The Big Idea: Zoe Ferraris

It’s well known that one of the best ways to get someone to do something is to tell them that they shouldn’t do it. In the case of author Zoe Ferraris, the thing she was told she shouldn’t do is write about a particular character — one whose origins are outside the usual experience of her audience. Two books on, this character is alive and well, so there. Here’s Ferraris to tell you about the character, the world he lives in, and why she keeps on with him in her newest novel, City of Veils.

ZOE FERRARIS:

City of Veils comes from a big idea and a small one.

In Jeddah, my ex-husband once brought me to a jacket bazaar. Yes, there was a whole market devoted to outwear in the hottest country in the world. Furs, pea coats, leather, you name it. He wanted to buy a “Columbo coat” – a Peter Falk trench coat – and set off to solve mysteries. He was bored. But I was electrified. It occurred to me that there were no Muslim investigators in crime fiction, and I thought that it might be fun to write one.

That was the small idea.

City of Veils started out as a serial killer novel back in the early 00s. (I go with the Brits and call them the naughties.) I set an American serial killer loose in Saudi Arabia. He was happily killing people but mostly chasing down one American woman whose husband had conveniently abandoned her in the one country on earth where she couldn’t fend for herself, being a woman and an American and someone not very good at wearing a veil. I sent the novel to an agent who said that the story of the American woman was great, but that my little subplot about “that Arab investigator” needed to be ejected into space.

I was so aggrieved at being told what to eject that I went out and wrote a whole book about my Arab investigator, Nayir Sharqi, which turned into my first novel, Finding Nouf.

I guess I’m still aggrieved, because City of Veils is basically that original story, minus the serial killer. We have an American woman abandoned by her husband. We have a brutal murder in which her husband may have been involved. We have a chase through the desert. And most importantly, we have a sandstorm. But still, that Arab investigator persists in taking up most of the book!

I arrived in Saudi Arabia with the notion that women were deeply, darkly oppressed by a conspiracy of ignorant, cruel, patronizing men. Then I started meeting my ex-husband’s friends, basically a bunch of twenty-something guys who wanted nothing more extravagant than to find a decent Friday-night date in a country where they weren’t allowed to talk to women outside their family. What’s a man to do? Turns out that in courtship, gender segregation is just as difficult for men as it is for women.

Nayir’s problem is even bigger than that. He has no experience with women. So when he finally gets to talk to one (putting his religious convictions aside), he tries his damndest not to mess it up, because he’s fairly certain that it would take no effort at all to mess everything up. I really want him to have love, I really do. But the problem is big enough that it’s going to take more than two books to solve it.

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City of Veils: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Indiebound|Powell’s

Read an excerpt from the novel. Visit Zoe Ferraris’ Blog. Follow her on Twitter.

The Rumpus (“Busting at Its Seams” edition)

Since Scalzi kind of teed it up for me in his “Meet the Guest Bloggers” post by mentioning (and saying kind words about) the monthly-ish email he gets from me that’s filled with music recommendations, I have chosen to interpret that as encouragement to share one such missive with all of you.  And since I just sent out a new “edition” a few minutes ago, what better time than the present, right?

By way of providing a little background, I’ve been sending the Rumpus out to friends (and, over time, to friends of friends, and friends of friends of friends, etc.) for, jeez, I don’t know, well over ten years now.  It started out as an informal means of giving like-minded friends a heads up about upcoming (mostly rock) shows of note, and as the distro grew over time, I realized I couldn’t cater to the individual tastes of specific friends who I knew were already into a given band, and I started adding links and song recommendations, along with some editorial commentary in the hopes that the Rumpus would serve as a means for folks to discover some rockin’ new sounds.

Over the years, many Rumpus readers have encouraged me to turn it into a blog but, for a variety of reasons, I’ve been resistant.  Perhaps by posting the latest edition here will serve as the kick in the pants I’ve needed to finally get over myself and turn it into a blog of its own.  In fact, one friend was so insistent that I turn it into a blog that he created a Posterous account for me/it last year.  So it’s entirely possible that this post will end up serving as the impetus for the Rumpus to, at long last, begin appearing regularly in a blog  of its own.

If you’ll permit me just a few final notes, I promise I’ll get out of the way:  As you’ll see, I shamelessly quoted myself from past Whatever entries in the Moneybrother and Gentleman Jesse and His Men entries.  If you’re wondering if that was done out of sheer laziness, I congratulate you on your perspicacity.  If you’re wondering what’s up with the asterisks that appear next to some of the events, they denote new entries which have been added since the last edition (this one features a lot more new entries than is typical, hence the “busting at its seams” title).  The only other item of note is that while the vast majority of the events listed (all of which are in D.C. or its ‘burbs unless otherwise noted) are bands, there are a couple of author readings in the mix as well, and this is not at all uncommon.  (No SF authors, at least not in this edition, but if William Gibson comes to town on his book tour this fall, he’ll almost certainly be the next SF author to make an appearance.)

OK, enough with the prelude.  Let’s get to the goods, shall we?

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Subterranean Press Movin’ Out Ebay Auctions

Bill Schafer over at Subterranean Press is moving into a larger warehouse and office space. 

He would love it if you would help lighten the moving truck. So in what you could call a win-win scenario, he’s put up a bunch of stock over at Ebay. Books are discounted from 50% to more than 70% off the regular retail price.

Bill also mentions that quanties are limited  on most titles, so don’t miss your opportunity to own some of the most beautiful and unique titles out on the market.

You might even notice a recently mentioned, signed, limited edition Seiun Award winner. Don’t take my word for it though, go see for yourself!

A Celebration of Heinlein: A Tor.com Blog Symposium

In anticipation of the new Tor Books release,  Robert A. Heinlein: In Dialogue with His Century: Volume 1, 1907-1948: Learning Curve, the good people over at Tor.com have put together a fantastic, online blog symposium. Longtime fans, readers and writers, these esteemed contributors celebrate one of the most-loved masters of the genre.

Along with John, the panelists  consist of:

  • Mitch Wagner
  • Jo Walton
  • Pam Dean
  • Charles Stross
  • Sarah Hoyt

Patrick Nielsen Hayden kicks it off with an explanation and John wanted me to direct you his own piece entitled, “Strangely Human”.

Participation is highly encouraged in the comment section, so please head on over and share your thoughts.

Ten Great Directors Who Flopped in Sci-Fi

It’s Wednesday again! Time to drop whatever you are doing and head to filmcritic.com for John’s latest column.

John explores the topic of celebrated and renowned directors who couldn’t quite transition into SF despite  success with  films outside of the genre.

As usual, please leave your comments on the filmcritic.com site.

The Big Idea: Ted Chiang

We all love our tech — heck, I’m still swooning over that Droid X phone I bought a couple of weeks ago — but do we love our tech the way we love a partner, or a parent, or a child, or even a pet? The answer to this is, probably not, and if we do, there’s probably something a little bit off with us. But as Ted Chaing explains, by way of explaining his latest novella The Lifecycle of Software Objects, if we ever expect to get artificial intelligence that matches our own intelligence, a little love — real love — might be the thing we need to give to our tech.

TED CHIANG:

People routinely attempt to describe the human brain’s capabilities in terms of instructions per second, and then use that as a guidepost for predicting when computers when be as smart as people.  I think this makes about as much sense as judging the brain by the amount of heat it generates.  Imagine if someone were to say, “when we have a computer that runs as hot as a human brain, we will have a computer as smart as a human brain.” We’d laugh at such a claim, but people make similar claims about processing speed and for some reason they get taken seriously.

It’s been over a decade since we built a computer that could defeat the best human chess players, yet we’re nowhere near building a robot that can walk into your kitchen and cook you some scrambled eggs.  It turns out that, unlike chess, navigating the real world is not a problem that can be solved by simply using faster processors and more memory.  There’s more and more evidence that if we want an AI to have common sense, it will have to develop it in the same ways that children do: by imitating others, by trying different things and seeing what works, and most of all by accruing experience.  This means that creating a useful AI won’t just be a matter of programming, although some amazing advances in software will definitely be required; it will also involve many years of training. And the more useful you want it to be, the longer the training will take.

But surely the training can be accelerated somehow, can’t it?  I don’t believe so, or at least not easily.  This seems related to the misconception that a faster computer is a smarter one, but with humans it’s easier to see that speed is not the same thing as intelligence.  Suppose you had a digital simulation of Paris Hilton’s brain; no matter how fast a computer you run her on, she’s never going to understand differential equations.  By the same token, if you run a child at twice normal speed, all you’d get is a child whose attention span has been cut in half, and how useful is that?

But surely the AI will be able to learn faster because it won’t be hampered by emotions, right?  On the contrary, I think creating software that feels emotions will be a necessary step towards creating software that actually thinks, in much the same way that brains capable of emotion are an evolutionary predecessor to brains capable of thought.  But even if it’s possible to separate thinking from feeling, there may be other reasons to give AIs emotions.  Human beings are social animals, and the success of virtual pets like Tamagotchis demonstrates that we respond to things that appear to need care and affection.  And if an AI takes years to train, a good way to get a human to invest that kind of time is to create an emotional bond between the two.

And that’s what I was really interested in writing about: the kind of emotional relationship might develop between humans and AIs.  I don’t mean the affection that people feel for their iPhones or their scrupulously maintained classic cars, because those machines have no desires of their own.  It’s only when the other party in the relationship has independent desires that you can really gauge how deep a relationship is.  Some pet owners ignore their pets whenever they become inconvenient; some parents do as little for their children as they can get away with; some lovers break up with each other the first time they have a big argument.  In all of those cases, the people are unwilling to put effort into the relationship.  Having a real relationship, whether with a pet or a child or a lover, requires that you be willing to balance someone else’s wants and needs with your own.

I don’t know if humans will ever have that kind of relationship with AIs, but I feel like this is an area that’s been largely overlooked in science fiction.  I’ve read a lot of stories in which people argue that AIs deserve legal rights, but in focusing on the big philosophical question, there’s a mundane reality that these stories gloss over.  It’s a bit like how movies show separated lovers overcoming tremendous obstacles to be reunited: that’s wonderfully romantic, but it’s not the whole story when it comes to love; over the long term, love also means working through money problems and picking dirty laundry off the floor.  So while achieving legal rights for AIs would clearly be a major milestone, another stage that I think is just as important – and indeed, probably a prerequisite for initiating a legal battle – is for people to put real effort into their individual relationships with AIs.

And even if we don’t care about them having legal rights, there’s still good reason to treat AIs with respect.  Think about the pets of neglectful owners, or the lovers who have never stayed with someone longer than a month; are they the pets or lovers you would choose?  Think about the kind of people that bad parenting produces; are those the people you want to have as your friends or your employees?  No matter what roles we assign AIs, I suspect they will do a better job if, at some point during their development, there were people who cared about them.

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The Lifecycle of Software Objects: Amazon (more stock on the way)|Subterranean Press

Read a recent interview of Ted Chiang at Boing Boing.

Choices, choices…

Marlowe expresses my feelings thoroughly.

Kagan, the SCOTUS, and You!

Apologies for being a bit slow to react on some political stuff that’s happened lately. Moving is hard, moving is hard. There are many boxes; where the hell is my hammer? (With additional apologies to Li Po for butchering his lovely “The Hard Road” for my own sordid purposes.)

So Elena Kagan has been sworn in as the 112th justice of the Supreme Court. I have mixed feelings about this. Much as I’m glad to see another woman — and a New Yorker! — on the court, I’m concerned that Kagan (despite weeks of Republican freakouts over her “extreme liberalism”) is contributing to the court’s drift to the right. The justice she’s replacing, John Paul Stevens, was a solid liberal; Kagan herself appears to be a centrist. While in a vacuum I’d generally consider a centrist to be a good thing, in the context of this court, I can’t see Kagan as much of a counterweight against the hard rightward drag of Scalia and Thomas. Now, I’m not Scalzi and I won’t even pretend to be a centrist myself… but regardless of my personal politics, I think we all need that counterweight right now, given some of the more blatantly partisan decisions the court’s made lately.

So I’m going to try and focus on the positives… and hope that Kagan, like Stevens, turns out to be the surprise liberal the court really needs right now.

Thoughts on Kagan? Remember, Kate’s just itching for her chance to swing the Mallet, so keep it civil please.

Herding Cats

I’m back from an excellent long weekend on the Jersey shore (the Gaslight Anthem show was fantastic, by the way, even though they didn’t play my favorite song, “I’da Called You Woody, Joe,” a.k.a. the finest tribute-in-song to Saint Joe Strummer ever written), and am reporting for guest blogging duty once again.

I mentioned in the comments section of my last post that for my next post I might attempt to describe the outcome when Kirby, our born-to-herd English shepherd decides that Monty, our cat, is in need of herding.  Excuse me a moment, Monty is asking to be let outside.  Back in a sec.

Sorry about that.  Where were we?

Right, herding cats.

I should probably introduce them properly before we go any further, huh?

Behold!

(L to R) Kirby and Monty

That’s the best picture I have of them both together (as seemed appropriate for this particular tale), and if I was going to write a caption, it would probably be Kirby’s: “What?  I wasn’t gonna do nothin’, honest!”  If you’re so moved, do feel free to share your own caption in the comments.  (He said, fully expecting that Monty will end up with all the best lines.)

So, yes, a herding dog who is often powerless to resist his natural herding instinct, and a cat who, simply put, is not to be trifled with.  If the phrase “hijinks ensue” comes to mind, it’s with good reason.

Picture, if you will, me and Amanda relaxing on the couch in front of the TV while Kirby’s over there on “his” couch, and Monty, as is his wont, is doing his own thing elsewhere in the house.  Until, that is, he decides to wander into the room with the rest of us, at which point Kirby’s herding-sense starts tingling as he swiftly raises his head from the couch, swiveling it in Monty’s direction with great purpose.  Perhaps he glances over at us, as if to say, “He’s taking a liberty just strolling into the room like that unannounced, and I can’t have him taking a liberty, can I?”

Monty meows as he takes his next step into the room, and this is simply too much for Kirby to bear, and he’s off the couch like a shot, herding Monty out of the room at top speed.  Amanda yells, “KIRBY!  Leave him alone!,” but it’s useless, for Kirby is fully possessed by his breed’s herding instinct at this point.

While they’re out of the room, let’s pause for a second to assure everyone that Kirby intends (and will inflict) no harm; he’s merely moving Monty from point A to point B because his brain is hard-wired for herding.

They’re out of the room for, say, ten seconds, and then we hear the ruckus which heralds Kirby’s return (also at top speed), followed a split second later by the sight of Kirby racing back into the room, hurling himself at his couch and turning around … because this time it is Monty who’s in hot pursuit, having once again successfully turned the tables on his “little” brother.

Monty then returns to whatever it was he had originally intended upon entering the room (probably jumping onto Amanda’s lap), as Kirby looks around as if to say, “wanna go again?!”

I mentioned in my last post how much I’d like to capture this scene on video someday, but it’s an infrequent enough occurrence that it’s highly unlikely to ever occur.  Upon consideration, however, what I’d really like to see captured on video is the moment (unseen by human eyes to date) where Monty realizes that it is he who truly wields the power in this relationship, suddenly stops running, and turns towards his pursuer with a wicked glint in his eye.

Now Playing: Introducing Gentleman Jesse, by Gentleman Jesse and His Men.  I love me some power pop, and this terrific outfit out of Atlanta serves up some of the best (and hookiest!) I’ve heard in recent years.  If you, too, are a sucker for the power pop, I implore you to hit their MySpace, drop the digital needle on “All I Need Tonight (Is You),” and get ready to be happy.

Well, you see, when two fantasy writers love each other very much…

…they get drunk enough to say “yes” when I ask them if I can put this up on Whatever:

Peter V. Brett (l) and Blake Charlton (r), secure in their masculinity

This is one big reason why I love New York: there are so many writers here that every day is like a science fiction/fantasy convention. Today’s photo comes from the aftermath of Saturday’s “guerilla reading” by fantasy author Blake Charlton and friends. Lots of fans, editors, and authors were in attendance, including those who read along with Blake — Laura Anne Gilman (who took this photo and graciously shared it with me), fellow Altered Fluidian Saladin Ahmed, and David Barr Kirtley. Others were there just for moral support, like me and Peter V. Brett, seen above (left) with Blake.

Afterward, we all went out to a bar called Valhalla, because where else are a bunch of fantasy authors going to go drink? And as you can see from the above literal demonstration, it was one great big fantasy author lovefest. Things got a little wild after that third horn of mead, or maybe it was the ValhallaDogs and AsgardWurst (no, I’m not kidding) that did us in. Anyway, thanks to the guys for being such good sports as to let me post this here for your shameless ridicule admiration.

ETA: Gah, fixed URL for Laura Anne Gilman’s website, and added URL for Altered Fluid. Sorry, guys.

The Last Colony Wins A Seiun Award

The Last Colony recently took home the Japanese Seiun Award for Best Foreign Language Novel of the year. These awards celebrate the best work published in Japan for the previous year and are compared to the Hugos. You can find a list of all the winners here.

A Word From The Jury Of Awesomeness

I have it from a rather reliable source, that the finalists have been chosen for the Wheaton/Scalzi fanfic contest! According to this anonymous source (who most assuredly doesn’t have three camera stalking cats and likes sunsets, nor writes award winning fiction and who doesn’t happen to be on hiatus at this very moment),  there will be an announcement in the next week or so.

Aren’t you just dying to know?

To tide you over, here’s a little ditty by my darling daughter to celebrate Wil’s involvement in the new season of the web series, “The Guild”.  If you haven’t seen it, you are truly missing out on one of the most creative and funny things on the web.

As an aside, I did promise John I won’t go all Kathy Lee Gifford on you guys, but I couldn’t pass this one up. Allyson’s only going to get older and I won’t be able to embarrass her like this anymore.

(If you look at the beginning of the comments, even Ms. Day herself liked it.)

The Thing About Monkeys

The thing about monkeys is, they’re everywhere.

When this is over, you may not want to hear about the monkey theory, but I just have to put it out there.

Everyday -every day- you will have a monkey sighting. You’ll see a picture of a monkey, someone will say “monkey,” you’ll hear a monkey noise, whatever. There are monkeys everyday. If you miss one, don’t worry about it; there will be others.

A friend told me about the monkey theory five years ago. I’ve seen monkeys every single day since then. Usually several monkeys throughout the day. I can’t escape them. Now, you can’t escape them either.

Oh, there will be contrarians among you. Some will say this is ridiculous; that there can’t possibly be a monkey every day. I’m telling you there are. There will even be those who come back here to the comment thread tomorrow, only to say, “See? I didn’t have a monkey sighting all day yesterday.” To them I say that denial is not just a river in Egypt. You may consciously avoid monkeys now; but tomorrow, next week, and forever more, when you’re not thinking about it, they will be everywhere.

On a somewhat related note, I mentioned previously that while I don’t have a cat, I do have friends with cats. Thus, I present Charles. And his monkey.

Please don’t curse me for opening your eyes to all of the monkeys. When you relax and accept it, monkeys are kind of fun. As the Barenaked Ladies sang in If I Had $1,000,000, “Haven’t you always wanted a monkey?”

Video Game Neuroses

Allow me to take you on a journey of my little quirks which only present themselves while behind a computer screen.

During my World of Warcraft days, it took effort not to refer to myself in the third person.

“Kate waves hello.”

“Kate would like a slice of pizza.”

When you emoted in game as much as I did, the language of the game wanted to rewrite my thirty years of proper communication. Luckily, it didn’t happen very often.

Then came the Battlefield series of games. No flag pole in my town was safe from the thought that I must first change the colors and defend it with my life. It was only when the Old Glory was in my rear-view mirror that I snapped back into reality.

Then came the incredibly lucid dreams from which I could not wake. Instead of experiencing any game with a buffer of keyboard and screen, my horrifically calculating subconscious placed me in the stories. There I was, decapitating zombies with the pull of shotgun trigger or wiping Boomer bile off my clothes. Other dreams included following behind a heavy from Team Fortress 2 and hitting invincibility with my medic gun, only to be stabbed in the back by a spy or set on fire by a fire happy pyro. “You did well!”

Borderlands presented a different crazy; chests. No, not the pretty bosoms of Lilith or Mad Moxxi. I had to open every single locker, washing machine, lunch box, toilet and treasure box the game put in front of me. Conversations like this were common fare when playing co-op with friends:

“Where’s Kate?”

“Uh, I don’t know, she was here a minute ago. We gonna fight this monster or what?”

“Oh sorry guys,  I was trying to get to that red chest up on the ledge. I sorta fell.”

Mass Effect and the sequel presented a clear case of OCD with planet visits and scanning for resources. I pretty much strip-mined every planet that I came across. There were moments where I felt guilty, wondering if I’d get a message across my screen that the citizens of a raped world were coming after my ass, but alas, there was no penalty in the game for being greedy.

Kate will not speak about Torchlight though. (Dammit!) That game just enables treasure compulsion on so many levels. There is an actual achievement for breaking as many barrels you can.

I hate you video game developers.

So tell me I’m not alone in my video game neuroses. Have you ever experienced anything similar? Has any game left you frustrated that you didn’t complete all the available quests? Do you feel compelled to play through a game more than once?

The Doctor is in.

Lions and tigers and catnip, oh my!

(h/t Nalo Hopkinson)

Inception Obsession

Spoilers herein for the movie Inception. You have been warned!

I’ve seen the movie Inception four times, including on IMAX. Thinking about buying it when it comes out in DVD, etc. I even bought the Hans Zimmer soundtrack; it’s excellent music for writing about gods and epic stuff.

Now, let me put this in context: the last movie I saw multiple times in the theater, and still didn’t buy, was The Matrix. And that was only because somebody pointed out the green tint thing, which I’d missed on the first run-through. I’m ridiculously picky and jaded about my media. I don’t watch much TV to begin with (writing time has to come from somewhere) and when I do there are very, very few shows, movies, or video games that can capture and hold my interest, let alone bring me back for seconds or thirds. The ones that do aren’t always the greatest thing since sliced bread — as Inception is not; its characterization is so thin as to be archetypal, though in certain rare cases archetypes are all you need to tell a story (c.f. fairy tales).

But every so often, something will come along that hits one of my aesthetic sweet spots, and then I just. can’t. stop. watching/consuming/engaging. In the case of Inception, I love the look of the film. Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s and Marion Cotillard’s wardrobes alone are worth the price of admission. Nolan’s got a good eye for combining the stark with the surreal, and even though his dreamscapes seem awfully monotonous — I’ve been calling Cobb’s city in Limbo “Cutandpasteopolis” — there’s still a strangeness to them that really works for me, especially in combination with Zimmer’s haunting film score. And I love the actors, who do a phenomenal job within those thin slices of characterization. DiCaprio’s good, but Gordon-Levitt really shines, Dileep Rao did a much better job than the film’s marketing would suggest (he’s the only member of “the team” who didn’t get an individualized poster), and I never thought I would find Marion Cotillard frightening but she does it so well. I could watch Ken Watanabe paint a wall and be floored by his technique. And Tom Hardy is surprisingly hot in three-day stubble and a Seventies butterfly collar. (…I’m kind of disturbed to see myself write this. But writers must be willing to embrace their own fears and eccentricities…)

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This is my life right now.

Moving boxes

Just moved into a new apartment yesterday, so am a little discombobulated at the moment. Shall wax eloquent about Inception tomorrow, when I’ve recombobulated a little. In the meantime, it’s a great apartment — significantly larger than my last one and cheaper, and with a lovely night-view of lower Manhattan and my favorite bridge in the city, the Williamsburg. (Yeah, weird fact about New Yorkers; we all have a favorite bridge.) It has a good vibe; I can write here.

For those of you who doubt the existence of my cat, if you look closely at this pile of boxes, you might notice a wafting brindled tail… OK, just kidding, NukuNuku’s tail isn’t in the photo.

OR IS IT?

The Big Idea: Kat Richardson

Hey, you know what’s really scary? Kat Richardson does — and what she thinks is scary forms the basis of her popular “Greywalker” series of paranormal novels, of which Labyrinth is the latest installment. While Richardson’s heroine Harper Blaine explores the thin grey line between fantasy and reality, Richardson herself is here to explore what in us makes so many of us believe in what we can’t see or explain — and what that belief says about us.

KAT RICHARDSON:

What I wanted to do with the whole Greywalker series was explore the idea that we make our own  nightmares. All the books have relied on the idea what the human mind brings forth is more powerful and dreadful than anything outside ourselves—we are potentially the worst monsters—while that same power of imagination and will offers the only hope of regaining control or improving our lives. The titular Grey of the series title—the thin realm of magic between the normal and the paranormal—is  infinitely manipulable by human belief, manifesting in our world as magic, monsters, and horrors usually recognized by only a few normal people. The heroine has the ability to see and manipulate parts of that world to do her job as a private investigator to the ghostly and undead. The newest book wraps up a lot of long-developing issues which rely heavily on these themes.

So, I write about ghosts and monsters and a private investigator who does not sleep with them. I’ve never allowed the protagonist, Harper Blaine, to literally embrace the bizarre, even when she comes to accept it as a part of her life. Her role as a detective is fixing the breakages between the normal and the paranormal; it would be inappropriate for her to become personally attached to one side or the other. Separation with understanding is not only a challenge for Harper, but an opportunity for me to show that essential conflict while the she finds answers to her clients’ freakish problems.

I have always liked stories of the strange and unexplained, shiver-inducing ghost stories told by campfires, and weird science. I’m kind of a weird-physics groupie at heart, too. So I mixed all that stuff together in my writer sandbox to create the world and characters of the Grey. I like to find strange stories and odd bits of real history and see what I can make of them, because that’s my idea of fun. Then I take the reality that is stranger than fiction and drop it on my heroine like a load of bricks. If I can, I like to throw in a social issue or two, like homelessness or racism. But I’m not interested in hitting the reader over the head with any of my themes; I want the the tougher concepts to percolate in quietly. If I write an entertaining story, the reader can swallow the hard parts easily and, if I did a good job, they will think about those issues later.

I usually start a new book with two ideas: a character development goal and a creepy story I want to explore. I build the plot like a mosaic, taking bits of real history, myth, legend, and current fact to form the picture on the surface and use the character development needs, continuing cast, and social issues as the mortar that holds the story together while the reader watches the story-picture develop. I try to have a solid outline when I start, but that’s just a roadmap, not the journey. If I find some really cool fact or monster I can use, I’ll throw that in, too. Because writing should be fun for the writer as well as the reader: this job doesn’t pay well enough to hate.

Why did I choose to tell my stories this way? Well, I consider myself essentially lazy: I’d rather use the real world and real history, or stories other people have been telling each other for millennia as the pieces of my mosaic than have to make it all up myself (because that’s really hard, God-like work), which was another reason the idea of things just out of sight, and history that lingers appealed to me. I do sometimes wish history and reality weren’t so slippery in the research phase. Once in a while I just can’t find the piece I need and I have to make things up. Luckily for me, fact is often stranger than fiction. And library chairs are more comfortable than I remembered. But the premise that people are the worst monsters has continued to be—sadly—a fertile ground for stories.

When I started on this series, I thought I’d like to write a detective novel about a PI with ghosts for clients. That’s all I wanted. But as I worked on it, I discovered that the “why” of the situation was as interesting to me as the “what.” I wondered why a ghost or a vampire might need a detective and how the world is affected—haunted—by catastrophic or horrifying events. What residue is left behind, intangible but effecting us whenever we think of the event? Why do some places or people make us uncomfortable for no reason we can pin down?

Why, in the face of science, do we cling to belief in the numinous and how are we not simply overwhelmed by our complex and contradictory world? Is there something just out of our sight that explains it all? I kept coming back to the idea that there is a lot we don’t examine. That we define ourselves and redefine our world at a manageable size and let the rest go. It’s when we’re forced to confront “the rest” that we rise to the occasion or fail. And if that “rest” was the manifestation of our own collective fears, hopes, and beliefs that might explain a lot….

So, that was my “big idea:” rise or fall, face the strange or hide our eyes, it is our own minds that make a situation a nightmare or an adventure.

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The God Engines Now Available In Apple’s iBook Store

John also wanted me to let everyone know that The God Engines is available in the Apple iBook Store! Broadening his horizons a bit, John wrote a truly engaging dark fantasy novella. I highly suggest you read this 2010 Hugo nominated work if you are looking for something to both challenge and terrify you.

So since I have an iPad Mini, I thought you’d like to see how pretty the cover looks on a color display. I’m sure it looks even more awesome on a full size device.

You’ll need to download the free iBooks store app on your iPad/iPhone/iPod Touch. Once you do, go to the store button on the upper right hand corner, and then click the magnifying glass on the bottom of the app to search. The book comes up when you type either the title, or “John Scalzi”. In fact, when you type in John’s name, most of his other work is returned in the search as well.

Happy reading!

So, how do you like that Apple? (See what I did there? Yeah I know, it was lame but amused me all the same!)

At NASFIC

I was heading out for NASFIC last night  – and by last night I mean 12:50 am today — and discovered Harriet plotting her escape.

Her camouflage does not work as well in this context as she apparently thinks it does.

Meanwhile, allow me to supply you with the other Whatever tradition, which I’m sure you have been missing. The requisite view from the hotel room window.

I grew up in Raleigh and down town has changed radically and yet hasn’t changed at all.  This view, looks completely familiar, but if I turn my head…

The hideous white and glass building was there when I was growing up here. The thing that WASN’T here, which I find astonishing, is the farmer’s market with live music.  So awesome.  I do not recall Raleigh being this hip when I lived here. Of course, I was also a teen so I had high standards for hip or cool or whatever your term of choice for general trendy fashion is.

Anyone else going to be at NASFIC this weekend?