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      10-26-07: Catherynne M. Valente Unfolds 'The
        Orphan's Tales' ; Agony Column Podcast News Report : 'Tastes Like Cuba'
 
 
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  'In the Night Garden', 'In the Cities of Coin
          and Spice'
 
            
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              | Beautiful
                    to look at, better to read. |  Here's one I missed
          that I should not have missed, but the second arrives in time to let
          readers know about the first – as well as the
          second. I spoke with Catherynne M. Valente shortly before the release
          of her first
          novel, the intense, surreal 'The Labyrinth'. I even got her to read
          some poetry and short fiction; here, here, here and here. She had mentioned
          an upcoming project in that interview, but I never saw
          the
          fruits of
          those
          labors
          until the second volume arrived on my doorstep. I may miss books once
          in a while,
          but I'm not completely without clue.
 
 And thus, I commend readers to run, not walk to their bookstores and
          find Valente's 'The Orphan's Tales: In the Night Garden' (Bantam Spectra
          / Random
          House ; November 2006 ; $14.00) and the follow-up, 'The Orphan's Tales:
          In the Cities of Coin and Spice'. These books are everything a book
          should be; well-written, imaginative, lushly illustrated, nicely produced
          and
          bargain priced. For everyone falling over themselves to find "The
          next" who-the-heck-ever, forget that quest and hope that there's
          someone else out there as good as Valente, who sculpts bizarre, beautiful,
          ornate
          dreams into shimmering little jewel-like stories. And those little
          jewels turn out to be letters in a larger alphabet, the stories pieces
          of a larger
          weave.
 
 The setup here is simple, familiar and yet nicely innovative. "...A
          child whose face was like the new moon shining" sits in the Palace
          Garden alone. She was born with an unusual birthmark inside her eyelids,
          from which she reads stories. Stories of strange monsters and curses and
          fates best not imagined. Those stories comprise the novels, but they slot
          into a larger story as well. They’re intricate, intelligent,
          funny, disturbing; they are life, refracted through a vivid imagination
          with a
          facility for lovely language.
 
 
 
            
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                    Illustrations by Michael Kumata. |  Yes, it's The Arabian Nights re-birthed for the 21st century. Frankly,
          we could use it. But the stories here are not the whole story. I'm
          generally disinclined to like the sorts of books that New York prints.
          Mostly, they're
          just product, but somebody put a lot of care into these, and at fourteen
          bucks a pop, they really give the small press a run for its money.
          Vivid line drawings by Michael Kumata illuminate the manuscript within,
          matched
          by fantastic interior book design done by Glen Edelstein. 'In the Night
          Garden' sports cover design by the ever-dependable Jamie S. Warren
          Youll and cover art by Jon Foster. Michael Komarck provides the cover
          illustrations
          for 'In the Cities of Coin and Spice'; otherwise the design team remains
          the same.
 
 And this is important to Valente's work. Make no mistake, her prose
          could carry the day. But the book design and even the trade paperback
          format
          all contribute to a much richer reading experience. These are books
          that will actually lie open when you set them on the table at the tacqueria,
          so you can eat that two-handed burrito the size of your forearm. They're
          compact enough to take on a trip without busting your bag, but long
          enough
          to last the whole plane trip even for fast readers. But you won’t
          want to read these books fast. You'll want to buy them fast. My copy
          of 'In the Night Garden' is a second damn printing, so you may have
          to hunt
          a bit, but I'm guessing the fussiest among us can find a first printing
          without breaking your bankbook. But that's not so important as finding
          the book, finding yourself within the book. That's a real possibility
          here; either finding yourself, or losing yourself, at which point the
          distinction
        becomes nebulous. Fabulous. Fabled.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast News Report : 'Tastes Like Cuba' : Eduardo Machado's
        Memoir with Recipes and Michael DomitrovichOn today's Agony
          Column Podcast News Report, find out what moved playwright Edward Machado,
          who has written over forty plays, to include
            the recipes
        in his memoir 'Tastes Like Cuba: An Exile's Hunger for Home'. I haven’t
        tried any yet, but several are in the queue, and they all sound quite
        delightful. I love to cook and to take my time cooking. First one must
        clean up the
        kitchen, then set out the utensils. It can take three to four hours to
        make decent meal in an enjoyable fashion. It's probably easier and healthier
      to just listen
      to the MP3 of the phone interview.
 
 
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      10-25-07: The Twilight Limited ; Agony Column
          Podcast News Report : Eliot Fintushel Reads "How the Little Rabbi
        Grew" at SF in SF
 
 
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        The Rolling Darkness Revue 2007
          
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                    that train a comin'. For you. |  This is my favorite time of the year.  The nights are long and last well
        into the early hours of what might otherwise be dawn. It's 4:33 AM, and
        I'm about to go running on the beach, and now, when I do so, it is full
        dark. The skies
          are brutally clear and the moon has set. It's just stars and darkness.
          It's a time of year to be afraid. Which of course means it's time to
          read, to listen to horror stories, those tales told around a campfire
          meant to comfort and disturb us. A self-contradicting goal that embraces
          belief in opposing ideas. It's all going to be all right. Everything
          dies.
 
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 I was wrong about the moonset. A nearly full, barely gibbous moon, bloated
        and orange hung over the Monterey Bay and set while I ran. And now I have
        returned, to write some more about books for those of us who know they
        need never end, who know that they're vitally important not just to us
        personally, but to our society as a whole. The act of reading, of listening
        to stories is an important cultural statement and experience. Today I'm
        podcasting Eliot Fintushel's reading from SF in SF, and the story is strangely
        appropriate for approaching the Halloween season.
 
 The real train leaves this Friday. It's a West Coast run only, I'm sorry
        to say, but The Rolling Darkness
        Revue with Glen Hirshberg, Pete Atkins and on one stop, Dennis Etchison,
        will begin on October 26, at Skylight
        Books in Los Feliz, California. Glen Hirshberg will read his new
        story 'Miss Ill-Kept Runt' and Peter Atkins will read his new story,
        'Last of
        the Invisible Kings'. That stop will as well include Mr. Etchison reading
        his story 'Call Home'. Music for that performance will come from Rex
        Flowers and Jonas Yip. I
        covered this tour for NPR last year in this report;
        since then, joined by Jinny Royer, Dana Massie and Billy Reed, I've done
        ambient musical backing for their Northern California visits. This time,
        I'm delighted to report that we'll be playing in the Storybook
        Mountain Vineyards Wine Cave on Saturday, October 27. The tour will conclude on
        Sunday, October 28, at the haunted Truckee
        Book and Bean in Truckee,
        with music backing by Tad Piecka.
 
 I really like the idea of music and story reading being joined. I know
        that usually when I read, I have a carefully selected soundtrack playing;
        generally classical or some sort of ambient music, never music with words
        that might distract from the reading experience. Even if you can't make
        the gigs, you can pick
        up the chapbook from Earthling Publications, which
        includes the play that Glen and Pete perform to bring the stories together.
      Pick your own soundtrack, and wait until it is full dark.
 
 
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      Agony Column Podcast News Report : Eliot Fintushel
        Reads "How the Little Rabbi Grew" at SF in SF
 
        
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                  Fintushel reads at SF in SF.  |  
        Today's podcast is the
        second from last week's SF in SF; it's Eliot
        Fintushel reading his story "How the Little Rabbi Grew".
        It's the kind of reading and story that will have you running, not walking
        to pick up
          that book I showed you a couple of days ago. At least, that's what happened
          to me. Straight from the reading to buy Eliot's novel. You
          can read the story over at Strange Horizons, and you
          can hear it read by the author on this MP3. We're going to try to run more fiction in the Agony Column
          Podcast, and not just readings from events, but original fiction written
        for audio performance. Stay tuned, keep reading and living stories. 
 
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      10-24-07: Michael Swanwick 'The Dragons of Babel',
          John Meaney 'Bone Song' and Richard Morgan 'The Steel Remains' ; Agony
            Column Podcast News Report : Jamais Cascio at Singularity Summit
 
 
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        Cyber-Steampunk Fantasies of Your Future
 
            Your future has already
        arrived in my mailboxes. I know it's unfair, but William Gibson did warn
        us that the future has arrived – it's just
          not evenly distributed. In this case, the future happens to be fantasies
          that are impure in every manner possible. The fantasy worlds our authors
          are offering us now are no medieval heavens. They are not our past done
          up in pastels with elves, dwarves and magicians. Nor are they idealized
          versions of the present with same, the better for young men to come of
          age. Our fantasies have become infected by the present. We are rotten
          to the core. So are our dreams.
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                      gorgeous cover from Tor.  |  
 In case you’re tempted to think that there is something new under
        the sun, let me first roll out 'The Dragons of Babel' (Tor / Tom Doherty
        Books ; January 2008 ; $25.95) by Michael Swanwick, which is no less
        than a sequel to 'The Iron Dragon's Daughter'. This novel came out first
        in
        the UK
        in
        October
        of 1993, followed by a US edition in 1994, and was an excellent example
        of cyber-steampunk fantasy. 'The Dragons of Babel' takes place in this
        same gritty non-nonsense universe and begins when a war dragon crashes
        in the lands of Faerie, declares itself king and makes young Will his
        lieutenant, using Will's mind to gauge what the rest of the populace
        is thinking about
        their new ruler. Will of course leaves and wanders a bleak post-industrial
        landscape strewn with the refuse of broken technology and covered with
        a skein of magical garbage as well. If you think technological pollution
        is corrosive and unpleasant, you haven’t seen magical pollution – until
        you've read Swanwick's hard-edged fantasy. I love this sort of horrific
        sf / fantasy / literature, all of which takes a cue from thee immortal
        and justly acclaimed Gormenghast trilogy by the late Mervyn Peake.
 
 And because we can't get enough of this sort of literature, science fiction
        writer John Meaney has broken out the battle axe and launched his own bloody
        assault on our senses. 'Bone Song' (Victor Gollancz ; March 15, 2007 ; £18.99)
        came out earlier this year in a UK edition that may soon become very scarce.
        Even the normally reserved booksellers at Handee
        Books suggested in last
        week's bookseller podcast interview that this would be a desirable title
        to snag. As a guy who has like two copies of every UK edition of Meaney's
        groundbreaking SF, I agree. That said, the American edition of 'Bone Song'
        (Bantam Books ; February 26, 2008 ; $24.00) will be along shortly and here
        is one case where you'll definitely want both editions. The changes from
        the UK to the US version are substantial and significant. For dedicated
        readers this is an ideal situation, as it gives you two chances to experience
        the same work. In the rare situations where this occurs, the reading experience
        of the first refracts through the second; it's like reading the director's
        cut of the novel, so to speak.
 
 'Bone Song' is set in a futuristic and fantastic world that like Swanwick's
        (and China Miéville's Bas-Lag novels, for that matter, and others
        as well), takes aspects of high fantasy – gargoyles, zombies, and
        other supernatural critters – and uses them to populate a dark and
        gritty metropolis, in this case Tristropolis, where the cops use a phone
        and have to deal with "para-live" partners. The effect is simply
        wonderful; well, wonderful if you're a monster hound and like your settings
        bizarre and complicated just beyond the edge of your ability to comprehend
        them.
 
 But Meaney and Swanwick aren't alone in this quest; Richard Morgan, who
        has made a lot of readers very happy with gritty science fiction like 'Altered
        Carbon' and 'Black
        Man' / 'Thirteen' told me in his
        last interview about
        his forthcoming fantasy, which now has a title, 'The Steel Remains' (Victor
        Gollancz ; August 2008 ; [no price yet]). Morgan's take on the typical
        fantasy schtick was to take on the aftermath of a LOTR-style conflict.
        Good versus evil has been fought and the war has ended leaving Ringil,
        Archeth and Egar jack-doodly beyond very bad attitudes and a pre-disposition
        towards violence. It's PTSD in a world of drugs, alcohol and The Scaled
        Folk. Of course, it's damn easy to dislike Scaled Folk, you know, the scales
        really are a barrier to sympathy and understanding. And our lack thereof
        makes us look tasty and delicious. And with Morgan at the helm of a fantasy
        novel, expect lots of bloody violence, liberal and entertaining use of
        the work "fuck" and most importantly, a gripping story about
        characters you may only sort-of like as human beings but love to damn death
        as fictional constructs to take you through a story.
 
 For me, the appeal of these books is that they combine two very different
        sorts of familiar landscapes to create a world that seems bigger than the
        book itself, that has a life outside the pages. One familiar landscape
        element comes from our very own dystopian present; the crowds, the city,
        the dirt, the crappy discarded technology and the sort-of-works new stuff.
        Imagine what out present would look like to a medieval knight. And that's
        the second familiar ingredient; the traditional fantasy landscape, chock
        a block with elves, dwarves and all sort of magical types dragged through
        the greasy scrap heaps that history tells us was medieval any-damn-where.
        We're familiar with the first from real life and the second from our fantasy
        reading. Combine them, layer in a plot Dashiell Hammet or Raymond Chandler
        and you have a world you can poke about in even when you’re not reading
        the book. A reading experience that gets beyond the pages.
 
 So here's your ticket for 2008; first, go dig out 'The Iron Dragon's Daughter'
        for me from amidst all the clutter in my studio. I seem to remember seeing
        it next to my copy of 'Vacuum Flowers', but I could be wrong. Then having
        caught up on your homework, order up one of those scarce copies of 'Bone
        Song' from the UK and read it. So now we're into January, and you're ready
        for 'The Dragons of Babel'. In February, dip back into 'Bone Song' in the
        US version. Then you've got a few months to hope for the new contemporary
        supernatural novel from China Miéville, and to read through Meaney's
        excellent SF backlist available from the foresightful minds at Pyr. By
        then it's August and time for Richard Morgan's 'The Steel Remains' – I
        don’t have to tell you to buy two copies of the UK HC first, do I?
        Perhaps then you can hope that eventually our world will spawn some optimistic
      science fiction and fantasy. But don’t count on it.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast
          News Report : Jamais Cascio at Singularity Summit : "Science Fiction
        is a really nice way of uncovering the tacit desires for tomorrow...."
          
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                  the future with Jamais Cascio. |  Today's Agony Column
            Podcast News Report returns to Singularity
              Summit        as I speak with Jamais Cascio,
              a  gentleman who resides in a district
              where the future is more deeply distributed
        than it seems to be in the rest of the world. We talked about his Metaverse
        Roadmap; the term metaverse taken directly from Neal Stephenson's 'Snow
        Crash'. You
        can hear the MP3 of his interview here and marvel at how
              a gadget you bought your kid some five years ago changed the face
              of broadcasting. 
 
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    | 10-23-07: A Review of 'Halting State' by Charles Stross
      ; Agony Column Podcast News : Eliot Fintushel at SF in SF
 
 
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        Second Chances
 
            
            For all the adventurousness
        of the second-person narration featured in 'Halting
        State' (Tor Books /
        Tom Doherty Associates ; October 2, 2007
          ; $24.95), the real star of the latest novel by Charles Stross is his
          ability to articulate our dissatisfaction with the present in his vision
          of the (very near) future. Increasingly, we find ourselves immersed in
          a relentless competition fueled by capitalism that demands we buy more
          be more do more every single damn day. Amidst all the buying, being and
          doing, there's not a whole lot of time for knowing, and as for history – no
          need to perish the thought, it never gets into the queue.
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                    illo by Sophie Toulouse. Cool. Different. |  
 'Halting State'
          captures the cognitive dissonance of our world and repackages it in another.
          You can read
          my review of 'Halting State' here. If Stross follows his
          usual path, you'll probably be able to read the novel online for free;
          at least it will seem free. But as 'Halting State' so ably demonstrates,
      everything has a cost.
 
 
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        Agony Column Podcast News ;
        Eliot Fintushel at SF in SF : The Mime Speaks
          
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                  out the green box on the ground. That's the Line 6 Delay modeler
                  and a damn good looping dealie, should you have the need for
                  one. |  Saturday night,
          I attended and recorded my second "SF in SF" event.
        This one featured Eliot Fintushel and Kage Baker. Hosted
        by The Variety Children's Charity, Borderlands
        Books and Tachyon Publications, this
          was another stellar event, and I've got lots of great audio podcasts
          that you'll
        hear over the next couple of weeks. If you live in the Bay Area and have
        any interest in literature and science fiction, make time for the next
        event on November 17, which will feature Molly Gloss and Karen
        Joy Fowler.
 
 
 
          That said, we'll
            start off the coverage of last Saturday's gig with my interview with
            Eliot Fintushel conducted before the show began, and before
          his theremin performance. Fintushel had an amazing rig, with a huge
            Bose speaker setup and a gorgeous Bob
            Moog Etherwave Pro Theremin.
            This to-die-for
          wood model was just a beautiful to look at as it was to listen to.
            Here's an MP3 of my conversation with Eliot Fintushel, which includes
            two pieces
          of music.
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                    is your apocalypse partner? |  
 Fintushel talked about the influence of music on his work,
            in particular, his first book 'Breakfast With the Ones You Love'
            (Bantam
          Spectra / Random House ; February 27, 2007 ; $12.00). He also gives
            a pretty damn conceptually amazing audio demonstration of his skills
            as a mime,
          and talks about the influence of that work on his writing.
 
 Because I know you or someone who is trying to love you cares about
          this, I've got to mention that 'Breakfast
            With the Ones You Love' is pretty thin, so it won’t increase
            the tilt of your to-be-read stack too threateningly. There's a good
            reason that
        the game Jenga appeals to readers. It's great practice for book-stacking.
 
 
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      10-22-07: A 2007 Interview With Steve Almond
 
 
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        "The path to the truth runs through shame"
          The bitter realities of our tiny lives are enough to make one buy yet
        another tale of impending apocalypse. I mean, we can live in hope and
        anticipation, right?
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                    just another punching bag. |  
 Consider the alternative, a life spent in the cringe zone, dogpaddling
        through the difficulties of quotidian existence. I'd be happy to live
        a life of quiet desperation; as it stands, my desperation seems to be
        stuck at 11. But I'm not alone, and that's why I read writers like Steve
        Almond, people who take daily trudge and turn it into something we can
        laugh both at and with.
 
 It wasn't easy getting to talk with Almond, who had a torrentially busy
        schedule. We looked at going to KQED, no dice, we looked at going to
        KUSP, no dice, and eventually we ended up doing the interview at his
        parents' house, a beautiful, huge old home in the perfectly preserved
        suburb of Palo Alto. Polished wood floors, comfortable and classy furniture,
        the sun shining through a bay window. It proved to be much more idyllic
        than any studio could be. And once I figured out that the recorder wall
        wart did not need a three-prong plug, we were off. Almond is a fascinating
        and extremely well-spoken guy, funny one moment, serious the next. I
        had a blast talking to him.
 
 I might add that listeners will immediately understand why I found it
        so interesting to be in the actual Almond house. He even gave me a couple
        of pieces of some kind of to-die-for candy, which I can assure you did
        not last the trip home.
 
 Here is a link to the RealAudio version; here is a link to the MP3. We
        talked about his most recent book, a collection of essays, '(Not
        That You Asked)', which was nice because it allowed us to cover a
        variety of subjects, from the serious look at Kurt Vonnegut to the more
        lighthearted
        adventures in the Cringe Zone®. And yes, I am registering that as
        the title of my Fox News Interview Show. I just want to know who is going
        to buy the advertising?
 
 
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