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My Daughter’s Transistor Radio

While I was out on tour my daughter’s non-smart phone imploded, coincidentally right around the time she was eligible for an upgrade. We got her an iPhone, on the thinking it would actually be useful to her now. It is, although not as a phone; I don’t think I’ve actually seen her talk on it even once. What she does with it? Mostly, as far as I can tell, she uses it as a transistor radio: She fires up the Pandora app, selects her curated pop music station, and plays it as she moves around the house. She doesn’t use headphones, which I am actually fine with (too much time with earphones equals hearing damage over time); she just lets the music play through the iPhone’s speaker. It comes out tinny and mono — the exact experience of a transistor radio, minus a bit of static and commercials, and with the occasional bleep when there’s an incoming text.

I find this use of the iPhone endearing, actually, and a reminder that most teenagers, regardless of era, like their music immediate rather in brilliant 7.1 fidelity. It’s also a reminder that pop music is designed to be consumed fast and freely, on tiny, cheap speakers. It sounds better there. Maybe that’s just me. But tell me I’m wrong.

Oh, Yeah, About That Contest

Hey, wasn’t I meant to do a contest? Why, yes, I was. Did I forget about it? No, I just ran out of time to look at the entries before I went on tour, because of things. Which from your end of things looks exactly like forgetting. Sorry about that. And now that The Human Division is out, getting a signed ARC of it is not a huge prize anymore.

But maybe getting a signed ARC of The Mallet of Loving Correction is! So now, in addition to giving away a signed edition of The Human Division, I will also give away a signed ARC of Mallet. Because I made all y’all wait. Because I suck.

And when will I announce those winners? Uh, maybe Friday, because tomorrow and Wednesday I’m out on tour again and I come back home Thursday. So, yes. Friday. Let’s say Friday.

Friday it is.

Cincinnati! Tour Event Tuesday, June 4, Joseph-Beth Booksellers, 7pm!

Yes, I know, you thought I was all done with my touring. But in fact I have four more stop, all driveable, and the first is tomorrow in Cincinnati, with my friends at Joseph-Beth. If you are in the Cincy area, why not stop by? I will entertain you! With tales of aliens! And churros! And possibly finger puppets! (Chance of finger puppets: Low. But you never know.)

The details are here (scroll down til you get to June). I hope you will come, and that you will bring many people with you. Promise them there will be finger puppets! Everyone loves finger puppets.

(P.S.: Dayton folks: Don’t worry, I’ll be at Books & Co. next week.)

Presidential Statement on the SFWA Bulletin, June 2, 2013

Below is a note I posted to SFWA members in our private forums this evening. Given the public interest in the topic, I am posting it here as well (it will also be posted on the public-facing SFWA site within a day (update: it’s here)).

As with all SFWA-related topics, I am disabling comments here. SFWA members who wish to comment on it may do so on their own sites or, of course, on the SFWA private boards.

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Dear SFWA Members:

I was on a plane ride home from a three-week book tour when the latest controversy regarding the SFWA Bulletin erupted, and had been largely absent from the day-to-day operations of SFWA while I was out on the road. When the controversy hit, I did two things immediately: One, as the person who by our bylaws is responsible for publications, I took responsibility for events and opened up a channel for people to comment and criticize, via my “president@sfwa.org” address. Two, I authorized a task force, headed up by SFWA Vice President Rachel Swirsky, to look at the role of the Bulletin within the organization moving forward.

Those two things dealt with, I went into SFWA’s private forums and onto the Internet to look at comments and commentary, to better acquaint myself with the scope of the issue, so that I could as comprehensively as possible, within a reasonable scope of time, get up to speed with the concerns of members and of others. I now feel I’m caught up with events, and so, have some things to say, both to the membership and at large. Let me offer these in a numbered list.

1. The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America is an organization that acts to support, inform, defend, promote and advocate for our members – all of them, not just some of them. When members believe that they or other members are belittled or minimized by our official publications, that’s a problem. Over the last few editions of the Bulletin, this has indeed been a problem, specifically regarding how many in the membership have seen the Bulletin handling issues of gender.

We could spend a long time here discussing whether the offense was intentional or accidental, or whether it is due to a generational, ideological or perceptual schism. It doesn’t matter. At the end of the day, too many of our members have felt their contributions and their place in the industry and within the organization belittled; too many of our members see other members being treated so. If we believe that we represent and serve all our members and not just some of them, then we need to listen and address those member concerns.

That begins with recognizing the problem. And here is the problem: SFWA, through the last few issues of the Bulletin, has offended many of our own members.

As president of the organization, I apologize to those members.

2. By our organization’s current bylaws, the president of SFWA has unilateral control of, and therefore is ultimately responsible for, the organization’s publications. This includes the Bulletin. This means that when all is said and done, I personally am responsible for the Bulletin and what is published between its covers.

I have said this before but it bears repeating: This is on me, and I accept both the responsibility and criticism for it. I have some read criticism of the Bulletin’s editor Jean Rabe, so I want to be clear that Ms. Rabe, in her role as editor of Bulletin, had my full support. She took over the Bulletin at a problematic time in the publication’s history, got it back onto a regular schedule and otherwise righted what was a foundering ship. When previous concerns about sexism regarding the Bulletin were aired, specifically the cover of issue #200, Ms. Rabe listened, understood and was responsive to them and solicited work relevant to the concern, in the hope of furthering discussion. She has always acted in good faith for the organization, and I have valued and continue to value her dedication.

As publisher, I was aware that there would be two articles in Bulletin #202 about the cover of issue #200, one by Jim C. Hines and one by Mike Resnick and Barry Malzberg. I did not read Mr. Hines’ piece and glanced cursorily at the Resnick/Malzberg piece but did not give it a significant read; I do not as a matter of course closely read the Bulletin before it is published. It’s possible if I had more closely read the article I might have alerted Ms. Rabe to portions that might be an issue. She might then have had the opportunity to take those concerns back to Mr. Resnick and Mr. Malzberg, who I have no reason to believe would not have taken editorial direction.

This did not happen. I as publisher gave the go-ahead – and once again, the responsibility for the event, and the offense it caused, falls on me.

So once again I apologize to the members who we have offended through the last few issues of the Bulletin. It is my place to accept the responsibility, and so my place to offer the apology.

3. It is my belief that SFWA has, under my tenure as president and through the actions of the board as a whole, become an organization with a more diverse membership, and also more useful and helpful to that diverse membership. However, it is also my belief that public perception of the organization matters, not only to the membership that pays its dues, but to those who could become members (and thus strengthen the organization) and to the public who sees the membership comment about the organization in social media. All the positive work the organization does for writers and members means little when things like this blow up.

When they blow up, I believe that we need to respond in two ways. First, own up to and take responsibility for the event. I have done so here. Second, put into motion steps that show immediately and concretely that the organization is committed to not making the same mistakes again.

The task force on the Bulletin is that positive step. It is immediate: It was formed within hours of us hearing our member complaints. It is also concrete: The task force will solicit comment from professionals in publishing both inside and outside SFWA as well as from our members, with the goal of offering to the president direct, actionable steps to make the Bulletin a valuable and useful magazine for our members – one that fulfills SFWA’s mission to inform, promote, defend, support and advocate for all of our members.

SFWA is an organization of 1,800 writers – all of whom with their own points of view and the ability to articulate them. The task force will have its hands full, especially as they do their work in a period in which we are transitioning from one board (and president) to another. Please be patient as they do their work.

4. As noted, much of this latest event began to happen while I was at the very tail end of my book tour. While I jumped in as quickly as I could, I would like to offer public appreciation for SFWA Vice President Rachel Swirsky for being on top of events as they spun up, and to incoming president Steven Gould for offering Rachel advice and support, and for being an active part of events. SFWA is more than one of its parts – and more than the sum of its parts as well.

5. I am aware that my apologies here will be taken any number of ways, depending on who is reading them and their opinion of events. That is the nature of an apology. Be that as it may, I believe that apologies matter, if they are sincere and they are followed up by right action. It’s what we are trying to do.

SFWA is an organization comprised of all its members; it must be seen to work for all its members. When we are both, we are a stronger and better organization.

To all our members, I say: You are welcome, you are valued, you are needed. We need you, and your voice and your willingness to make yourself heard when you feel that we are not the organization we can be. Be part of us, and help us be the organization you need us to be – that all science fiction and fantasy writers need us to be, and can be proud to be a member of.

John Scalzi
President,
The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America

Back From Tour Updates and Housekeeping

A few notes and comments about being back home after three straight weeks of travel:

* First, a basic housekeeping note: If you tried to send me an e-mail in the last three weeks or so, you got an automated response letting you know that I was probably going to only respond to those e-mails which needed immediate attention (usually business-related e-mail) and that if you genuinely needed a response you should probably resend after I was home, which is now.

This still holds. I received several hundred pieces of non-spam e-mail while I was out and about, and the idea of trying to go back in to respond to them fills me with the sort of dread reserved for minor surgery on the mouth. So I’m declaring e-mail bankruptcy for the month of May — which means if you sent me an e-mail in May I haven’t responded yet, I probably won’t. Again, if you need a response, resend, but please ask yourself if what you sent really needs a response.

* The one exception to the above: Big Idea requests sent in the month of May. I have them and will be plugging things into the schedule over the next week. You don’t have to resend those. Thanks.

* Although I’m back at home and the main portion of my tour is over, allow me a quick reminder to note that there are still a few tour stops to go before the Human Division tour comes to a full and complete stop. This includes appearances in Cincinnati and Lexington next week and Dayton and the Cleveland area the week after that — none of which, thankfully, will require me schlepping my ass about on a plane. There’s certainly something to be said for tour stops within driving distance.

* For those of you wondering how I feel after three weeks of non-stop touring, the answer is: tired. Friday, my first day at home, I was basically an ambulatory wad of meat; yesterday I was only slightly more engaged, and my plan for today is to do a whole lot of nothing other than lie around and maybe strum my guitar a bit.

Touring is hard work; not in the “lift heavy objects repeatedly for the entirety of your adult life” sense, of course, but in the sense of “deal with the airport, be in a different place with different people, be nice and engaged with everyone, give a good show, eat when you can, go to the hotel, try to sleep, wake up and do it again” for several days at a time.

It’s fun and it’s worth it, but it does eventually eat your brain. About halfway through my last signing session, at Eagle Eye books in Decatur, I felt my forebrain collapsing in on itself and I barely made it through that session being able to spell everyone’s name correctly. Five days off will have given me enough time to recover before my Cincinnati event, but man, it was a close call.

* That said, it really was a fun tour with lots of highlights, including, in no particular order, investing Gene Wolfe with the title of Grand Master, having Nichelle Nicols admire my t-shirt, meeting and hanging out with really-funny-as-hell Jewel Staite, in the company of Mike Choi and his lovely wife Michelle, sharing Thai food with Amber Benson (who may be my new Favorite Person), taking part in a treasure hunt that ended with me physically malleting a (paper-mache) frog head, seeing people in my audiences from high school, college, and my AOL years, talking shop with Tom Warburton, creator of The Kids Next Door (with the introduction managed by Felicia Day), having lunch with Nancy Pearl, pitching movie ideas at the Fox and Warner lots, getting into hilarious hijinx with Wil Wheaton and getting to wander around Beale street in Memphis, soaking in rock and blues. Among many other things. Which of course includes seeing so many readers and fans, almost all of whom are entirely awesome.

Again, touring is tiring. But the compensation for it is all of this sort of stuff. Which makes it entirely worth it, in my opinion.

In Case You Missed It On Twitter

Regarding the current issue with the current issue of the SFWA Bulletin:

Per my usual policy re: SFWA matters here on Whatever, comments will be off on this post. But, as noted above, your thoughts on the matter are solicited, at the “president@sfwa.org” email address. Thanks.

Headed Home

After three weeks, more than a dozen events/appearances, and having signed my name in books at least a couple of thousand times, I am on my way home.

Thank you everyone who came out to see me on the tour. I hope you had a good time.

Thank you every book store that hosted me when I was on tour. I hope I sold a ton of books for you.

Thank you to the staffs of both Nebula Awards Weekend and Phoenix Comic Con for the work you did on the conventions I attended. It was nice to be in one place for a few days in a row.

Thank you Tor Books, for touring me, and also Tor’s crack publicity staff for keeping up with me and tending to the minor bumps which inevitably happen on the road.

Thank you Purell brand hand sanitizer for killing a sufficient number of germs that I did not get sick on the road.

I think that covers the thanks for the moment.

You shouldn’t expect too much from me here in the next couple of days. I’ll be mostly busy reconnecting with wife, family and pets, and sleeping. Mostly sleeping. I’ll be back in the full swing of things Monday, I would expect.

And then, next week: events in Cincinnati and Lexington! Don’t worry, I’ll remind you beforehand.

Thanks again, everyone. Three weeks straight on the road is a lot. But you guys also made it a lot of fun.

The Big Idea: Michael Marshall Smith

It’s not unusual for authors to play with words in their stories. It’s slightly more unusual for authors to take chances with the meaning of their stories — and to see if the meaning of the stories will change if the words are changed, in a deliberate way. With The Gist, author Michael Marshall Smith is doing both. Here he explains how and why he’s doing it.

MICHAEL MARSHALL SMITH:

I don’t actually remember when or how or why I had the idea for The Gist—which is odd, as it’s ended up taking about ten years of my life. As a writer, I’m normally a pretty direct kind of guy. I don’t do fancy. I distrust artifice. I may wrestle with a Big Idea in a novel once in a while but it generally winds up being subservient to character and plot, and the books themselves are as straightforward as I can make them. The Gist had a complex circularity embedded within it from the start, however, and the idea sits front and centre.

The underlying notion is a simple one—Chinese whispers. It occurred to me that it might be intriguing to write a story and have it translated through a series of languages, before bringing it back around to English, to check what had happened in the meantime—to see if the ‘gist’ survived. To make it more interesting I decided to make the original story about the process of translation, too… or at least, I think that’s what happened. It may be that I started writing a story which featured a low-rent scuffler, a loser in every respect apart from having an exceptional facility with languages, who’s given the job of translating a book out of a language no-one’s never seen before… and that’s what gave me the idea of the translation project. I’m not sure. It must have happened one way or the other, but I can’t recall which was chicken and which was egg. The question loops back on itself, as the gist often does.

Either way, the translation aspect remained a pipe dream while I wrote the actual story, which took an unaccountably long time. Usually I like to get a first draft down as quickly as possible, preferably in a day, two or three at most. A handful have taken a few weeks to shoo into the cage, in between working on other things. The Gist took about five years, adding a little here, and a little there, with several months in between re-opening the file. I’m not sure why this was and I’ve never written anything else that way, but it meant that I was a significantly older person when I finished than I had been when I started, which is rather appropriate, given how the story turns.

When the story was finally done, and edited, I rubbed my hands together and prepared to embark upon the fun part. Nine months later, by then somewhat battle-scarred, I finally had a chain set up. I had agreeable individuals ready to translate the original into Italian, then from Italian into Polish, and from Polish into French. The final part of the journey, from French back to English, had always been earmarked for my old and dear friend Nicholas Royle, a writer whose work I admire very much and who was a source of great inspiration and support when I started to write. I’d originally hoped the chain might pass through a language using non-Roman characters, like Japanese or Hebrew, but it proved too hard to get the ins and outs to work: one of many things this project has shown me is how lucky I am to write in English, as other languages are far more patchily supported when it comes to translation. This struck me again when I gave a presentation on The Gist at the Sharjah Literary festival in the United Arab Emirates last year, as I was dependant upon simultaneous translation to communicate and unable to even guess at the title of the panel on which I was appearing.

Eventually I lit the blue touch paper and withdrew. At which point… nothing happened. The Italian translation never materialized, and so the whole thing ground to a halt. After two years I regretfully gave up, and prepared to use the story as the centerpiece of a new collection instead. But fortunately Bill Schafer at Subterranean, who’d been an enthusiastic, determined (and patient) supporter of the project from the start, prevailed upon me to give it one more try. I did, shortening the chain markedly and going to people upon whom I knew I could rely—Benoît Domis and Nick Royle. In a surprisingly short period of time these translations were done. I blocked out the design in the style of the Roycrafters (to whom reference is made in the story), and handed it over to Subterranean, who have made a fantastic job of turning this idea into a reality.

And it’s not done yet. Later this year The Gist will make the leap into the virtual, courtesy of one of my French publishers, Alain Nevant. His company Bragelonne will be publishing the story as an ebook, deploying an innovative app model that allows you to tap on any given paragraph of the story to alternate between the original English, the French, or the translated version. If you wish, you can even mix and match throughout, setting the gist free of any particular writer or language.

We all translate, all the time. Any given word, each collection of letters, is merely that: an arbitrary jumble of black squiggles upon which meaning has been conferred by history and convention. A word is not a thing, but merely an agreed method of referencing a thing, and these vary over time and space: what is comprehensible here and now would not be comprehensible there, or then. Every time we use a word in any language we are using something concrete to evoke the intangible, like using your hands to capture air. That’s not possible, of course, and never has been and never will be—and yet somehow we still manage to communicate, and run our lives, and buy cars, and order complicated coffees, and tell people we love them, and have them understand.

That’s the everyday miracle of language, the way in which through art we are translated. The big idea with The Gist was to celebrate how astonishing that is.

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The Gist: Subterranean Press|Amazon

Read an excerpt (scroll down). Visit the author’s blog. Follow him on Twitter.

Atlanta/Decatur: See Me Thursday! 7pm! Eagle Eye Book Shop!

Yet again, the pertinent information is in the headline, but here are additional details if you need them.

I will say this, however: The Atlanta/Decatur stop is the last stop in my three-week non-stop trek about the country — after this I get to go home and see my wife and child and pets, whoo-hoo!  – so I’m hoping to end this portion of the book tour on a high note. Will that happen? It’s up to you! If you’re in the Atlanta metropolitan area — heck, if you’re in Georgia — pack up every single person you’ve ever met in your life and bring them down with you to Eagle Eye. It’ll be a party down in Ol’ Nerdlanta.

Raleigh: See Me at Quail Ridge Books, Wednesday, 7:30!

Yet again, the headline has the relevant details, but if you need more, follow this link.

I’m very much looking forward to coming to North Carolina again; some of my favorite people are there. If you come to the event, you may be one of them! So please drop by. Tell your friends to drop by. Tell the neighbors, too. Heck, tell random people on the street. In a non-creepy way, of course.

The Big Idea: Mur Lafferty

In today’s Big Idea, Campbell Award nominee Mur Lafferty takes on both the serious (Hurricane Katrina) and the less-than-serious (humor! Which is funny!) while writing about her novel The Shambling Guide to New York City. Hey, did I mention she’s a Campbell Award nominee? I did? Well, it’s true, you know.

MUR LAFFERTY:

I don’t know about you, but when disaster strikes, I often feel lost and impotent. The biggest fear for my area is hurricanes; we don’t get earthquakes or tornadoes and no one really cares enough about us for a terrorist attack. I’m not a trained EMT or part of the Red Cross or particularly good at a lot of manual labor. I’m also the kind of person who would show up, want to help, and completely mess everything up by getting in the way.* So I get the sense of, when shit happens, there is nothing I can do. Or should do.

When hurricane Katrina landed in 2005, I was writing for RPGs at the time. New Orleans went under water and I had my usual stress of unable to do ANYTHING. But a proactive RPG writer, Dave Wendt, came up with the idea of writing a sourcebook based on New Orleans and have the proceeds benefit the Red Cross. I was excited! This was using a skill I had that wouldn’t get in the way of anyone! Long story short, since this isn’t about THAT book, but about the book that birthed it, my mind came up with a little look at New Orleans from a tourist zombie’s eyes, and a visiting zombie is going to need what humans need: a tour guide. So I wrote a 4000 word piece called “The Shambling Guide to New Orleans,” which was just a look around the city from the eyes of a perky undead tour guide who loved her city so much she wanted to keep her job after her death. It told people where they could sleep, what bars and clubs were welcoming to monsters, etc. I had my friend Angi Shearstone do four paintings of the tour guide in her element, and that was our donation.

But the idea of what kind of travel guide monsters would need wouldn’t let me go. I started fiddling with a book about a human woman who discovers that a) monsters are real, b) they like to travel just like humans, and c) they need their own kind of travel guides. And there’s a publishing company forming with eager writers, but they have no editors with experience. She cajoles her way into the job and discovers some pretty weird stuff- even without the “monsters are in the city” truth.

She also learns about the office life of the undead and monster lifestyle, mainly that there are no sexual harassment laws when you work with succubi and incubi, the zombies keep their lunch in the fridge, and locked doors don’t stop nosey water sprites who can just seep under the door. There’s also the etiquette involved- they don’t like being called “monsters” – it’s “coterie.” And the people who build Frankestein’s monsters don’t call themselves Frankensteins, they prefer “zoetists” – those who work with the magic of life.

It shouldn’t surprise you that I was a rabid fan of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy when I was in high school.** The very weird thing is that I didn’t realize how much those books influenced me until I had finished Shambling Guide. I suppose that’s a good thing, else I would have been stressed about perceived similarities, but I’ve been very lucky that one review said my book was like, “If Douglas Adams*** had written an episode of Buffy.” When I did my re-read, I kept hearing Peter Jones (“The Book” from the radio play) in my head reading the Shambling Guide excerpts at the end of each chapter, although his voice is wholly inappropriate for my “The Book.”

I’m thinking Vincent Price for “The Book.” Maybe Bea Arthur. Only, they’re dead.

The book (The Shambling Guide to New York City, not “The Book” within the book, also called TSGNYC. I can understand the confusion) is dedicated to my husband. Not only because I love him, but also because he made me submit it to Orbit instead of just podcasting it, as was my plan. So, thanks Jim. But it’s dedicated in part to Douglas Adams, because without his heavy influence and ability to spark a girl’s mind this book wouldn’t exist.

Humor is tough. You can read Adams and Willis and Pratchett and think, well hell, that’s easy. Put funny words together in a sentence! Something hangs in the sky the same way bricks don’t! Instant humor! But it’s not. That’s like saying that all professional baking needs is the ability to mix flour and salt and baking soda together. Yeah, you can throw stuff into a bowl but that doesn’t mean it can rise. I enjoy writing humor but I wish I understood it better. It just sort of happens when I write, I have trouble articulating how or why. I tend to think if I could articulate it, I’d be better at it, but maybe not. Maybe I’d just be able to tell others how to do it.

I got a “how to write humor” lecture off of Audible once, and it was racist/sexist/homobphobic as shit. Dude was very proud of a time he used “fruit” to describe a gay person in a joke. I’m not kidding.

Women! Amirite? </macfarlane>

So my Big Idea- hurricane, zombie tour guide, deep-seated Douglas Adams influence, and wandering into the great vast unknown called “humor.” It’s been a very interesting trek getting here, and a hell of a lot of fun.

Footnotes:

* I’m good at this. Seriously. My husband was in an accident just this morning, and after urgent care, I ran ahead of him to prop open the front door so he could get into the house easily, and two birds flew into the house. Two.

** I’m still a fan, but at the time “rabid” meant listening to the bootlegged radio tapes over and over and over again. The stores in the NC mountains didn’t carry a lot of BBC radio back in 1991. I’ve since purchased many versions of Adams’ work, including the radio play, hoping to kill my pirate karma.

*** Being too shy to meet Douglas Adams is my biggest regret, by the way. He was on tour promoting the Starship Titanic video game and we were at the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) and we walked by his booth. He was tall. We were too shy to say hello. He went back to England and died three years later. Seize the day, guys. Seriously.

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The Shambling Guide to New York City: Amazon|Barnes & Noble|Indiebound|Powell’s

Read an excerpt. Hear an audio version of the first chapter (limited time). Visit the author’s site. Follow her on Twitter.

The Human Division Hardcover Extras: Now Available Electronically (and Free!)

We told you this time would come, and so it has: The two extra stories in the hardcover/compiled eBook edition of The Human Division, “After the Coup” and “Hafte Sorvalh Eats a Churro and Speaks to the Youth of Today,” are now available to you for free, via Tor.com, which has all the details for download here. There is one catch, which is that you need to have a Tor.com account to download the extras, but getting one is both easy and free, and anyway Tor.com is awesome and you want to be part of that scene, trust me.

The release of these stories will catch up everyone who bought the serialized electronic version of The Human Division; now everyone in every format has everything.

That said, you don’t have to own The Human Division to get these stories; you just need to have a Tor.com account. However, be aware that “Hafte Sorvalh Eats a Churro” has a spoiler for the book. I’m just warning you in advance.

In any event: Enjoy, and welcome to Tuesday.

Memphis! Come See Me at The Booksellers at Laurel Wood TUESDAY 6pm!

Once again the headline says it all — I’m coming to Memphis, perchance to amuse you with my reading, signing and q&a skills. Here are all the details about my appearance. This will be my first ever visit to Memphis, so, one, I’m very excited to visit andalso very excited that Dyer’s Burgers is apparently walkable from my hotel, and two, I have no idea if anyone is going to show up to my event. So, Memphis folks, please come. And please bring a friend. Or two! OR SEVEN. Yes, definitely bring seven friends.

Please also note that the appearance begins at 6pm, not 7pm as many of my weekday events so often do. So don’t be late (but if you are I will still happily sign your books).