're waiting for the future to get here, can I offer anyone a nice plate of Honey Bee Flu with a side order of Flesh-eating Pig Zombies?

Jack Aubrey ... with dragons!



I don't get football. Or, actually, I DO get football. Especially the good old-fashioned smashmouth kind. It's just the ads that confuse the hell out of me. Does 'get back in the game' mean something? And are all those ads selling hair dye, or, you know, something else? And why would people spend gazillions on a pill that might require them to report to the hospital four hours later for ... well, Jeez, I can't even think about it without cringing!
On the other hand, there is a pill I would spend gazillions on: a pill that magically extracted all traces of Patrick O'Brian's Jack Aubrey books from my neurons so that I could read them again for the first time.
I don't think Pfeizer is working on very hard on this pill at the moment. But in the meantime, I have found something almost as good: Naomi Novik's Temeraire books.
I can't remember when I've been so swept up in a new series. I feel like a kid again. I know, I know, I sound like one of those Superbowl ads. But really. These books are the perfect prescription for kids of all ages.
The first book in the series, His Majesty's Dragon, begins when a a British Navy captain in the Napoleonic Wars captures a French ship and discovers a dragon's egg hidden in the hold. His crew is ecstatic over the anticipated prize money ... until they realize that the egg is about to hatch and one of them is going to have to harness the newborn dragon and be consigned to a pariah's life in the despised Aerial Corps. Of course, the captain turns out to be the unlucky man. And so it begins ....
Novik's writing is surefooted and accessible. Like O'Brian, she manages to evoke early 19th century prose style (largely by the artful use of semicolons) without getting tangled up in it. And, again like O'Brian, she has penned a pair of comrades-in-arms whose evolving friendship has enough emotional depth to carry readers through any number of naval (or in this case aerial) adventures.
I'm now deep into the fourth book, and I see no signs of the pace or quality level slacking off. These books are good, clean, fast-paced fun with all the joys of science fantasy and naval adventure combined. If you're feeling world-weary and jaded then take my advice and have a go at them.

SPIN STATE Featured in 25 Years of Spectra

Bantam is celebrating the 25th anniversary of its SF/Fantasy imprint, Spectra, and I got a nice surprise when they made SPIN STATE one of the featured titles for 2003. They asked me to write something about the experience of writing the book, or writing in general, or SF in general. So being the indecisive type I picked all of the above....

Here's a link to the page on SPIN STATE. And here's a link to the main list, which makes for fun reading. Surprising how many of my favorite books these guys turn out to have published....

Another thing you'll notice is how many of the writers talk about working with Anne Groell, the senior editor at Spectra. Anne is one of the great unsung heroes of SF. She has worked with many of the top writers in the business, from Kim Stanley Robinson and David Brin to George R. R. Martin and Robin Hobb. In fact, Anne is the person who believed in Robin Hobb enough to give her a second chance when a string of badly handled books had ruined her sales numbers and most publishers had decided she was washed up as a writer. We all know how that turned out. And it was characteristic of Anne's steadfast belief that if you just keep putting really good books out there readers will find them.

One of the funny and endearing things about working with Anne is that, as Lynn Flewelling mentioned, she draws smiley faces on her manuscripts every time she likes something. So even if you get back a manuscript covered with red ink, there somehow seems to be at least one smiley face for every question, comment or correction. You wouldn't think it would matter. I mean we're all grownups and professionals, right? We ought to be able to take our medicine. Can you imagine the members of your average writing group drawing smiley faces all over each others' drafts? Heavens, no! And yet ... somehow Anne's smiley faces are like Mary Poppin's spoonful of sugar. They really do help the medicine go down. Though the slog from manuscript to publication can be long, when you are working with Anne it never gets discouraging. This ability to critique without crushing is part of her great talent as an editor -- and one reason why she has inspired so many writers to deliver of their best work for her.

Blueprints for Life

I recently learned that Dianna Wynne Jones is terminally ill. I'm sure this news is as sad for many of you as it is for me. She is one of the most cherished writers of my childhood and is largely responsible for my surviving middle school without loosing my sanity. If you want to send an email of appreciation to Dianna that her friends will read to her you can do so here.

Here's a link to an essay of hers about all the odd questions people ask her about writing children's fantasy. I've read and reread this essay many times with great enjoyment, and my favorite passage is the one where she explains that every good children's book is "a blueprint for dealing with life." I'd go further and say that every good novel is a blueprint for dealing with life. If it isn't that's only because grownup readers have gotten too ossified to learn from novels -- or because grownup writers have gotten too wrapped up in their own cleverness to remember why they started writing in the first place.

Thank you, Dianna, for some of the best Blueprints for Life I've ever read. I am so grateful that I got to read your books. And I so look forward to sharing them with my children and my grandchildren.

F&SF REVIEWS


Well, I have been remiss. Again. I should probably stop apologizing for it. And I should certainly stop sounding surprised about it, as I think we are all coming to realize that I am remiss by nature.

Here is a link to my review column in the Magazine of Fantasy and Science Fiction. I have reviewing books there for just shy of two years now, with a special brief to focus on Hard SF. I truly enjoy this work. Actually, I can hardly call it work with a straight face. Large boxes of free books arrive on my doorstep on a regular basis. An amazing number of them are really good. And an amazing number of the really good ones are first novels, which are especially fun. I get to read and think and write about whichever ones I want. The hardest part of the job is deciding which two or three books I can actually give review space to out of the great multitude of books that deserve it.

Here's a list of what I've reviewed so far (and promise I'll try to be better about posting links to current columns in the future...):

August 2008:
Pebble in the Sky, Isaac Asimov.
The Null-A Continuum, by John C. Wright.
Lorelei of the Red Mist, by Leigh Brackett..
The Secret of Sinharat and People of the Talisman, by Leigh Brackett.
The Martian General's Daughter, by Theodore Judson.

January 2009:
Saturn's Children, by Charles Stross.
Singularity's Ring, by Paul Melko.
Earth Ascendant, by Sean Williams.
June/July 2009:
Ink and Steel: A Novel of the Promethean Age, by Elizabeth Bear.
Hell and Earth: A Novel of the Promethean Age, by Elizabeth Bear.
Watermind, by M. M. Buckner.

January 2010:
Shambling Towards Hiroshima, by James Morrow.
How to Make Friends with Demons, by Graham Joyce.
The Last Theorem, by Arthur C. Clarke and Frederik Pohl.
City at the End of Time, by Greg Bear.
Implied Spaces, by Walter Jon Williams, Night Shade Books.

June/July 2010:
Regenesis. C. J. Cheryhh
Up Jim River, Michael Flynn.
The Hengis Hapthorn Chronicles, Matthew Hughes.



Otlet's Other Web

An intriguing article in the New York Times today about Otlet's Mundaneum, a 19th century steampunk version of the world wide web. Does this make up for failing to feed and water my blog for the last month? No, I thought not. Oh well. Still a fun article.