Coffee Shop Shows Up; TAD in Analog

The lovely Mrs. Scalzi shows off the author copy of Coffee Shop, which means that for those of you who have pre-ordered the book, your wait will soon be over. w00t!

Also, a nice review of The Android’s Dream in Analog (warning: some spoilers). Here’s the quote I imagine Tor will use for the paperback: “This is one I stayed up late to finish reading. Not many make me do that any more.” That quote makes me feel all fuzzy inside, it does.

26 Comments on “Coffee Shop Shows Up; TAD in Analog”

  1. Good Analog review, ARC of your new book, *and* a lovely wife – the trifecta!

  2. John, it’s easy to see which parent Athena favors, you are indeed a lucky man, Sir. Just pointing out the obvious.

    Oh, and nice book. Though the cover reminds me of Dogbert’s “Brown Ring of Quality.” Can’t wait for my copy to show up.

    I’d say congrats on the Analog review, but really, John, it’s getting a tad (TAD get it?) tedious. Haven’t we had just about enough “nice” reviews now? John Scalzi “the darling of SCIFI, blah blah blah.” I mean come on, have you ever had a bad review?

    I’m kidding, Dude, its pure unadulterated jealousy, that’s what it is. It’s ugly, but then I am a small jealous person, apparently. Well done.

  3. Rusty: Dude, she’s not smiling at YOU, she’s smiling at the guy holding the camera. Pour some cold water over your head and try to be a bit more respectful.

    Besides she’s been known to maim guys that make comments like that.

  4. I apologize. I meant it as a compliment, all the way around. I guess some people still aren’t comfortable with the dialect of my people yet.

  5. AlmaAlexander – I'm a scientist by education, a duchess by historical accident and an author who shares writing tips and glimpses of a writer's life, the mundane and the magic
    Alma Alexander

    Well, *I* pre-ordered, and I’m *waiting*….

    [tapping foot impatiently]

  6. Rusty: I was just being a smartass. Krissy can take of herself. “…I guess some people still aren’t comfortable with the dialect of my people yet.” Your people? What are you, like a steppe nomadic tribesman or something?

    John: Yeah, I know, but then again, I don’t read the bad reviews either, so they might as well just not publish them.

  7. Well, *I* pre-ordered, and I’m *waiting*….

    Maybe I’ll just join Alma in the Impatient Foot-Tapping Preorderers’ Lounge. So far, neither TSD nor Coffee Shop has landed on my doorstep.

    But The Ghost Brigades came today! So one of last week’s impulse buys has paid off!

  8. Another great review. I need to write a macro to say congrats, John. :) As recently commented in a group that discusses authors, you’re so hot you’re on fire, man.

    And, strangely enough, TAD is also keeping *me* up at night to read it. Several times until my eyes cross form exhaustion.

  9. Athena could have done it. Krissy could have done it.

    It’s a tradition, like kissing bald heads of SF writers at conventions.

  10. Oh, that is so weird. I get your blog via RSS feed in LiveJournal, so I glanced at the photo of The lovely Mrs. Scalzi and thought to myself, “Hmmmm. Interesting photo of Anne Murphy. I wonder why she’s holding a book?” Then, of course, I took a second look and discovered my mistake.

  11. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    John,

    1) Krissy looks elegant in a plaid most women could not pull off nor would even try. Nice work, Krissy.

    2) Can’t wait to read the book. Whenever the heck it arrives. The pony that was carrying it must have stopped at the border to wait out the cold.

  12. Here is another angle to writing which makes people cringe in disbelief. As far as I can remember fiction is something that comes out of an author’s imagination. How come some people tend to confuse it with reality?

    http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/magazine/6339747.stm

    The same can be said about Hemingway when he wrote about wartime stories in which he did not actually participate in. So, I say to hell with reviewers who can not write and criticize writing styles that are not to their liking.

  13. Has anyone else considered that the Scalzi marriage is the latest example of the Christie Brinkley/Billy Joel Syndrome; ie. fabulous wife somehow matched to nebbishy, dorky-looking husband.

    (Hey, I figure after giving John three four-star reviews in a row — and as a fellow Dorky Male — I needed to send a little snark his way, just so people don’t think I’m losing my Simon Cowell edge or anything.)

  14. Cool. Until I saw you at Philcon, I forgot that I had ordered the book. Now, if it arrives on Valentine’s Day, I have to explain to my wife why I bought myself a present.

    (I was the zombie-talk guy who followed you up the stairs. I didn’t know who you were, but I figured you looked like the sort of guy who Knew Where Things Were.)

  15. I just love the cover design for that book. It’s just so SO, ya know? It’s as perfect a fit for the book as the cover for TAD is. Kudos to the designer.

  16. FWIW, I stayed up late last night to finish TAD, and loved it. Just brilliant!

    I’m going to give my copy to my dad– he’s almost entirely immune to the charms of science fiction, but the politicking that goes on in the book is similar enough to the sorts of techno/politico-thrillers that he likes that he just might get into it. Plus, well, he can’t resist a good fart joke.

  17. Let me know what he thinks. I did write the book with the idea that people who don’t normally read SF could get something out of it, so it’d be nice to see if the theory works in practice.

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