TLC in the UK

The Last Colony had its official UK release yesterday (it had been available before that as an import but is now out via Tor UK), and today saw a nice review of it in the Guardian, which called it “a fast-paced political thriller laced with observant characterisation, great dialogue, and some genuinely original science.” Can’t complain about that. So if you’re in the UK and have been holding off for an official UK edition, head to the stores. It’ll be there, waiting — nay, pining — for you. Note also that if you shop for your science fiction at Forbidden Planet, The Last Colony is part of a special discount promotion there through the end of the year.

26 Comments on “TLC in the UK”

  1. At last, something for the we Brits (that doesn’t involve the defenestration of tannin-loaded beverages).

    Tor/Scalzi 08 on the Independent ticket – Yay!

  2. When your books get released in the UK, does someone go through and mess all the spelling up, adding u’s and changing z’s into s’s willy-nilly so that Brits will be able to understand it?

  3. Also, John Perry is renamed “Nigel Fotheringsworth” in the UK edition, I think, and the Obin get Scottish accents.

  4. Ha, and I thought it was anarchy in the UK! Oh, wait…

  5. John, most British people spell your name Jouhn Scalsi, as you know, but in the link above the Grauniad writes that The Last Colony is by ‘Eric Brown’. A quick check tells me that their reviewer is called Eric Brown and he seems to have written several of the books he’s reviewed.

    You could try complaining about it. Don’t worry about the sub-editor getting fired for the error as I think they give them extra points for this sort of thing. The Guardian is famous for typos, once managing to get its own name wrong, which is why it’s known as the Grauniad.

  6. I’d rather imagine the Zoe’s Tale hardcover from Forbidden Planet was imported, yes.

    I regret I’m not so much jumping for joy at this news as I’d normally be, as I picked up TLC when I was in New York last week (and, thanks to a rather delayed flight, I was able to finish it all on the way home).

  7. Huh… I got TLC months ago from Amazon UK and it said nothing about being an import. I’m impressed, normally it takes weeks to get in that case. (Or, they spend 6 months trying to get it then eventually tell you they can’t only for you to visit the Amazon US site to discover within 3 minutes that it’s available and ships in 24 hours. Happened to me once, bloody Amazon.) My OMW must be an import though and I’ll have to find the UK version because it sounds even better! ;-) But if you want unintelligible aliens, try the Aberdonians. They get offended when you ask them to repeat themselves…

  8. From the advertisement:

    But they soon find out that nothing is what it seems, for his new colony are merely pawns in an interstellar game of war and diplomacy […]

    I’m Sorry, You Haven’t A Clue.

    Subject! Pronouns! Verbs! Agreement! Death!

    This message brought to you by the Professional Organisation for English Majors.

  9. Also sprach Lyle Hopwood @8 on 06 Sep 2008 at 6:30 pm:

    John, most British people spell your name Jouhn Scalsi, as you know, but in the link above the Grauniad writes that The Last Colony is by ‘Eric Brown’. A quick check tells me that their reviewer is called Eric Brown and he seems to have written several of the books he’s reviewed.

    Next you’ll be telling us that it’s spelled “Jouhn Scalsi” but pronounced “Throat-Warbler Mangrove.”

    And FWIW, a polite request for correction has been dispatched unto the powers that be at the Guardina.

  10. What, you haven’t been pronouncing Jouhn Scalsi as “Throat-Warbler Mangrove” all these years? That’s madness!

    Dr. Phil

  11. Heh, well what do you know, I actually picked it up on the day of release without realising it.

    Yes – realising.

    You can underline it with your ignorant red dotted line if you wish, Sir Firefox, but you shall not dissuade me.

  12. 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, actually...

    Gosh, why does it take so long for some books to come out in other countries. I’d have though TLC would have been out in the UK same time as here.

  13. It takes time because foreign publishers have to make deals with me to publish the books. The UK is a foreign company; Tor UK needed to buy the license to publish it.

  14. 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, actually...

    Aha. The inner workings of the publishing biz. I guess I was thinking it was some kind of octopus-like entity that could do it all at once.

  15. Oh yes, the UK and the US: two countries divided by a common language. (I wish I could remember who actually coined that phrase). As an English expat in Canada I have not two but three linguistic cultural variations to deal with. It can be such fun at times…

  16. What is actually to advantage to anyone that exactly the same book, in the same language with the same cover is now published by an English publisher instead of an American one?

    BTW, only 2 weeks ago I purchased The Last Colony from a Dutch online retailer and it was cheaper than the British version on discount.

  17. Philbert:

    “What is actually to advantage to anyone that exactly the same book, in the same language with the same cover is now published by an English publisher instead of an American one?”

    Well, the advantage to me is that I got paid for it twice.

  18. I received a very nice reply from Barbara Harper at The Guardian:

    Re: Correction – author of _The Last Colony_

    Thanks. We had this right in print, but a mistake seems to have been made when the article was put on the website. I’ve asked them to put that right.
    Best wishes
    Barbara Harper

    Just checked, and the author is correctly given as John Scalvi Scalzi.

  19. What is actually to advantage to anyone that exactly the same book, in the same language with the same cover is now published by an English publisher instead of an American one?

    Well, who could complain about Mr. Scalzi getting paid twice. But it also gives obsessive fan boys, bibliophiles, writers, booksellers and publishers and the people who tolerate them something to do. You really don’t want any of the above with idle hands… :)

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