BFPO 2006

Here’s the last few post transferred over from my website.

7th February 2006 Just back from a few days in Berlin. The incredibly low temperatures there were an experience not to be missed in themselves (check out one picture in the gallery). Neither of us have seen a river frozen over, for real, for longer than we can remember. We also took a look at the Reichstag, the Brandenberg Gate, Checkpoint Charlie and the museum there. We rode around on the trams, U-bahn, S-bahn all of which were cheaper, more efficient and cleaner than anything found in Britain. Another impressive aspect of Berlin, which I hope applies to all of Germany, was how polite and helpful people were. We only had to stop for a few minutes to study a map before someone approached us to ask if they could be of any help — something you don’t see happening in London. Hannes Riffel, an SF bookshop owner there was a very nice guy to meet, too. He is obviously enthusiastic and knowledgeable about his trade and all things science fiction & fantasy, and keeps an excellent selection on his shelves. Go there, buy there!
19th February 2006
Well, The Voyage of the Sable Keech was launched on the 16th and of course far too much beer was consumed. Thanks to Macmillan for the hospitality. Also my thanks to the guys at the Forbidden Planet Bookshop in London for having me along for a signing session, which seemed to go very well. Now here’s you chance to win some copies of said book, and others, and to play the Sable Keech game! http://www.panmacmillan.com/sablekeech/
1st October 2006 All within two weeks and a nice start to the new year: My short story Mason’s Rats has been taken by David G Hartwell & Kathryne Cramer for their Year’s Best SF 11, and I’ve since been contacted by Gardner Dozois who wants another story published in Asimov’s — Softly Spoke the Gabbleduck — for his ‘Year’s Best’ anthology. And now I discover I’ve made it to the shortlist of the Philip K Dick Award.

New Space Opera 2.

With publication time coming soonish, and with the information already out, here’s the final table of contents for The New Space Opera 2.

1. “Utriusque Cosmi”, Robert Charles Wilson
2. “The Island”, Peter Watts
3. “Events Preceding the Helvetican Renaissance”, John Kessel
4. “To Go Boldly”, Cory Doctorow
5. “The Lost Princess Man”, John Barnes
6. “Defect”, Kristine Kathryn Rusch
7. “To Raise A Mutiny Betwixt Yourselves”, Jay Lake
8. “Shell Game”, Neal Asher
9. “Punctuality”, Garth Nix
10. “Inevitable”, Sean Williams
11. “Join The Navy and See the Worlds”, Bruce Sterling
12. “Fearless Space Pirates of the Outer Rings”, Bill Willingham
13. “From the Heart”, John Meaney
14. “Chameleons”, Elizabeth Moon
15. “The Tenth Muse”, Tad Williams
16. “Cracklegrackle”, Justina Robson
17. “The Tale of the Wicked”, John Scalzi
18. “Catastrophe Baker and a Canticle for Leibowitz”, Mike Resnick
19. “The Far End of History”, John C. Wright

The book is due out from HarperEos in the United States and HarperCollins Publishers in Australia this coming July.

2. Calling all Artists!

Regarding the earlier post about an art competition, here’s a scattering of gabbleduck descriptions:

It wasn’t long before I saw something galumphing through the grasses with the gait of a bear, though on Earth you don’t get bears weighing in at about a thousand kilos. Of course I recognised it, who hasn’t seen recording of these things and the other weird and wonderful creatures of that world? The gravcar view drew lower and kept circling above the creature. Eventually it seemed to get bored with running, halted, then slumped back on its rump to sit like some immense pyramidal Buddha. It opened its composite forelimbs into their two sets of three ‘sub-limbs’ for the sum purpose of scratching its stomach. It yawned, opening its big duck bill to expose thorny teeth inside. It gazed up at the gravcar with seeming disinterest, some of the tiara of green eyes arcing across its domed head blinking as if it was so bored it just wanted to sleep.
A poor looking specimen, about the size of a Terran black bear, its head was bowed low, the tip of its bill resting against the ground. Lying on the filthy stone beside it were the dismembered remains of something obviously grown hastily in a vat – weak splintered bones and watery flesh, tumours exposed like bunches of grapes. While Jael watched, the gabbleduck abruptly hissed and heaved its head upright. Its green eyes ran in an arc across its domed head, there were twelve or so of them: two large egg-shaped ones towards the centre, two narrow ones below these like underscores, two rows of small round ones arcing out to terminate against two triangular ones. They all had lids – the outer two blinking open and closed alternately. Its conjoined forelimbs were folded mummy-like across the raised cross-hatch ribbing of its chest, its gut was baggy and veined, and purple sores seeped in its brown-green skin.
The creature was sitting in a stand of flute grass and in this pose its body was pyramidal. Its three pairs of forelimbs were folded monkishly over the jut of its lower torso, one fore-talon of one huge black claw seemingly beating time to some unheard song. Its domed head was tilted down, its duck bill against its chest. Some of its tiara of emerald eyes were closed. Obviously it was taking time out to digest its latest meal, the bones of which lay neatly stacked beside it.
The big gabbleduck was lolloping through the flute grasses. “Moves like a grizzly bear,” he observed.
She marched forwards and round until she was standing directly in front of the creature. It was indeed massive: folds of flesh hanging down from its body and almost concealing its powerful rear limbs. When it moved through the flute grasses its three sets of two forelimbs slotted neatly together to form two composite forelimbs so it seemed to run on all fours like, as Jonas had observed, a bear. Now those forelimbs were folded on its chest, and sat like this it seemed some immense alien Buddha.
Its head was level with me. Anders chose that moment to groan and I quickly slapped my hand over her mouth. The creature was pyramidal, all but one of its three pairs of arms folded complacently over jut of its lower torso. In one huge black claw it held the remains of a sheq. With the fore-talon of another claw, it was levering a trapped bone from the white holly-thorn lining of its duck bill. The tiara of green eyes below its domed skull glittered.
The arm folded out and out. The wrongness I felt about it, I guess, stemmed from the fact that it possessed too many joints. A three-fingered hand, with claws like black scythes, closed on the blimp anchor and pulled. Seated on the peak, the gabbleduck looked like some monstrous child holding the string of a toy balloon. “Brong da lockock,” it said.
Scrolling the text down moved the scene along to soon reveal the creature itself: it squatted in the grasses like some monstrously insectile hybrid of Buddha and Kali, with a definite splash of Argus in the ocular region.
At this point, the gabbleduck, with its multiple arms folded on its triple-keeled chest, turned its array of green eyes upon the pious brother.
Easing herself higher, Eldene peered in the direction Fethan was pointing. In the moonlight, it did not take her long to discern that something was nosing along the edge of a patch where the grass grew thickest. All she could see for a moment was a body like a boulder and a long duck bill swinging from side to side, then the creature reared onto its hind legs, opened out its sets of forepaws from the wide triple keel of its chest, and blinked its tiara of greenish eyes as it prepared for its latest oration. “Y’floggerdabble uber bazz zup zupper,” it stated portentously.
The gabbleduck appeared as a pyramidal monstrosity looking down on the little man.
Stanton began to bring his stolen aerofan down into thick flute grass, saw something large thundering towards him with what he felt were not the best intentions, and quickly jerked the column up and away to get out of range. A great flat beak clapped shut with a sound like a mat being beaten on concrete. He caught a glimpse of an array of glowing green eyes below a domed head, the muscled column of a body with more limbs than seemed plausible, and a whiff of quite horrible halitosis. Pulling away, he heard something that sounded like someone swearing in a quite obscure language.
Cormac observed the curving row of slightly luminous green eyes set into the white dome of the creature’s head, as it watched them move on past it. When it was upright like this, those eyes were perhaps three metres above the ground. The claws terminating its multiple forearms were the size and shape of bunches of bananas, only bananas made of obsidian and sharpened to points glinting in the morning light.
The gabbleduck was mountainous: a great pyramid of flesh squatting in the flute grasses, its multiple forearms folded across its chest, its bill wavering up and down as if it was either nodding an affirmative or nodding off to sleep. It regarded Blegg with its tiara of emerald eyes ranged below the dome of its head.
The gabbleduck stretched out one limb and opened out a hand composed of talons like black bananas.

Mika now turned to see the massive pyramidal shape of a gabbleduck, squatting right at the centre of the grated floor, its multiple forearms folded across its chest, its bill dipped onto its chest. It gazed at Dragon with a tiara of emerald eyes ranged just below the naked dome of its head, then turned slightly to fix its gaze on Mika.

BFPO 2005

Didn’t post a lot on this year – it must have been a busy one, or perhaps the last paragraph explains it:

19th Dec.
On the Edge of the Sand now bears the title Prador Moon (for reasons not entirely clear to me, but then I don’t have to sell the book). Polity Agent is now coming under Peter Lavery’s scary pencil and I’m about 85,000 words into Hilldiggers. The Engineer ReConditioned is up for sale POD and I’ve learnt that the distributor (for next year), Diamond, apparently has 800 pre-orders so that’s looking nice.
I’ll be at Forbidden Planet in London to do a stock signing (for Sable Keech HB and Brassman PB), on Saturday 18th Feb from 1-2pm. If you want a copy signed to you, and are in the vicinity, come on in! I’ll be there from about 12.30 — to begin with probably ensconced in some dusty stock room. I’ve just taken up the offer of broadband from Virgin (same price for a year as 24/7 if you were a 24/7 customer). I’m not sure this is a great idea since I’ve been spending too much time titting around on message boards just lately, rather than getting on with some work. Obviously this means an increase in the speed of that titting around and much else but, as I said on one of those message boards: crap increases to fill the bandwidth available.

Calling all Artists!

I’m noticing that scattering amidst the followers of this blog there’s quite a few artists so, bearing that in mind, do any of you guys or any others drifting through here fancy having a go at doing some pictures? Specifically I’m looking for scenes, characters, drones, monsters or anything else you can think of from my fiction. I’ve yet to see, for example, a depiction of a gabbleduck that matches up to what I see in my head. Here you can see two attempts at that, one the cover of The Gabble and the other from the front page of the Asimov’s that first published Alien Archaeology. Perhaps you’d like to do something from The Skinner, maybe a heirodont, ocean or land, maybe a glister or one of the varieties of whelks like the frog whelks here. Plenty of other things that can be attempted, maybe a sand hog from Brass Man with Anderson mounted up, or Mr Crane himself. There’s the spaceships too, like the Ogygian, the Jerusalem or the Cable Hogue. I leave that decision entirely up to you…
The pictures that turn up I’ll display here with any links the artist wants and the three pictures (by separate artists) I judge best will each receive a free copy of Orbus when it comes out next September. If anyone comes up with that picture I’m seeking of a gabbleduck by then, that’ll be worth a copy of Orbus plus copies of the rest of the Macmillan backlist of my books. My contact details can be found in ‘Contacts’ on my Virgin website.

BFPO 2004

5th Feb Another translation deal I’ve just learnt about: Bastei Lubbe in Germany, who previously published Gridlinked and The Skinner, have now taken The Line of Polity and Cowl in a two book deal. The first will be published in May this year and the second in spring 2005. Brass Man is done and dusted (well, apart from the copy editing) and now I’m back on The Voyage of the Sable Keech I’ve just received the hardback and trade paperback issues of Cowl, and very nice they look too. That’s about it… 9th March The first reviews of Cowl are coming in (though it hasn’t actually been released yet) and things are looking good. ‘Dreamwatch Recommends’ and rates it nine out of ten, there’s a good one at http://www.computercrowsnest.com and now another excellent review from Russell Letson in Locus. Once again I’ve sold Snow in the Desert (nice double meaning there), this time for translation in a Czech SF magazine called Ikarie. Additional to the German sale below, I’ve since learnt that Bastei Lubbe took Cowl without even reading it. Now there’s a boost to the confidence. The Voyage of the Sable Keech is now rapidly approaching 140,000 words. I’m feeling particularly pleased with myself as yesterday I polished off the best part of 5000 words. People reading this may be tempted to ask, “But were they good words?” I’ve always found that when I’m churning it out that quickly it usually is good. It’s when I’m laboring over it that it often needs revision. 10th March Another excellent review of Cowl here at http://trashotron.com by Rick Kleffel. I’ve also learnt that Editorial Presenca in Portugal have bought the book for translation. All rather cool really: two translations and four excellent reviews before the book has even been released! 23rd March The limited hardback print run of Cowl has already nearly sold out, and now Macmillan are doing a second one. Hang onto those first editions – they’ll be collector’s items! 24th March In the Gallery on this site I’ve put up bookmarks (I hope this works) so if you have a colour printer and some A4 card you can print up you very own Neal Asher bookmarks. This is total self-promotion, but then what’s this website for? 5th April Tor Macmillan have received and offer for translation rights to Gridlinked, The Skinner and The Line of Polity from Eksmo publishers in Moscow. That’s seven countries now – I’m going to have to set something up in Excel to keep track of it all. I’ve just finished the first draft of The Voyage of the Sable Keech at 152,000 words. Still much to do as some areas need expanding and some need severely hacking, but I need to get away from it for a while so I can come back later and sort wood from trees. And a late addition here: those who want their typescripts checked over professionally should check out John Jarrold’s Script Doctor site https://www.sff.net/people/john-jarrold/ 30th May Now Macmillan have just agreed a new 2-book deal with Stefan Bauer of Bastei-Lubbe (Germany) for Brass Man and The Voyage of the Sable Keech. The first book not yet published and the second book I haven’t even finished working on. Apparently I am now also one of their top SF authors. Excellent reviews of The Skinner (American edition) have now appeared in the New York Times and in Science Fiction Weekly www.scifi.com Also, check out the ‘Gallery’ here for the German cover of The Line of Polity. 24th June Another draft of Voyage of the Sable Keech completed. I’ve written an epilogue for it now and linked chapter starts detailing life forms on Spatterjay as they apply to the story. It now stands at 160,000 words. Having printed that book up, and passed it on to various readers, time for me to turn my attention elsewhere: short stories, novellas, maybe the next novel. 27th July I’m now 40,000 words into book seven which may be called Polity Agent or Agent Prime Cause unless I come up with another title. The Romanian publisher Lucman in Bucharest have made an offer for the translation rights to Cowl and The Line of Polity. And my stories The Thrake and Watchcrab, in Hadrosaur Tales magazine and on the Agony Column (link in contacts) site respectively, received honourable mention in Gardner Dozois’s 21st Annual Year’s Best Science fiction. 4th Aug. I’ve now introduced on here a page where you can order signed copies, some of them first editions, directly from me.

Space Pirates

One of the magazines started submitting to just at about the time I was being taken on by Macmillan was Hadrosaur Tales, which it now seems publishes Tales of the Talisman and also some books. My first tale appeared in issue 8 and will be one anyone who has read Gridlinked will recognize The Dragon in the Flower. Subsequently The Thrake appeared in issue 16 but by this time I was finding it difficult to unearth stories that hadn’t appeared somewhere or were being saved for a collection. However, when the editor David Lee Summers asked me if I had something nautical to appear in his Space Pirates anothology I did have something nasty called Bad Travelling available, a tale about a rather traumatic sailing voyage on an alien world and, though it wasn’t Spatterjay, there were some seriously nasty things in the sea.

Here’s the length blurb for this anthology:

Space Pirates it the first anthology of the Full-Throttle Space Tales series. Edited by David Lee Summers, editor of Tales of the Talisman, Space Pirates contains fifteen swashbuckling tales of pirates in space, by established and rising-star authors. The contents of this treasure chest of adventure include these swarthy tales of deep-space piracy: Eating Vacuum, by Robert E Vardeman: An asteroid miner matches wits with a desperate pirate who is short on oxygen. On the Even of the Last Great Ratings War, by David Boop: Genetically engineered animals battle humans for control of the space-borne airwaves. Adrift, by Carol Hightshoe: The Flying Dutchman legend takes to outer space. Bad Traveling, by Neal Asher: Pirates sailing the seas of a distant planet find their match in alien monsters of the deep. Carbon Copy, by Denielle Ackley-McPhail: Recently demoted Private Alexander suspects that one of the ships of the space fleet are bearing false colors. Space Pirate Cookies, by C.J. Henderson: Aliens are mocking humanity, and that means war. For a Job Well Done, by David Lee Summers: A ruthless pirate finds himself rescuing a victim of human trafficking on the planet Epsilon Indi 2. Lunacy by Anna Paradox: The moon is being taxed to death, and a teenage girl is caught in the middle.by a satellite laser weapon. The Claims Adjustor, by David B. Riley: An insurance claims adjustor from Mars wants to ferret out the pirates who are driving up the cost of shipping from Earth. Never Lie to Yourself, by Uncle River: When a young boy marooned in a space habitat disaster is rescued by bloodthirsty pirates, what exactly does he owe his rescuers? Star Wench, by Daniel M. Hoyt: Captain Beech of the HMS Bounty IV must match his wits against a notorious pirate to save his spaceship’s crew. Searching the Vastness of Space, by Alan L. Lickiss: Rory is a bureaucrat who believes he has discovered proof of interstellar piracy, but finds that pirates are not always what they seem. Captain Barti Ddu, by M.H. Bonham: Morgan Roberts’ life is saved during an attack by Atolian Pirates.by an Eighteenth Century Buccaneer. Earth-Saturn Transit, by W.A. Hoffman: Pirates in deep space are bound by debilitating circuits in their heads, but where there are pirates, there will be mutineers. Ship’s Daughter, by Pamela D. Lloyd and Karl Grotegut: A pirate’s daughter must prove herself to the rest of the crew, without losing her humanity.