Maybe I’m biased, but I like that the books I read have been through not only the publishing gatekeepers, but also scores of reader reviews. I can’t remember the last time I bought and read a book based on marketing materials.Read More
Ian McDonald at Croation Science Fiction convention SFeraKon 2010. McDonald answers questions from his choice of setting to his choice of female protagonists.Read More
There was a time when I couldn’t get enough of reading about writing — blogs, books, magazines, graffiti, you name it, I read it. The blogs and web pages I’ve subscribed to over the last two years have changed as my needs have changed.
I have a host of helpful writer sites on my reader that, where I used to pore over each article, I now skim the titles reading them only occasionally. I also subscribe to book review sites, but even those I’ve taken to browsing.
Of the stack of writing books I own, there are some I return to time and again, but only as references. Sometimes I’ll revisit others and they’ll seem like part of my past, like thumbing through old college notebooks that hold less meaning than they once did.
I still do enjoy reading about the craft, but I think I’ gravitating more toward authors’ perspectives than foundational stuff. I like finding out how and why authors came to be.
I listen to a fair number of podcasts. I love author interviews, especially when they talk about the craft. If anything, those interviews remind me that the craft is always work and rarely mystical, making writing well seem much more attainable.
I suppose this change is fairly natural as a writer becomes more familiar and more comfortable with the basics. It doesn’t mean I’ve mastered those things — I’m thinking that’s a lifelong process — just that I’m more interested in exploring beyond them. From time to time, I know I’ll come back around and revisit those things with a slightly different perspective.
Of course, I’m always on the lookout for new books about writing, books that offer new perspectives that can expand how I think about writing. I’m not just talking mechanics and techniques, but also approaches and the cerebral and spiritual aspects of writing. Also, I try to read fiction that will stretch my mind as well. There’s tons of great stuff out there that will serve as better inspiration than any book about writing can.
Then there’s also the act of writing. For me it’s the best way to learn. I can read all I want, but if I have no experience to which I can relate what I’m reading, what’s the point. Writing is also the most gratifying method of learning.
How about you? What’s your passion and what do you do to keep on learning?
Is there such a thing as too many books? Not bloody likely. I love having a backlog of books to read. In my current queue I have Iron Council, All My Friends are Going to be Strangers, Towers of Midnight, Gormenghast, Books 2 and 3 of the Millennium Trilogy, and Around the World in 80 Days. The list goes on, but you get the idea.
For the most part, birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries and father’s day keep me in books the year round. This year is no exception. My wife is always the biggest contributer to my library, but others trickle in as well.
This year’s birthday brought these:
I listened to an interview with Charles Yu on The Starship Sofa. Yu struck me as a thoughtful, intelligent guy. When he explained that this book is essentially about a father and son relationship, I put it on my wishlist.
How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe is a triumph, as good as anything in Calvino or Stanislaw Lem. I wish I could travel back in time with a copy and fraudulently publish it under my own name. Like most people, I thought I learned everything I needed to know about time travel from H.G. Wells and Star Trek, but I thought wrong: In Yu’s skillful hands a worn-out science fiction plot device becomes a powerfully expressive metaphor for how we experience the flickering, ineffable, ungraspable spatio-temporal phenomenon of life. Because after all, we’re all time travelers, blundering forward into the future at the rate of one second per subjectively experienced second.
After reading River of the Gods, I needed more Ian McDonald in my life. Throw in a giant futuristic steam engine on the cover and You’ve got me. I also have Dervish House on my list, but the bearers of gifts selected Desolation Road. I’m not complaining a bit.
“Flavoured with a voice that blends the delightful prose of Jack Vance with the idiosyncratic stylings of Cordwainer Smith, this novel is, most of all, about the dusty town of Desolation Road in the middle of the red Martian desert. Episodic in scope, it would also work as short stories. An elderly couple get lost in the infinite space of their garden, a baby growing in a jar is stolen and replaced with a mango, a man called The Hand plays electric guitar for the clouds and starts the first rain for one hundred and fifty thousand years.” —SFSite
This one worries me a little because I fear it may cover some of the same ground as The Cloud Chamber. The upside is that there’s only one way to find out.
From a review at fantasybookcritic.com:
I have not encountered the inventiveness, sense of wonder and generally the “many goodies” of The Last Page in a debut – all packed in a reasonable 400 odd pages – since John C Wright’s Golden Age and Gary Gibson’s Angel Stations, though this one is fantasy with blood magic, necromancy, mysterious and ultra-powerful beings as well as airships, guns, newspapers and a “steampunk” like setting with an early industrial flavor.
I follow Scalzi’s blog regularly and have listened to his short story After the Coup. I find his sense of humor to be enjoyable and his insights pretty good. Even so, I thought I should sample his longer fiction and slapped The God Engines on my wish list. Here’s hoping it bears all the good sensibilities I enjoy in his blog posts. The reviews on this thing are all over the place, so it’ll be interesting to see. I’ve read the first few pages on-line and was intrigued enough to continue.
A snippet of a review from Literary Sluts:
This is the tale of a world of faith over science, with multiple gods. It explores religion, faith and sexuality. It manages to make a complete world, society and belief system known in only 136 pages. There is a huge unexpected revelation at the end, which basically twists everything you thought was true and leaves you …shaken.
Ever since I came across the idea of the New Weird, I’ve been intrigued. I’ve followed Jeff VanderMeer’s blog and read Finch. I cut my New Weird teeth on China Mieville’s Perdido Street Station and followed that up with The City and The City and The Scar. I’ve already read VanderMeer’s introductory chapter to this collection and would encourage anyone who has an interest on the topic to check it out.
Here’s an excerpt from that intro:
New Weird is a type of urban, secondary-world fiction that subverts the romanticized ideas about place found in traditional fantasy, largely by choosing realistic, complex real-world models as the jumping off point for creation of settings that may combine elements of both science fiction and fantasy. New Weird has a visceral, in the moment quality that often uses elements of surreal or transgressive horror for its tone, style, and effects — in combination with the stimulus of influence from the New Wave writers…
And lastly, a book with no words in it. Yet. A lovely moleskine book with ruled pages so I can rule the pages. Can’t wait to fill it up. Maybe the next novel will be completely hand written. My hand is cramping already.
I’ve recently read the kind of books that get the wheels turning. The kind that make me want to write and cause me to despair about writing all at once.Read More