I’m a finalist for the John W. Campbell Memorial award for my novel ROSEWATER.
Here’s the announcement.
The full list:
|Alastair Reynolds and Stephen Baxter
||The Medusa Chronicles
||The Dream-Quest of Vellitt Boe
|Paul J. McAuley
||The Underground Railroad
||The Arrival of Missives
|John Nicholas Wood
As you can see, I’m in good company. We’ll know on the 16th of June. Wish me luck.
Here’s the announcement on Locus Online
Yes, the cover of my new novella THE MURDERS OF MOLLY SOUTHBOURNE is here!
You can find out what it’s about, and a metric ton of blurbage on the publisher’s page at Tor.com
“The Murders of Molly Southbourne reaches deep into the heart of existence and drags our fears into the sunlight. An excellent, terrifying read.” —Fran Wilde, award-winning author of Updraft, Cloudbound, and Horizon
Pre-order on Amazon: US , UK , Canada, France
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Eh, I’m terrible at this blogging thing, no?
Check out my story BOOTBLACK at Expanded Horizons. Maybe content warning? Nah, go for it. You’re adults.
My novella The Murders of Molly Southbourne is due for an October release from Tor.com. First reader responses are good. I’ve seen the cover art, and it’s superb. I will share what I can when I can.
I’m currently working on rewrites for a novella called Witch Gun Running which is a kind of batshit contemporary fantasy with pocket universe settings. The first draft is a mess, but it’s looking like I know what to fix.
In the Johannesburg Review of Books some other writers and I pay tribute to the writer Kojo Laing who died with not nearly enough recognition, in my opinion.
In a few days time I’ll be giving a talk at the London School of Oriental Studies titled Science Fictional antidotes to the Created, Observed and Experienced African Self. It sounds fancier that it really is, but I promise to entertain, at least.
I’m listening to Drum n Bass and reading Elephantmen.
Til next time.
“Confusion Break Bone” is a Fela Kuti song.
It’s not pronounced the way it reads. You say, “Kon-foo-shon breaky-boney”.
This song is loosely about a place in Lagos called Ojuelegba (which translates to “where the cane sellers are” or “where the whip sellers dwell”-literally, “the face/eye of the cane seller”). If you’ve ever been to Ojuelegba (at least in the ’70s and ’80s) you’ll find the song haunting and frightening.
The place was a confused mess of cars, buses, corrupt police and thugs. I saw my first dead body there. Being so young, when I heard the Fela song I just thought it was a place people went to die alone in the mud or get arrested without charge. In the 80s a governor called Jakande imposed some order on it and in the 90s it was better, but still felt…unsettling.
This is a character from the awesome novella ‘Hammers on Bone’ by Cassandra Khaw.
“If you are looking for a unique and multi-layered alien invasion story that has a truly devastating twist, Rosewater is your book.”
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