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08-26-05: Lucius Shepard Shoots for 'Eternity' and Nightshade Offers 'Trujillo'; Sutin's 'Divine Invasions' & Carrere's 'I Am Alive'

Shepherding Shepard

PS PUblishing (top), Eternity (center), Night Shade (bottom -- not final cover!)

Collections of short stories from well-known writers such as Lucius Shepard are not uncommon. But a collection consisting entirely of novellas is something else. For those of us who might have had to pass on the PS Publishing collection 'Trujillo' -- at a minimum of fifty-something bucks it does take a certain bite out of the budget -- you can pick up 'Eternity and Other Stories' (Thunder's Mouth Press / Avalon Publishing ; September 2005 ; $15.95), which includes nearly all of the novellas in 'Trujillo' for about a third the price. This meaty trade paperback is chock-a-block full of the kind of surreal but topical fiction that makes Shepard a must-read again and again.

'Only Partly Here' starts with "The legends of the pit," but rapidly ends up at Ground Zero in post 9/11 New York. 'A Walk in the Garden' roams the mountains of Iraq, while 'Eternity and Afterward' dives into the depths of Moscow to encounter a demonic underworld ruler. Lucius Shepard is a global traveler and has been from the onset. It's one of the strengths of his fiction, and one of the reasons I enjoyed 'The Jaguar Hunter' when I picked up the Arkham House first edition about ten million years ago.

Dinosaurs ruled the Earth, and the Internet served only universities and the stock market quote firm that employed me. But I remember as if it were yesterday the experience of reading Shepard's multi-cultural horror fiction. At least back then I called it horror, as that was the catch-all genre of the moment. These days, you'd be tempted to call Shepard's work magic realism, if only to poke an academic eye for fun. Not profit involved, however.

Shepard's a powerhouse writer, and Thunder's Mouth have generously packaged and priced this collection of stories. Even if you are so incredibly compulsive that you've bought PS Publishing's 'Trujillo' collection, you can make a good case for buying this volume. The PS book is the one you read at home while wearing your white Demco gloves, while the Thunder's Mouth TPB version is the one you take to the taqueria.

For those who want the title novel from PS Publishing's 'Trujillo', you can thank Night Shade Books in advance. 'Trujillo' (Night Shade Books ; September 15, 2005 ; $24.95 cloth) is a shortish (192 page) novel, the story of a semi-retired psychologist, Dr. Arturo Ochoa, who takes on a patient with more than worldly problems. Set on the Mosquito Coast, you can be certain that Shepard will stray into the supernatural with his usual combination of class and panache, in such a way that even those who think they dont like "that sort of stuff" in their fiction will be pleasantly surprised.

According to Night Shade's website, this is "this is not the same as the collection published in the UK in 2004.". Well of course it isn't! It's also not the same number of pages as 'Trujillo' from the collection. In the PS tome, it's 153 pages; the Night Shade volume sports 192 pages. There may or may not be some textual differences. Night Shade's books are nice enough that I'd hesitate to bring them to the taqueria.

And finally a word of comfort for those who had to sort of pick themselves up off the floor when they saw the VISA bill for their PS Publishing signed, limited edition of 'Trujillo'. Yes, you do get more than J. K. Potter's art to enjoy; there are a few stories that yet remain in that collection that dont appear in either 'Eternity' or 'Trujillo'. As much as it can be in this crazy, mixed up world of multi-cultural, multi-continental publishing, everybody is a winner. Especially, if you're me, your credit card company.


PKD Trade Paperback Bios

Are you now? Well, probably, as it happens, probably.
Well, I guess that today is the trade paperback Friday, because I've brought you a couple of Philip K. Dick biographies that have just this moment seen release as uh, trade paperbacks. If youre one of those people who can proudly call yourself a Dickhead, well then, Dickhead, this is a day to celebrate.

'Divine Invasions: A Life of Philip K. Dick' (Carroll and Graf / Avalon Publishing ; September 19, 2005 ; $15.95) is the definitive biography by Lawrence Sutin, the definitive biographer of Philip K. Dick. First published in 1989 by Harmony Books, 'Divine Invasions' is the sourcebook for understanding Dick and his life from the outside in and the inside out. If, for example, you're doing research or writing a paper for school, this is the book you want and need. If you want reams of references, a fat load of footnotes, photographs of the man with and without beard, then this is your best choice. This is a detailed and scholarly look at a man who was very detailed but not necessarily scholarly. This is the biography approved by the family, the biography that should be on the shelf of pretty much every reader of Dick's work.

Emmanuel Carrere's 'I Am Alive and You Are Dead' (Picador / St. Martin's Press ; June 2005 ; $15.00) takes rather different track. Carrere, who likes to get into the minds of his subjects, attempts to do this for Philip K. Dick. He takes an interesting route, and one I feel that Dick himself would approve of. He tells readers in the preface, "It's a trip into the mind of a man who regarded even his craziest books not as works of the imagination, but as factual reports. I quite enjoyed Carrere's 'The Adversary', his look into the mind of a man the book, but dont if you're easily upset. It's that kind of book.

'I Am Alive' is not that kind of book, at least not if your relationship to reality is as flexible as Philip K. Dick's. I might suggest that this is the biography the author might have written himself, were he able to do what Houdini could not do and return from death. For those who would like a more novelized, stream-reading approach, then this is the title of choice.

Of course, if you really want to understand Philip K. Dick, the best way is to read a boatload of his books. There was a time in the 1980's when I literally had a couple of shelves of PKD UK and DAW paperbacks. I still have many of those books, the pages thin with age and flimsy to the touch. I still read them, particularly 'Martian Time Slip', 'Ubik' and 'The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch'. And yes, as my credit card bills will attest, my relationship with reality is all too flexible.

08-25-05: 'Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading' by Maureen Corrigan; 'Big Weather' by Mark Svenvold

A Familiar Sentiment

A runway model who reads.
You probably think that the last thing you need to read about is reading. I thought that myself, and let this lovely little proof age in a place where it escaped my notice until after my return from the UK. But when I was out in the garage extracting the hardcover edition of the book I'm currently reading -- the OH SO WONDERFUL Phil Rickman's 'The Prayer of the Night Shepherd' -- this book popped out from underneath. And, as with so many books, I made the mistake of opening it up and starting to read...

And if you want to know why it seems that I'm always a day a late and dollar short, well there's the reason. You pick up some damned book and before you know it fifty pages and forty minutes have disappeared into your oh-so-tiny brain. Since even the dog was napping, I didn't have to say 'Leave Me Alone, I'm Reading' (Random House ; September 6, 2005 ; $24.95). That's good, because Maureen Corrigan's book is quite a little page-turner for a book about books and reading. It's quite a little page-turner period, because, frankly, I felt like I found a kindred spirit, another human who would just as soon read as do anything else. And if you feel that way, chances are you'll enjoy reading this book as well.

" It's not that I don't like people," Corrigan begins. "It's just that when I'm in the company of others–even my nearest and dearest–there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book." Talk about a hook for compulsive readers! OK. You should all know who Maureen Corrigan is. For sixteen years, you've been listening to her book reviews for Fresh Air on NPR. Yes, she reviews the literary literature, but she also reviews mysteries and enjoys serial fiction; she also enjoys using the semicolon. You do something for sixteen years, you know, you get pretty good at it. Maureen Corrigan is a highly experienced reader, and she's got some things to tell even the most pile o' books readers out there about how to read.

Now, these are things that every reader of this site already knows. But seeing them expressed with clarity and wit will make you even more enthused and less apologetic about your addiction. This book is the highly caffeinated coffee of your reading diet, something that will get you just slightly-over-excited about the rest of your reading agenda, even if you have little interface with hers.

That's the main deal here. Corrigan and I overlap a bit on the literary side and bit on mysteries, but otherwise, poof. And it dont matter a whit, except that it gets me really curious about her choices. As if I need more choices for reading! But who the hell cares, because frankly, it's just a relief to find out that other people have this experience:

" 'Do you ever get tired of reading?' people sometime ask me–particularly people who have seen the inside of my house, where stacks of books are piled on the dining room table, the floor of my bedroom and study, and even on the radiators in the summertime." OK, so I dont have radiators here in California, but the rest of it is a spot-on description. What Maureen Corrigan does for the compulsive reading set is to present them to themselves and the world as people every bit as interesting as the books they read and as they think they are. And you dont have to do a thing beyond telling those around you to leave you alone–you're reading.

Run This Way – Or This Way

Yeah, there's a big crinkle at the top of the book cover. Boo hoo.
My interest in the tornado chasing set began when I read Bruce Sterling's wonderful novel 'Heavy Weather'. Within a couple of years of the release of that novel, we saw the release of a special-effects based movie about storm chasers and shortly after that, storm chasers became a staple on the various non-fiction TV channels. And you know, you'd think I'd get tired of the whole deal.

Sorry, wrong number. There's something endlessly fascinating about storms, and so 'Big Weather' (Henry Holt and Co. ; May 10, 2005 ; $26.00) by Mark Svenvold didn't have to sit for very long before it came off the Rolling Shelves and onto the dining room table. What I expected was a book with lots of pictures of well, Big Weather. What you get instead is a book about people who are interested in Big Weather. Big Difference, and better than what you thought you wanted.

Tornadoes are not just an American phenomenon, but most of them do happen in the US. And the book is basically about a very peculiar cross section of Americans, pre and post-Twister storm chasers who are looking for excitement, for glory, or for great photographs and film to sell. There's a bizarre cross-up of what Svenvold calls "Catastrophilia" and hucksterism. These guys are sort of like PT Barnum in a crash helmet. But Svenvold genuinely likes his subjects, though he doesn't idolize them. What he does do is give them to you in all their storm chasing, product-hyping glory. Consider it the analysis of a very strange business and the even stranger people who run it.

That's the bottom line on 'Big Weather'. It's not really about the weather so much as the folks who follow it. You may like some of these folks, you may not like some of them. You might want to buy their products, and you might buy products from companies who have bought their products. Svenvold knows how to tell a story, and key to great storytelling is great characters. People who follow thunderstorms and tornadoes in specially modified cars might not make great neighbors say, but they surely qualify as great characters.

To my mind, any book in which the author coins the term Catastrophilia is a book that I want to read. We live in a culture of Catastrophilia, a rubber-necker's paradise. You can't look away. But you can RUN AWAY. If you're inclined to do the latter but not the former, then perhaps this is the book for you. If not -- run that way.

08-24-05: Michael Cunningham's 'Specimen Days'

The Literary Spin

...To be followed by "Lab Rat Nights'?
There's a good reason to be suspicious when literary authors decide to dip into the literary toolbox labeled Science Fiction. All too often they do so in a condescending manner, certain that they are writing literature, not merely science fiction. But Michael Cunningham appears to have taken a rather different path in his latest novel, 'Specimen Days' (Farrar, Straus and Giroux ; June 24, 2005 ; $25.00). With elements of supernatural horror and lizard-aliens from science fiction, he's embraced weird fiction and with a vigor that suggests he's not afraid to be called a science fiction writer.

Of course, were he to be a refugee from the genre, we'd probably be condescending and call this novel a fix-up, with its three different narrative threads, set 150 years apart. 'In the Machine', the first section of the novel, takes place in 1850, at the height of the Industrial revolution, and involves a boy who believes that the ghost of his brother inhabits the machine that killed him. 'The Children's Crusade', which follows, is a day-after-tomorrow thriller in which Cat Martin pursues terrorists with an unclear agenda. And finally, 'Like Beauty' is set in a New York overwhelmed by truly alien refugees. Presiding over the entire novel is the Walt Whitman, who gave his autobiography the same title.

Cunningham's novel takes its cue from SF in a variety of fashions. We do have a fix-up here, even if it is deliberately conceived as such, and in each portion, he's writing at novella length, again a staple of the science fiction world. If it walks like SF and it talks like SF, I guess that it's SF. We'll pick it up read it and evaluate it on its merits.

What is absent from 'Specimen Days' are the kinds of mistakes often made by those who first decide to write in the genre. Cunningham knows that he's using tools, not inventing them, and this makes all the difference in the world. Because he knows that he's not inventing the wheel and discovering fire, he can get on with the business of telling his story in an imaginative fashion, and with his own wonderfully observed prose. His challenge will be to keep his literary audience along for the ride. While science fiction readers are happy to have some literature cut into their genre fiction, literary readers are a bit more skittish when it comes to finding science fiction -- or at least lizard-like aliens -- in their literature.

These skeptical readers of literature may have to get used to finding science fiction in their literature. Once a toolbox is opened, it's never closed. The tools get passed around from writer to writer, from generation to generation. With enough use, the toolbox labeled Science Fiction ends up with no label whatsoever, and the tools, be they ghosts in the machine or lizard-like aliens, end up being no more -- and no less -- than elements of style.


08-23-05: Jeffrey Ford's 'The Girl in the Glass'; Tim Powers' 'Strange Itineraries'

Now Marketed as TPB Mainstream Literature

What the heck kind of novel is this?
So you'd never guess, would you, that the book in the picture is Jeffrey Ford's 'The Girl in the Glass' (Dark Alley / Harper Collins; August 1, 2005 ; $13.95). Even the type on the cover is demure to the point that you dont really notice what it says. This isnt to knock the design, it's rather nice. I'm just mentioning this because the usual genre fiction crowd who love Jeff Ford's stuff so much will have to exert some extra effort to find this one. There are no Space Squids here, nor are there Imperious Glaring Sorcerers. Where things start in Ford's latest is back in the Depression.

The story of 'The Girl in the Glass' is told by a Mexican immigrant who is posing as a Hindu for a scam artist running the old "show us your spirits" act. Look, if you think this thing goes out of style, EVER, then look at the recent success of John Edwards. In Ford's novel, Diego has been taken on by Thomas Schell to add a bit of spice and also to help the poor kid avoid "repatriation". Ford gave a great talk about this in the interview I did with him. In it, he told me about the tendency to blame the poorest for the economic tragedies that the rich often bring on themselves. Thus, even though it was stock speculation that helped bring about the Great Depression, the blame was placed in part on Mexican immigrants who were kindly and conveniently "repatriated." Read "deported, if they are lucky". Diego and Schell bang along scamming New York's grieving rich with faked séances and cheesecloth ectoplasm.

That is, until Schell sees an image of a young girl in a pane of glass, asking him for help. That's when he decides to pursue the mystery, to find out who she is -- if she's real -- what she wants and why. Of course, none of this is straightforward, and all of it rapidly becomes very dangerous.

Ford is one of those authors that I think really deserves a bestseller; he seems to pack in all sorts of appeal for a wide audience. I'm glad to see him coming back to the historical novel, and I think I'm glad that this is packaged as it is. Now, I'll have to admit that the packaging for 'The Portrait of Mrs. Charbuque was not bad, but it did seem a bit off -- a certainly did not do the novel justice. This is better, but I dont know if theyre going to snag the audience they want here. Presumably, readers who liked Ford last time around will find this one. We know enough to look for him. But readers who dont know about him may not suss from this cover the fact that this is not a navel-gazing novel of angst but a wild and wooly historical mystery laced with a soupcon of the supernatural. Frankly, Ford offers enough prickly texture that he does not need to include the supernatural to make his novels appealing. This is a must buy for me and should be for almost every reader of this site.

One aspect of this novel that really interests me is the Dark Alley Imprint. When last we saw them, they were busily publishing another under-known favorite, David J. Schow, with his title 'Bullets of Rain'. Will Dark Alley become a catch-all for some of today's top unclassifiable writers? Stay tuned, I'm looking into this!

Dont leave the purchase of this novel to guesswork. The new Jeff Ford novel is out, at long last. Time to celebrate.

Plan Your Trip Wisely

A decent, appropriate cover, but...nothing to jump up and down about.
Tim Powers' 'Strange Itineraries' (Tachyon Publications ; July 1, 2004 ; $15.95) is a good demonstration of what bad distribution can do. Here is a book that is right on the auto-buy list, but it totally evaded my notice. I picked it up at Worldcon, but had not seen it before, either in my local independent nor in any of my online sources. Shame on me, but really...if I dont see it then something is sort of broke.

Well, needless to say it's not anything in this book. 'Strange Itineraries' is comprised of all the short fiction of Tim Powers, and as such, includes everything in the Subterranean Press volume, 'Night Moves'. It also includes three stories not in that beautifully bound tome; 'Pat Moore' from 'Flights: Extreme Visions of Fantasy', 'Fifty Cents', by James P. Blaylock and Powers, which first appeared in 'The Devils in the Details' from Subterranean Press; and 'Through and Through', which also appeared in 'The Devils in the Details' but is by Powers alone.

It's quite nice really, to see the Powers stories collected at such a bargain price. Powers is one of those writers who commands a very hard-core audience of readers. He's been in the best company for along time, as part of a writing group that included Philip K. Dick and Dean R. Koontz. He meticulously crafts his fiction, researching for years on topics before committing them to paper. He's received some of the finest limited editions you can find, thanks to publishers like Charnal House. If you've never read Powers and prefer short stories, then you must buy this collection immediately. If you have read Powers, and dont have this collection, then you'll want it to ensure that your obsessive book-buying compulsion is sated -- and at a very decent price. Hold this one up as a model of effective economic planning, so when you're springing for the Hill House editions you can say, "See, here, remember that Tim Powers' collection? It was only $15.95!"

08-22-05: Myths for the Modern Age Edited by Win Scott Eckert; Guru Guru Pon-Chan by Satomi Ikezawa

Philip José Farmer's Wold Newton Universe Wrought Large

You will never escape the curse of pulp fiction! NEVER!
It's simply amazing what can happen when you're not looking. I enjoyed Philip Jose Farmer's novels of the 1970's, particularly 'Venus on the Half Shell', written under the nom de plume Kilgore Trout. As readers of a certain age will recall, Kilgore Trout was the perennially unsuccessful science fiction writer created by Kurt Vonnegut, who in retrospect, bears a great deal of resemblance to Philip K. Dick, and was probably no small inspiration for Steve Aylett's Jeff Lint, whose imaginary life is chronicled in the brilliant 'Lint'.

So we've got a first paragraph with nearly as many imaginary writers as real writers, and that's only appropriate when the book I'm eventually going to get round to talking about is Win Scott Eckert's 'Myths for the Modern Age: Philip José Farmer's Wold Newton Universe' (Monkeybrain Books ; November 2005 ; $14.95). So. When last we were on-topic, we were talking about Farmer, who first came to fame with the then shockingly naughty 'Flesh' of 1960. By the time he headed to 'Riverworld', I was pretty much done with science fiction, or so I thought. The idea of Riverworld never appealed to me; with its use of real figures like Samuel Clemens, it seemed kind of heavy-handed, even as it brought Farmer his largest audience. Go figure.

Farmer was to pursue the opposite path as well. In 'Tarzan Alive' and 'Doc Savage: His Apocalyptic Life', he treated fictional characters as if they were real instead of writing fiction about real-life figures like Clemens. These titles were included in the part of Farmer's career I missed. So I also missed the whole Wold Newton family tree, the idea of which was that in the Wold Newton family tree, one could find just about every superhero and ultra-villain one could imagine from the annals of modern pulpish fiction. Thus, you get Sherlock Holmes, Fu Manchu, Philip Marlowe and James Bond all under one big meta-pulp umbrella. Farmer wrote essays and stories that carried these ideas even further, and 'Myths' collects for the first time all of these essays with a shed-load of additional material that brings even more fictional characters into the fold.

Imagine me -- fairly well read in this field and a few others -- encountering this for the first time. Wow, I say, wow. Scott Eckert posted the first site on the Internet dedicated to the Wold Newton family and served as "an expert consultant on crossovers involving characters from pulp fiction and Victorian literature for a lawsuit concerning a major motion picture." Say that three times, really fast. No wait -- think that three times really fast, then see if you can a decent sentence with subjects and verbs all in a row.

What strikes me as most fascinating about this title is that on the surface, skimming, you're going to wonder where the real scholarly articles about the Wold Newton Family end and the faux scholarly articles about the Wold Newton Family begin. This is a giant, brain-blurring smear across any notions of literary stability or reality you might have wished to hold. Cue the awesome John Picacio cover. Crank up the creaky violin music. The problem here is not that the works in this title don't make sense. The problem is that it all makes too much sense, it all seems too perfect. What the heck is going on here? Is reality really that fictional? Is fiction really that real? If your head's not spinning fast enough, you might want to pick this book up, just to get a little centrifugal force going. And wonder, just wonder, what else you might have missed.

Del Rey Does Manga

Blue bears need no translation.
What does a science fiction imprint do when it's not publishing science fiction?


Ok, so let's just suppose you're wondering what the heck manga is, exactly. Yes, I know you're all so cued in that this is redundant, but I'm not. So. Why Manga, and why Del Rey, what 'Guru Guru Pon-Chan' (Del Rey / Ballantine / Random House ; August 1, 2005 ; $10.95 ; "Ages 13+").

OK, according to Wikipedia, manga means "random (or whimsical) pictures". Manga has origins as deep as the 12th century, but manga as we know it refers basically to Japanese comics drawn after World War II. Until recently, one might have been tempted to say that manga is more respected and more popular than comic books in the Western world, but work like Neil Gaiman's 'Sandman' series and a spate of big-bucks movie adaptations of comic book characters has pretty much put paid to that notion. Of course, I live in a rather odd world, no?

So what we have here are the US big publishers taking a whack at Manga, and pretty much doing it very right. It's published back to front and right to left, just as it is in Japan. In fact, if you turn it over and try to read it like a book, you'll encounter a giant "TOMARE!!!" (STOP!!!) on the first page to make sure you dont get off on the wrong foot. There are extensive and pretty damn interesting notes at the end, including a manga about the making of a manga by the author, Satomi Ikezawa. ("Creator of Othello!" the front cover tells us, adding yet another layer to the controversy about the true author of Shakespeare's work.)

It's not too surprising that Del Rey has picked up on manga, since much manga is highly science fictional. Those of us with kids of a certain age have without doubt seen 'Neon Genesis Evangelion' and 'Dragon Ball Z'. Presumably, Del Rey is investing not only in the present of manga -- which is highly popular and highly profitable in Japan -- they're investing in future science fiction fans as well, even if they are sort of following in the footsteps of Vertical-Inc.

'Guru Guru Pon-Chan' is about an adorable Labrador retriever that is transformed into an adorable human girl. Hi-jinks ensue, such as when she chows down on a bowl of dog food. It's just a coincidence, damn it, that the Labrador retriever on the back cover has a big hug on a blue teddy bear, not unlike the blue teddy bear that our pug treasures. Some things are apparently universal and need no translation.