Thursday, October 16, 2008

Ennea & "Αλογάκια του Λούνα Παρκ"

My story "Carousel" has found a third reprint, this time at Ennea, the SF/comic supplement of Greek Newspaper Eleftherotypia. Can't tell you how thrilled I was to find this out. This is the second language this story has been translated into, and probably the version that has been read by more readers than any other - pity I can't read Greek.

Ennea is definitely a market worth checking out, and I quote:

Have always in mind that we are always open to new submissions (from 500 - 2.500 words). We do not publish any more, but rarely, longer stories in installments. Strictly Science Fiction stories, no Fantasy or Terror.) As we need a new story every week we would be grateful if you could "spread the word around" to your fellow authors.

You can sub the stories to ANGELOS MASTORAKIS at

What have you got to lose, on a reprint sub, but the time it takes to send an email?

Oh, and thanks to Nick Mamatas (who wouldn't know me from a bar of soap) who first mentioned this market on his blog. With this, and (possibly) another sale in works, I owe him a beer or two. Spread the wealth I say.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Laughter in the Dark

Amongst the various things that I'm reading, dipping into, devouring at the moment is Nabokov's “Laughter in the Dark” whose first two paragraphs pretty much articulate what novels and short stories do.

Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man named Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster.

This is the whole of the story and we might have left it at that had there not been profit and pleasure in the telling; and although there is plenty of space on a gravestone to contain, bound in moss, the abridged version of a life, detail is always welcome.

Detail is always welcome. Brilliant, eh.


It's all thunder and lightning outside - a real Brisbane storm, and yes, I'm an idiot for writing this now, but hey...

My contributor copies of Year's Best Australian Science Fiction and Fantasy 4 arrived in the post today. A wonderful thing to find in the post box after a day's work. Even more wonderful, of course, are the contents.

I really regret that I hadn't read Rjurik Davidson's wonderful story Domine until now. Most of the others I had read in the original incarnations, but this story was new to me. What a beautiful short story it is, and reason enough - as though you needed any more reasons - to buy yourself a copy of the Year's Best.

Domine possesses such elegant and economical prose, and a wonderful symmetry. There's no thunder and lightning, except that most powerful sort, the type that strikes your heart and slows its beating until it becomes a clenched and knotted thing, released to beat again only by the story's ending. I've not read as fine an exploration of fathers and their sons in a very long time. Stories like Domine are one of the reasons I still read Science Fiction.

Hunt down a copy.


Friday, October 10, 2008

More Prettiness

Oh yes, and I am in there too (my story Cracks, published in last years excellent Shiny magazine), and Mr Peek, Cat Sparks, Rjurik Davidson, Adam Browne, Richard Harland, and Rick Kennett

You can order yourself a copy here, or at any good bookstore.

Tis the end

of days. So how about that sharemarket, eh? Maybe we should start calling it the scaremarket. Oh, and that's it for me ordering anything from the US in a while - seems like near parity of the dollar was nothing but a dream - gotta start selling more stuff OS.

Still flat out, but creatively flat out, writing synopses, which seem to take up an awful lot of synapses, and getting through my draft of Iron Temple - which should be finished by the end of the month, then redrafted, polished and what not in November. It's looking good, if a little messy, and a little rambling, but all my early drafts are like that. Oh, and I'm working on too many other things, but I'm kind of liking that - the living ones will clamber to the top, the others will expire and slide away to be either resurrected or forgotten.

I've been reading Extraordinary Engines, Nick Gever's steampunk anthology, and what a fine book it is. Standouts so far are Margo Lanagan's Machine Maid, which I can only describe as a Colonial Australia, Steampunk On Chesil Beach, but bloodier. And Jeff Vandermeer's Fixing Hanover, which was wonderfully and terribly sad. The Jeff Ford is pretty good too.