time

I don’t work freelance, really. I have a day job that keeps me busy eight hours a day (from 7am to 3pm), and more if I can do it. I then have a regular/irregular job that keeps me busy another eight hours or so per week. The work from it flows consistently, and on a schedule, so it to is predictable. And then there’s the freelance-ish stuff, where it all happens on a schedule that is pretty much entirely up to me. This is the schedule that ensure the clerical stuff associated with working on books is done, that sets out reading time, that covers planning and developing new projects, and so on and so forth.

As sometimes happens, it’s in this area that I’ve fallen into a terrible muddle. There’s lots to do, but it pops up all over the place, like some kind of weed. There’s nothing consistently sitting there as THE thing to do, so I become indecisive. Even though I should be reading up a storm (somehow, given the holiday season, though I don’t know when), I find myself indecisively and desultorily drifting from one thing to read to another. The real effect of this is that I end up feeling disinterested in reading anything, I get nothing done, AND I feel stressed about it. Heh.

Book ideas for the holidays

Lists, lists, lists. This time of the year drives me to lists and listing. Herewith, some gift ideas, small press books you can love and give those that you love.

In the US: go buy Magic for Beginners and give it to someone you know who doesn’t have enough magic in their lives but who, you’ve always thought, might secretly love to know what contingency plans you need, should zombies knock on the door. Add chocolate.

In the UK: go buy 20th Century Ghosts and give it to someone who likes to stay in on cold, wintry nights, staying up late reading tales that move and horrify. Add single malt scotch.

In Australia: it’s summer. You’re not reading, you’re off watching the cricket or going to the beach. Reading is for winter. But, if you must, then it’s the earthy, sometimes bittersweet A Tour Guide in Utopia. It may not be in a shop near you, but you can probably get it here. Add a good cabernet.

2005: My favorite books of the year

And so, my favorite books of the year. Unlike other listings I have done, or need to do, this one is very simple: What books did I enjoy reading the most this year?

I considered discussing all sorts of other books – Dan Simmons’ Olympos, Joe Hill’s very fine 20th Century Ghosts, or even Ian Macleod’s The Summer Isles (which has stayed with me as much as any book I’ve read this year). I also considered the books that are still in my too-read pile that I’ll read before doing my write-up for Locus (Robert Charles Wilson’s Spin, Paul Park’s A Princess of Roumania, and David Marusek’s Counting Heads prominent amongst them). But at the end, this was the list. Ten books – eight novels and two collections – that were amongst the brightest spots in my reading year.

1. Magic for Beginners, Kelly Link
This was the book I was most looking forward to reading in 2005, and it managed to be better than I’d hoped. Funny, sweet, strange, it collected nine stories, three original to the book. It’s impossible to pick a best story here. I think “Stone Animals” is a masterpiece, and like “Magic for Beginners” almost as much, while “The Faery Handbag” enchanted me from the moment I first read it. If we were in Library Stadium, Iron Writer Link would be victorious (!!) with my book of the year.

2. Mister Boots, Carol Emshwiller
To be clear about this, even though they changed the cover from one I loved, this is my favorite Carol Emshwiller book ever, and a strong contender for my very favorite book of the year. The story of a horse that turns into a man and saves a family, Mister Boots is the kind of fantasy that doesn’t seem overmuch concerned with ‘fantasy’, and the kind of ‘young adult’ novel that understands that there’s a lot more ‘adult’ in young adults than we allow. Written beautifully, economically, it addresses love, family, the abuse of power in relationships, personal freedom and other such weighty matters, yet is never weighty, never didactic. If it’s not a perfect book (and it might be), it’s certainly a perfect Christmas gift.

3. Laughin’ Boy, Bradley Denton
Dark, disturbing, even a little scary, Bradley Denton’s Laughin’ Boy the best and blackest black comedy to be published in the field in the past decade. Written before September 11, and possibly unpalatable to American readers afterward, it is a viciously funny dismantling of American media culture set in the aftermath of a terrorist attack. John Clute said it “rubs our ears in the junk noise and anguish of America” and is “one of the funniest novels of the past decade”. Magnificent stuff, and one of the novels of the year.

4. Anansi Boys, Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys is a light-hearted novel that manages to be both enchanting and affecting, while still evoking a belly laugh. Echoing Thorne Smith, but written in Gaiman’s wonderfully inviting voice, it’s the year’s perfect confection.

5. Accelerando, Charles Stross
From the opening line of Accelerando, you know you’re in bleeding edge SF territory, every page seemingly packed with some eyeball kick or other. Manfred Macx is on the road, making strangers rich, in a world poised on the precipice of a coming Vingean singularity. Accelerando is the story of that singularity and how it affects three generations of Macx’s family, possibly told from the viewpoint of his cat. You can read Accelerando here.

6. The Girl in the Glass, Jeffrey Ford
The Girl in the Glass is deceptively simple. A con man who conducts fake ‘spiritualist’ seances in order to separate the rich from their riches encounters what may be a real supernatural event. Along with his young immigrant assistant and muscleman helper Antony Cleopatra, he pursues the unbelievable, all the while laying bare the politics, the racism, the society of the North Eastern US ’round the time of the Great Depression. It’s a breathtaking work.

7. Thud!, Terry Pratchett
By now it should be straightforward, dull even. After thirty-some other ‘Discworld’ novels, Pratchett still isn’t done with the civilising of his creation, bringing Ank-Morpork and the Discworld itself into modern society, all the while skewering the very thing he discusses. With a name like Thud!, one could expect some heavy-handedness, and there is a little of that, but it’s still funny, sharp and brilliant.

8. Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town, Cory Doctorow
It’s simple. A man whose mother was a washing machine and father was a mountain, and whose brothers are respectively dead and a set of Russian nesting dolls, tries to escape his strange origins into normalcy, but becomes involed with a girl who, periodically, cuts off her wings. I don’t think it’s SF, but it may not be fantasy. It’s also not easy or simple or neat and tidy. In fact, like a lot of Doctorow’s best work, it’s a lot like life, seeped in the stuff of tomorrow. As with Accelerando, you can read it online, but will end up wanting the book. Lovely, weird stuff.

9. Heart of Whitenesse, Howard Waldrop
It’s not his best collection, but it’s Waldrop. Nuff said.

10. Rocket Science, Jay Lake
Forget the Campbell Award, forget the hundreds of short stories, forget everything else: Rocket Science is where Jay Lake showed that he could write, and write damn well. Rocket Science is the story of a young man, crippled by polio, who didn’t get to serve in World War II. Instead, he worked for Boeing, working as an engineer, helping produce aircraft. That changes when a school friend returns from service in Europe with a UFO discovered by the Nazis, buried under polar ice. Sharp, concise, it’s a fine first novel.

Can’t wait for these…

Gwenda recently did a thing on Shaken & Stirred about books she’s eagerly looking to see published in 2006. My first thoughts were mixed on the subject. I’ve already read Charles Stross’s Glasshouse and Scott Westerfeld’s Blue Noon, while Tim Powers’ Three Days to Never, Jeffrey Ford’s The Empire of Icecream, Paul Park’s The Tourmaline, Jeff VanderMeer’s Shriek: An Afterword, and James Morrow’s The Last Witchfinder are already sitting on the to-read shelf, so I really had to stop and think about the books I’m excited to see, that I don’t already have. Now, there are any number of books I’m interested in, and quite a number that look worthwhile, should be good, and so on, but I’m really looking forward to:

  • Wintersmith, the third ‘Tiffany Aching’ novel from Terry Pratchett is due in the US Autumn, and I can’t wait for it. I loved The Wee Free Men and A Hat Full of Sky, so I’m expecting this one to be very special;
  • Visionary in Residence, the fourth short story collection from Bruce Sterling is due in March, and should be great. I’ve read most of it, and can’t wait to get a copy;
  • don’t remember the title, but I think Neil Gaiman’s new short story collection will be one of the best books published in 2006. Why, you ask? Well, Neil had well and truly mastered comics before moving into writing novels and short stories. He’s published a couple of terrific novels over the past few years (especially Coraline), but I think he’s become an even better short story writer. If the new collection has ‘Sunbird” in it, one of my very favorite stories from 2005, then it’ll be a peach;
  • I’m on record as loving Margo Lanagan’s collection Black Juice. If all goes to plan, her third collection, Red Spikes, will be published this year and if it’s just half the book Black Juice was, I’m going to love it;
  • late in the year, Mary Rickert’s first collection, Map of Dreams, is due out. It should have “Cold Fires” in it, which I loved. She’s been one of the most interesting writers to emerge in the last few years, and I can’t wait to see if the book lives up to that.

Hmm. That’s five, enough to be getting on with. I’m surprised there’s no real SF in there, though I am looking forward to Stan Robinson’s third Capitol Code novel and there’s a new Steve Baxter collection due soon. I’m sure I’m missing lots of stuff. Isn’t someone supposed to be doing an Ian McDonald collection? And then there’s Alan DeNiro’s collection from Small Beer (everything they’ve done has been great), and Tim Pratt’s second collection. Hmm. Could be a good year.

Best of 2005 – Pt 2

There are several longer stories – short novels in the 35,000 to 60,000 word range – that are amongst the year’s best short fiction, but are simply too long to fit into any book. For that reason, I’ve omitted them from the main list for the year. Still, if you have a taste for long stories, then I’d also heartily recommend:

Fishin’ with Grandma Matchie, Steven Erikson
The Cosmology of the Wider World, Jeffrey Ford
Voluntary Committal, Joe Hill
The Life of Riley, Alexander C. Irvine
Burn, James Patrick Kelly