Metatropolis Preorder and Details

Audible has finally given us the go-ahead to spill some more beans about Metatropolis, the audiobook “future cities” anthology I edited, and contributed a story for along with Elizabeth Bear, Toby Buckell, Jay Lake and Schroeder. So here are some details, including details how to preorder the anthology (and in doing so, get the first novella in the anthology).

First, if you are a Battlestar Galactica fan, prepare to squee yourself silly, because three of the stories in this collection are read by BSG stars. Second, of you’re an audiobook fan, you may also engage in squee, because the two other stories are read by two of the top audiobook readers in the business. Basically, you should just default to squee.

Here are the stories in the order of their appearance in the anthology, along with author and reader:

1. “In the Forests of the Night” by Jay Lake, read by Michael Hogan (Col. Tigh on BSG)

2. “Stochasti-city” by Tobias Buckell, read by Scott Brick (2008 Audie Award winner, for Dune)

3. “The Red in the Sky is Our Blood” by Elizabeth Bear, read by Kandyse McClure ( Anastasia “Dee” Dualla on BSG)

4. “Utere Nihil Non Extra Quiritationem Suis” by John Scalzi, read by Alessandro Juliani (Lt. Felix Gaeta on BSG)

5. “To Hie From Far Cilenia” by Karl Schroeder, read by Stefan Rudnicki (reader of the Ender’s Game series)

Audible sent me the audio files for these last week, and I have to say they all sound excellent; Bear, Jay, Toby, Karl and I wrote them for the purpose of being read, and each of the voice actors did a really fine job with their interpretations. I’m very happy with how this anthology sounds.

The full anthology will be released on the 21st, but you can pre-order now through Audible, and if you do, Audible will serve up “In the Forests of the Night” to you right now, with the rest of the anthology to come on the 21st. Perfect for those “instant gratification” types. Jay’s story is really great (and Hogan’s reading pretty much rocks, too), so it’s a good way to keep you hanging for two weeks.

I’ll mention more about Metatropolis as we get closer to the actual release date, to be sure. But it’s good to finally be able to tell you a little more about it. It was a lot of fun to do, and I think that comes through.

23 Comments on “Metatropolis Preorder and Details”

  1. Do you write in a different style when the intention is for the story to be read aloud? I tend to be very distracted by the “he said,” “she said,” etc. that goes along with print books that are read. Just curious …

  2. I’ll be happy to buy it as soon as Audible starts selling it. I’ve no interest in renting (even at a fixed fee) for an unspecified period of time (until Audible decides to shut down their DRM servers, they way MSN Music, Yahoo, and WalMart did earlier this year).

  3. Jon R:

    It is possible, of course, to burn Audible stuff to CD, so you don’t lose it in the event the DRM shuts off. As it’s spoken word, there’s no real significant loss of quality in the transfer to CD. Which is to say it’s easily ownable as you would wish to own it.

  4. 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, the real one.

    I peed myself a little in excitement.

    BTW< sure you know this, but the site is muy pokey today.

  5. I’m not a fan of audiobooks in general, but this may just be the kind of news that gets me to buy it in audiobook form. and then buy it again when/if it comes out in print, but man.

    That’s Michael Hogan, man!

  6. 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, the real one.

    I just peed myself again, reading who’s going to be reading these. Or who has. Even though it’s full of black mustachioed, devious Canadians, this will be quite something.

  7. Hey, I baked you a delicious pizza! Only problem, it has thumbtacks in it. Don’t worry, if you spend a bit of time and effort, you can take the thumbtacks out and have it just the way you like it!

  8. I ran the latin through an on-line translator and got:

    “Utere Nihil Non Extra Quiritationem Suis”=
    Either of the two Nothing Not Outside A scream Suis

    Other versions welcome. Please!!

  9. Jon R:

    Eh. I find the process of creating a personal physical copy of Audible work trivially simple, personally.

    That said, this conversation is already boring, so let’s not have it any further.

  10. I’m personally looking forward to the one read by Alessandro Juliani, and not (exactly) because it’s the Scalzi story.

    Mmm, Felix Gaeta.

  11. Alright, looks like a great place to put an Audible credit. I have two left… any suggestions? I’ve been having a hard time finding things to add, lately.

  12. sparCKL – PDX – Once a Silicon Valley software engineer, CURTIS C. CHEN now writes speculative fiction and runs puzzle games near Portland, Oregon. His debut novel WAYPOINT KANGAROO (Thomas Dunne Books, 2016) is a science fiction thriller about a superpowered secret agent facing his toughest mission yet: vacation. http://www.curtiscchen.com
    CKL

    “They’re made out of bacon!”

  13. I was hanging out with Karl the day he received his comp copy, and his excitement was enough to get me excited, even before I knew who else was on the bill, and who was reading what. The squee, it is contagious.

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