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Worldcon report: day 4

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…osed to grab the LH crowd for dinner right afterwards. Of course, I didn’t realise this until long after Tony was gone… The 5pm panel was about Researching Your World, and there were 5 of us on it, which was where I discovered one of the difficulties about panels no one had told me: getting the floor when you’re shy and when four other people also want the floor… Upshot is, I listened a lot until SM Stirling left at 6pm–with only four panelists, i…

A Taste of Light: Cooking the Books with Jeannette Ng

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…h as a reader and as a writer (some people hate reading present tense, for example, others find first person uncomfortable), but those preferences are just that.   Tade Thompson: “Durian! What’s the best way to consume it?” I confess not to be the biggest fan of the fruit raw. It was a deeply divisive fruit in my household when I was younger and my mother would always bring up how she had triumphantly converted my father, a longtime hater of the f…

Guest post: Nancy Fulda on Freeing the statue from the stone

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…ues including Asimov’s, Jim Baen’s Universe, and Norilana Books’ Warrior, Wisewoman anthology. She is a Phobos Award recipient, a two-time WOTF Finalist, and an assistant editor at Jim Baen’s Universe. Nancy also manages the custom anthology web site at http://www.anthologybuilder.com, where visitors can assemble a print-ready anthology of stories by prominent authors. Nancy keeps a blog at http://nancyfulda.livejournal.com. She lives in Germany w…

Brazilian Science Fiction in English

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…eased a teaser of the first ten pages, so take a look for yourself: http://www.ospassarinhos.com.br/teaser-from-the-earth-to-the-moon-gn/ (published in Brazil by Desiderata, part of Ediouro) 8: Cesar Alcázar’s “Fury of the Black Hound”, a 19,000 word novella set in his “Black Hound” world of historical fantasy (11th century Ireland). Aa sword-and-sorcery style protagonist, although the stories themselves tend more toward historical fantasy. They’r…

SFF as metaphor: aliens, vampires, foreigners and immigrants

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…te depressed about some aspects of genre. I think I need a stiff tea… Feel free to comment/discuss/disagree below, I’m off to write some novel chapters… [1] Aka: globalisation and the disparity of power it brings, but that’s a whole other blog post! [2] The encroachment of humanity on, say, fae lands goes back to one of the points above: it presents an explicit parallel between Fae and Native populations, which does two things. One, it presents co…

Awards consideration/recommendation post

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…tailed, twisty thriller that follows Molly from childhood to adult, asking questions about free will, identity and the price of survival on the way. A gruesome and neat little horror book. Martha Wells’s All Systems Red is a fast paced SF romp with an unforgettable protagonist, the misanthropic Murderbot, whose only dream is to watch TV series—except that those pesky humans keep getting into trouble… Poetry I don’t always do poetry, but Brandon O’…

Awards season

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…BSFA. It’s in the SFWA forums for those who want to download it, and also online on my website. -my short story “The Shipmaker” (Interzone, Nov/Dec 2010 issue) is eligible for the Hugos Awards, and for the BSFA awards (and has received at least one nomination already). Likewise, quite happy to email it to voters. -for those with more time on their hands, my novel Servant of the Underworld is eligible for the Hugos, Nebulas and BSFA awards (and th…

Nebula Awards Final Ballot

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…nte (Catherynne M. Valente, Jun09) Leviathan, Scott Westerfeld (Simon, Oct09) For more information, visit www.nebulaawards.com or www.sfwa.org…

The House of Sundering Flames: chapter one

…barbed lunch with his husband and co-head of House Asmodeus, in which they compared notes about an upcoming dinner with envoys of other Houses. Nothing surprising or insurmountable. He was out in the gardens, halfway between his office’s open French windows and the river. The lawn, pockmarked with debris and ash, sloped down to what had been the quays by the river Seine and which was now a roiling mass of gray, iridescent water. He’d made the mist…