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       This Just In...News
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        08-19-07: Preview for Podcast of Monday, August 20, 2007 : These disconnects have always been with us.
 Here's an MP3
                  preview of the Monday August 20, 2007 podcast for The Agony
                  Column. Enjoy! 
 
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      08-17-07: Nathalie Mallet Unlocks 'The Princes of the Golden Cage'
 
 
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        Night Shade Books' First Mass Market Paperback
 
            
            'The Princes of the
        Golden Cage' (Night Shade Books ; August 15, 2007 ; $7.99) by Nathalie
        Mallet may be a small
        book – it's a mass market paperback – but
          that's big news. I've been following the small press for more than twenty
          years, and I've never seen any small press publisher do what Night Shade
          has just done. They've just published a mass market paperback. It's a
          fascinating direction for Night Shade, and it suggests that the publishing
          world may not be as moribund as so many insist. Here's a perfect David
          versus Goliath story come to life.
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 The small press generally thrives by doing what the big New York publishers
        don’t do; Golden Gryphon mostly publishes single-author collections,
        for example, and Hill House specializes in super-ultra deluxe editions
        of big-ticket, well-established writers. Night Shade has done a bit of
        both, but they've also done something that many small presses have not
        done. They’ve kept the costs of their trade hardcover originals competitive
        with the New York gang, generally bringing them in at $25. They’ve
        actually competed with New York on NY's own terms and managed to prosper
        enough to take the competition to a new level, the mass market paperback.
        They're doing both their authors and their customers a huge favor. With
        books like 'The Princes of the Golden Cage', they’re giving authors
        who might otherwise have been missed by the NY machine a chance. They're
        also offering their customers the fruits of their finely-honed sensibilities
        at a rock-bottom price. This is a BIG DEAL.
 
 Of course it helps if the books themselves are actually good. And here
        is where the intrepid readers shall actually have to read in order to get
        it, because 'The Princes of the Golden Cage' looks – in every sense – like
        any other book you might see out of New York. You have a Paul Youll cover.
        You have a novel that is apparently a fantasy with a bit of romance thrown
        in, sussing from what you read on the back. The fantasy fan looking for
        a little jolt of fun could easily pick this one up without exercising a
        lot of brain cells.
 
 But once you actually start the book, you will find the brain cells are
        quite please with what you've brought home. Sure, the setup of 'The Princes
        of the Golden Cage' is pretty familiar. Prince Amir lives in a kingdom
        where the princes are all locked up until succession is decided. Someone
        starts killing the princes and Amir gets called to help determine who,
        and of course, he's a suspect. Moreover, there's a babe in the frame, and
        he'll not get chance at her hand unless he a) lives and b) figures out
        who is doing the deeds and why.
 
 So no rocket science in the setup, but a lot of delight in the execution.
        Mallet writes with an easy grace and an enjoyable sense of humor. There's
        a direct approach in her prose. 'The Princes of the Golden Cage' reads
        much more like a lightly humorous mystery than a fantasy novel. It's actually
        almost as surprising as the appearance of such a novel under the moniker
        of Night Shade Books. And I hope it heralds the beginning of a similarly
        successful career for both. If you're looking for a fantasy to make the
        day disappear, you'd do well to shell out eight bucks-plus for 'The Princes
        of the Golden Cage'. And if you're looking for a publisher to give the
        NY boys a run for their money, you’d do as well to put a wager on
        Night Shade Books. They’ve been working at this for many years, and
        they’ve just taken a huge step forward. This is big news in a small
      package.
 
 
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      08-16-07: Ray Bradbury Picks 'The Golden Apples of the Sun'
 
 
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 A Quiet Night in a Normal Neighborhood
 
            Like many readers
          of my generation, one of the first "science
          fiction" writers
          I read was Ray Bradbury. So paging through 'The Golden Apples of the
          Sun' (Subterranean Press ; February 2008 ; $50) brought back some memories.
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 And that's rather to the point so far as Bradbury's writing is concerned.
          All of his work evokes a wistful nostalgia, a contradictory warm feeling
          of loss. Those times are gone, and they were good times. They’ve
          been replaced by other times, which, in time, we may regard as good.
          We'll just have to wait and hope.
 
 There's a double extension here. As I read through the nostalgic stories
          in this Bradbury collection, I'm feeling nostalgic for the way I felt
          when I first read them. While Bradbury is known for being a science
          fiction
          writer, I think primarily because he used the word "Martian" in
          one of his most famous titles, he really seems to me to be perhaps
          the first major American magic realist, in the more modern sense. His
          work
          evokes a world in which our inner states are externalized through means
          that are usually pretty much pure magic. Bradbury is not about technology.
          He's about heart.
 
 Back when I read his work the first time, I was a teenager living in an
          American suburb, and I was sensitive to the peculiarities of that existence.
          I'd ride my bicycle through empty streets late at night and look at the
          dark houses, wondering what was happening in the shadowed area between
          them. I'd imagine monsters, spirits, others like me but plucked out of
          time and space for just a moment to see what I was seeing. America taking
          a breath.
 
 It's some mumble-mumble years later now, and I'm still living in an American
          suburb. Subterranean Press is restoring 'The Golden Apples of the Sun',
          putting back in stories that have since wandered away. If they use the
          cover of the ARC, they've nailed a look and feel that are perfectly appropriate
          to Bradbury's work. They've included facsimile versions of plays based
          on a couple of stories. One of my first author moments was in fact meeting
          Bradbury when 'The Martian Chronicles' was being staged. It all slots in
          to the past-present-future vibe in his work.
 
 These days instead of being up late at night, I'm up very early in the
          morning; I typically wake up at 3:30 AM, and begin writing this column.
          At 4:30 AM, when it is still dark, I take our dog out for a short drive
          to run down on the beach and we see the houses, dark and slumbering. I
          know that I'm connecting with the same set of emotions that drove me to
          the streets so long ago. I'm looking for something magic between the darkened
          windows and walls. As I run, I search the sky for shooting stars and when
          I see one, yes, I make a wish. Not for world peace, mind you. That dream
          seems as lost as any other. But I do still hold out hope for magic. I know
          it's there. I can read it in the shadows; and in Bradbury's work.
 
 Bradbury knew the streets we had then would not be too different from the
          streets we have now. He knew that in those corners, murderers and monsters
          would conceal themselves, as would wonder and joy. He gave us the ability
          to see all of this, to experience it reading, and as such, to bring those
          experiences into our lives. His work is timeless as it examines the human
          heart and the human mind, our odd ability to divide the two and set one
          against the other when in reality they are inextricably linked. It's 4:39
          AM. I'm going to go out into the world and see it precisely the way I did
        so many years ago. Every moment, every second we live is filled with potential.
 
 
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      08-15-07: Joshua Spanogle Is 'Flawless'
 
 
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 With A Little Help From My Cosmetic Surgeon Friends
 
            
            Josh Spanogle's debut novel last year, 'Isolation
          Ward', was an enjoyable
          medical thriller that played just enough with the conventions of this
          often hidebound subgenre to keep things light and interesting. I
          spoke with Spanogle          and found him to be every bit as interesting as his novel, and was
          looking forward to the follow-up. Of course, you never know.
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 'Isolation Ward' was launched as a hardcover original, something rather
          unusual in today's publishing climate where even veteran writers find
          themselves between soft covers. It's a soft market out there, and if
          there's any hesitation
          on the part of readers, then the publishers have no hesitation when
          it comes to switching from hardcover first editions to mass market
          paperback
          originals. Or nothing whatsoever.
 
 All this just goes to say that Spanogle must have been doing something
          very right. Not only is he back in a timely manner, he's back with
          another hardcover original, 'Flawless' (Delacorte / Bantam Dell / Random
          House
          ; September 4, 2007 ; $23), featuring the adventures of Dr. Nate McCormick.
          I really liked this character, mostly because he was in general a rather
          unlikable fellow. But pair him up with his girlfriend Brooke and you
          get a sort of Nick and Nora deal happening.
 
 It's still happening at the outset of 'Flawless', and as usual Nate starts
          the novel out in trouble which is likely to get much worse. Sleeping on
          the couch after a fight with Brooke is the easy part. Things get tough
          when he gets a call from an old friend now in the biotech biz. And tougher
          when someone dies, violently, brutally murdered.
 
 Spanogle sticks with what worked in his previous novel and it works
          here as well. On the down-home prose side, you have a novel written
          in super-short
          chapters that read like lightning. You have the damaged protagonist,
          who has incurred much of the damage due to his own intractable nature.
          His
          not-so damaged other half. On the read-it-and-find-the-day-erased level,
          Spanogle knows how to use character to drive action and action to drive
          the reader through pages without the reader really being aware of it.
          You look up and you're halfway through the novel.
 
 But Spanogle also has a should-be-patented method of integrating a
          big-ol' ethical question in his novels. 'Flawless', not surprisingly,
          given the
          cover art and the title, addresses the joys of cosmetic surgery, because
          you know, at a time when MOST OF THE NATION CAN'T AFFORD HEALTH CARE,
          IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT THAT THE WEALTHY LOOK GOOD*.
 
 Flawless.
 
 And there you have your burning anger, piss-me-right-off firecracker to
          make Spanogle's latest toe-tapping page-turner just a little bit stickier
          than one might expect. And of course, you can rest assured that Nate will
          not handle matters as best he could. But that only makes Spanogle's didactic
          interests more compelling and certainly more entertaining. It's always
          better when the fellow who actually has his head screwed on straightest
          is sort of a shit. The problem with novels that address ethical dilemmas
          is that the characters are actually ethical, which in general, is not the
          case in reality. People are complicated and conflicted. Spanogle uses this
          to make his ethical concerns and his narrative more compelling. It's pretty
          damn interesting that in a novel titled 'Flawless', it's the characters'
        flaws that make the book worth your valuable time.
 
 *Yes, I know there are lots of good reasons for cosmetic surgery. But
        this novel ain't about that!
 
 
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      08-14-07: Get a Deep Fix of Michael Moorcock
 
 
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        'The Metatemporal Detective'
 
          It's funny how a brand-spankin'
          not even been published yet new book can bring the memories flooding
        back in. Lou Anders over at Pyr sent me a
            copy of 'The Metatemporal Detective' (Pyr / Prometheus Books ; October
            2007 ; $25) by Michael Moorcock. Like may readers
            who enjoy science fiction, I cut my teeth on Moorcock's books back
            in my teenaged years.
            I devoured all the Elric of Melniboné novels and then explored
            the vasty reaches of his Multiverse, a concept that has now made
            its way from science fiction to science fact via quantum physics.
            If you're
            an adolescent boy (or have the shattered remains of one still lodged
            in your psyche), there can be few better reading experiences. You
            get your albino, wimpy anti-hero, whose sword, Stormbringer is sentient
            and
            hungry for the souls of those it kills. You get lots of weird critters
            and evils more evil than the anti-hero. It's the "just-one-taste-of-heroin" equivalent
            for the young male science fiction reader.
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 Thus is Moorcock always going to evoke sentimental feelings, at least
            in this reader. However, it's not those memories that were dislodged
            as I
          paged through 'The Metatemporal Detective'. Oh, no, it was another adolescent
          obsession that unhinged me. So what goes well with Elric of Melniboné?
          Hawkwind, that's what. For those who don’t know them, Hawkwind was
          a sort of Black Sabbath-style hard rock band that added primitive electronic
          processing and synthesizers to the loud guitars and basses, and took some
          lyrics and themes from Moorcock himself. I'll confess to having a lot of
          Hawkwind records; yes, records.
 
 
 
          
          But it's not Hawkwind I'm taken back to either. Still, back in the late
          seventies and early eighties, it was a lot of their music I'd listen to.
          And I'd investigate side bands they were associated with. I still remember
          the day I found New World's Fair by Michael Moorcock's Deep Fix. This was
          a concept album written and largely sang by Moorcock with lots of help
          from Hawkwind's members. I *think* I still have it somewhere. And I know
          I have a chunk of it here in 'The Metatemporal Detective'. I can even get
          the 1995 CD release.
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 'The Metatemporal Detective', the new Moorcock title from Pyr, collects
          eleven Seaton Begg stories ranging from "The Pleasure Garden of Felipe
          Sagittarius", originally published in 1966 in 'The Deep Fix' under
          the pseudonym James Colvin to "The Flaneur of the Arcades of d'Opera" which
          debuts in this collection. Seaton Begg is a detective employed by the
          British Home Office to roam through time and alternate universes to
          keep Bad Things
          at bay; primary among those bad things is Zenith the Albino, a black
          sword-wielding aristocrat who is also known as Elric.
 
 
 
          Presumably it should
        not be surprising that nostalgia devours its own tail, but still, presented
        with the memories, the reading, the music,
          the confluence
          of Moorcock, Pyr and Hawkwind ... It's easy to get sucked back into
          Moorcock's entertainingly dense and historically rich style. What's
          particularly nice
          here is the way that Moorcock manages to pay tribute to the mystery
          writers who inspired him while writing some very peculiar bits of very
          weird fiction.
          It's possible that you think you've never heard of or read Moorcock;
          if that's the case, then this is not a bad place to start. You'll get
          the
          wildly baroque and the densely literary and the multi-genre spin in
          one package. But trust me, even if the you who is reading this now
          has indeed
          never read Moorcock, you can count on the fact that there is another
          version of you sporting about the Moorcockian Multiverse that has indeed
          read the
          author of "Behold The Man", one of those iconic stories of the
          SF genre. You'd just best hope that the you which has read Moorcock doesn't
          come gunning for the you that has not. That you, the one who is wondering
          whether 'The Metatemporal Detective' is worth your valuable time, is at
          a serious disadvantage. Look over your shoulder. Slowly. If nobody's there,
          it's not too late to start reading Michael Moorcock. Even if you’re
        not / no longer an adolescent male. Anything can be turned to your advantage.
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      08-13-07: A 2007
          Interview With William Gibson ; NPR Report  Scott Rosenberg
 
 
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        "Writing a novel like this is like inviting the zeitgeist in for tea."Last Thursday, I had the opportunity to speak with William Gibson about,
        well – a lot of things. I'd first met Gibson over twenty years
        ago, when he was in Santa Monica signing copies of his then-new hardcover
        first edition of 'Neuromancer' from Phantasia Press. I'd read the paperback
        original and given more than one copy away. At the time, those Phantasia
        Press hardcovers seemed really pricey, but this was the one I bought.
        While Gibson was apparently able to peer into the future, I certainly
        never would have guessed that I'd be speaking to him at KQED in a future
        nobody could have foreseen.
 We talked about that very fact in our conversation. He told me that had
        someone tried to pitch a science fiction novel in which the world being
        decimated by a disease that causes the immune system to self-destruct
        while we slowly cook ourselves with car exhaust, and, and, and, and – well
        such a person would have been shown the door rather quickly, or, more
        likely, had security called to remove them. We talked about The Fortean
        Times ("I've always considered myself a Fortean") and that
        original Austin panel where "cyberpunk" was invented ("I
        think I was drunk–or wanted to be drunk.") And, and, and –
 
 I had Gibson read from both 'Neuromancer' and his evocative new novel,
        'Spook Country'. I fire off the interview with an excerpt from the 'Neuromancer'
        reading, but decided to added the full versions of both readings as an
        appendix to both the MP3 and
        the RealAudio files
        I've uploaded to the podcast. When the interview ends, hang around and
        you can hear the full readings;
        they're well worth your valuable time.
 
 I really enjoyed 'Spook
        Country', and while I'll be posting a full review
        shortly, let me tell you at the outset that it's rather different from
        his other work. Gibson's got a very dry but very enjoyable sense of humor
        and it's fully on display in 'Spook
        Country'. His sense of place is impeccable.
        I particularly enjoyed his description of a windstorm in Los Angeles.
        I spent many years in the LA basin, and those sorts of storms always
        have a surreal, supernatural aura about them. They always made me feel
        as if I was no longer in the real world, but instead, on a movie set.
        There are giant fans blowing the leaves and detritus just off screen,
        just
        out of your ken. Something is directing the world, and you can sense
        it but you can never see it.
 
 
 
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       Debut Book Explores History of SoftwareReaders will recall my interview with Scott
      Rosenberg and my review of 'Dreaming
        in Code'. All this was working towards a project I have for NPR, which involves
        talking to authors who have published their first books.
 
 My
        report for NPR on Jon Clinch was the first of these, and now I've followed it up with a
        new report on Scott Rosenberg. These reports are mercifully short, to-the-point
        and edited with a supreme skill by my editor over at NPR. I'm hoping readers
        will be willing to give the NPR RealAudio a listen until I can get a WAV
        file sometime next week, and especially hoping that they'll use
        the Email This Story button on the page. If you're here for William Gibson, chances
        are you're going to find Rosenberg fascinating as well. And if you're wondering
        what it takes to get your first book published, try obsession. That seems
        to serve and have served a vast number of authors just fine.
 
 
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