And it’s time for me to give away two more copies of Ancillary Sword!
You’ve got two days to enter. And I plan to have at least one more (hopefully two more) before Book Day.
And it’s time for me to give away two more copies of Ancillary Sword!
You’ve got two days to enter. And I plan to have at least one more (hopefully two more) before Book Day.
So, every now and then someone emails me, or pops up in comments, to ask if there’ll be a hardcover edition of Ancillary Justice. And until very, very recently the answer has been, “Nope. It would be awesome, I agree, but there are no such plans at the moment.”
Well, that is no longer true. Y’all know Subterranean Press, right? If you don’t, you should. My very first genre sale was actually to issue number four of Subterranean Magazine, an issue guest-edited by John Scalzi. Sadly, Subterranean Magazine is no more, but Subterranean Press puts out lovely limited-edition hardcovers.
And yes, some time next year they’re going to be doing a signed, limited-edition hardcover of Ancillary Justice. So, those of you who have desired such a thing, watch this space!
So, basically, what it says in the subject line up there. If you’ve pre-ordered Ancillary Sword (or if you do pre-order it in the next couple of weeks), click on over to this form, fill it out (including a copy and paste or an image file of your receipt), and I will sign a bookplate for you.
Here’s that link again: Pre-Order Ancillary Sword and Receive a Signed Bookplate
And! This basically steals fire from my “sentence a day” plan, but that’s all right. I’ll continue it in case anyone still wants the slow drip (they’re all already scheduled anyway!). But. You can read Chapter 1 IN ITS ENTIRETY on Orbit’s website.
So, the other day a blogger posted their predictions for next year’s Hugo ballot for Best Novel. (Strikes me as a bit early in that game, but hey, de gustibus, and if that’s what they enjoy thinking about and writing about, I genuinely wish them all the enjoyment the topic can afford them.)
Flatteringly enough, they considered Ancillary Sword to be a likely candidate. Unless, of course, AS turns out to be an utter disaster. Or unless it didn’t actually come out this year–they cited the lack of a pre-order button on Amazon and the lack of marketing push to be signs that perhaps the book would be delayed.
So. Just so it’s clear. I’ve been largely silent on the Amazon business, but I’ll say explicitly here that yes, Orbit is part of Hachette, and all of that Amazon vs Hachette business is indeed affecting my books. Amazon is delaying shipment of paper copies of Ancillary Justice, and has removed the pre-order button on Ancillary Sword. It has nothing to do with the book not coming out on time.
(I am not happy with Amazon right now, and have stopped buying anything at all through them. I probably won’t go back to it if I can possibly help it. But I haven’t called for any kind of Amazon-avoidance, largely because I’m pretty sure a lot of readers are more or less locked into Kindle at this point. Personally I’d have advised against getting into that position to begin with, but cost is a factor there, with vanilla e-readers being cheaper than the tablets that let you run various bookstore apps, and besides I can’t tell you all how to run your book-buying lives. So, buy your books wherever works best for you.)
The marketing push? Well, you know, you push too early and by the time the thing comes out everyone’s either sick of it or has forgotten. Push too late and you don’t get the buildup you want in time for release. Early reviews are only just now coming out. Things are moving along as they should be.
At any rate, here are a few of those early reviews: Publishers Weekly liked it, Kirkus liked it. There’ll be a (starred, I’m told!) Library Journal review come September. There was a lovely review in RT Book Reviews, which I can’t link to because it’s in the latest issue.
So. Mark your calendars! Ancillary Sword will be out on October 7.
I’ll be doing some signings in the St Louis area in the week or two following its release, by the way, so watch this space for times and locations.
Among the wonderful people I met at Worldcon were several who were interested in whether or when AJ would be translated into various languages. In some cases I could answer pretty easily, off the top of my head, but not in all, and I figured I ought to list upcoming translations here so folks who are interested will know.
So. Thus far, there are plans to translate Ancillary Justice into something like a dozen languages.
Hebrew–SiAl Dutch–Luitingh Fantasy Spanish–Ediciones B SFF Czech–Albatros Media French–J’ai Lu Italian–Fanucci Editore Polish–Muza Japanese–Tokyo Sogensha Hungarian–Gabo Bulgarian–Bard Russian–Fantastika Book Club Publishers Romanian–Art Grup Editorial German–Heyne Verlag Turkish–Ithaki Yayinlari Portuguese (in Brazil)–Editora Aleph
There may or may not be more coming.
I am really interested in how certain aspects of the novel will translate into certain languages. Hungarian, for example, doesn’t have gendered pronouns to begin with. And I had a really lovely conversation with my German translator (Hi, Bernard!) about how he’s thinking of handling some of the nouns, which have to be gendered in German. (Lieutenant, for example!)
I’m also eager for the Spanish translation, since my daughter, who has been studying Spanish for five or six years now and really enjoying it, has said she’ll condescend to read it when it’s available in Spanish. Partly because it’s my novel, and partly, she says, because she’s sure she’ll learn a lot in the attempt.
So, anyway, there’s the current list of upcoming translations. If there are more, I’ll blog about them so people can find them.
I’m back! And I had a fabulous, if exhausting, time. I arrived Wednesday morning, got all registered and everything–good call, because I gather the lines the next day or so were pretty amazingly huge–and went to the Orbit party, which was in a lovely venue near St Paul’s with a wonderful view. Met a zillion wonderful people, some of whom I’d met before, some of whom I only knew from the internet, some of whom were entirely new to me. It was fabulous.
That “met a zillion wonderful people” thing was a major theme of the week. I met so many people, in fact, that a day or two in my social circuits were more or less overwhelmed and I was having trouble sorting out who I’d met and when, and a few times I remembered that someone had said something–but it turned out, someone else had said it. Usually it was someone else who had been part of the same conversation and I’d just failed to tag it correctly in memory, I guess, but it was a strange experience.
The venue was GINORMOUS. I never did get to the other end of it, where things besides Loncon were happening. I swear I did more walking in a few days than I generally do in a couple of weeks. But the venue was really nice. I was dubious about the Fan Village thing, but it seemed to work out really well. There seemed to be plenty of elevators and ramps (though there may have been access problems I didn’t know about), traffic flowed pretty well, except in a couple of hallways where most of the panels were, which were really freaking crowded during shift changes. I did really like the whole “food court” kind of thing they had going on–not that any of it was life-changingly delicious, but so often at a con you’re stuck with the (incredibly expensive and often crowded) hotel restaurant, and then you hope there’s something decent within walking distance. The setup at the ExCel meant there was generally a good variety of food available right there at the con.
As seems to be the case with me and Worldcons, I attended only one panel. This time it was the Coode Street Podcast recording. I was on a couple others, and had a good time doing them.
So, you know, I had a great time.
Oh, and there was the Hugo Ceremony on Sunday night. Yeah. That little thing.
So, honestly, I expected Wheel of Time to take the rocket home. And I was good with that. There is, annually, some hand-wringing about the Hugos–they’re broken, they’re a sign of [insert thing you despise], they’re meaningless, they should be abolished, whatever. But it’s always seemed to me that the whole point of the Hugos is that people vote for the things that they love. This is not always the same as “the best” or “the most literary” or “the most sophisticated” or whatever–but determining “the best” or any of those other things is a really complicated question, and in the end it’s not actually what the Hugos are about. The Hugos are about what the members of Worldcon love.
Of course, at this point I have a vested interest in saying such a thing. But I’ve always felt that was the case, and never had much of a problem with it. Yeah, sometimes things I don’t love (or things I actively dislike) will win, but that’s the breaks. I might grouse about it to friends, and wish the thing I’d voted for had done better, but eh, it’s not the end of the world. This isn’t to say I don’t think winners should be held up for criticism–I absolutely do. But I generally don’t find that my preferred candidate not winning–or even my not having a candidate I think much of–is a sign of the ultimate bankruptcy of science fiction or whatever.
Anyway. I knew how many people really, really love the Wheel of Time. It’s not my thing, but it doesn’t need to be, does it. So I was just happy to go to London and dress up and go to the parties and be within spitting distance of the Hugo.
Yeah. About that.
Oh. My. God. Afterwards, people were saying, “Did you see, when your name was called…” or “Did you hear…” and I was like, I saw and heard nothing. I was just trying not to fall the fuck over from shock on my way up the steps. Cause, like I said, I was sure it belonged to WoT and I was all ready to cheer for it.
I did have one or two people tell me they were WoT fans but had put AJ in first place, and I would like to say how much that means to me. Because like I said, I know fans of WoT really, really love it.
And then my Twitter and my email exploded, and haven’t yet quite recovered. If you have emailed me or tweeted at me (particularly if you tweeted at me, Twitter doesn’t really want to show me all of my mentions right now, and I don’t blame it, there are a zillion of them) I would like to say THANK YOU. If you had told me at any time before Sunday night that winning a Hugo (let alone any other awards) was anything more than an embarrassingly grandiose fantasy, I would have said (did, in fact, to a couple people) that it was nice of you to say so, but come on, now, really.
Uh huh. Wow. I just…really, words fail.
It doesn’t help that I just got home last night, and my body still kind of thinks it should be in London, so I’m not exactly at my most witty and articulate, but I think I’d be having problems even if I weren’t tired and jetlagged. Holy crap.
11) The inimitable Cat Rambo has a Patreon. Signing up gets you new stories in your email, fresh from Cat’s elegant pen.
If enough pledges accumulate, patrons will get audio versions of stories, or perhaps even a serialized fantasy. Or–at the highest level–she’ll edit her own magazine. Remember when Cat was editor of Fantasy? Yes? Do you long for those days to return? Okay, maybe not all of those days, and certainly not the parts that might have been unpleasant for you, but the part where Cat edited stories for us to read? Well.
As little as a dollar per story gets you short fiction in your email every two weeks. More gets you, well, more. If it’s something you’re able to do, please consider it.
1) I went to the Launchpad Astronomy Workshop two weeks ago, and had the most amazing time, and met the most amazing people. Some of them have written blog posts about it. I fully intended to, but I suspect there’s no way I’ll really be able to in any way that seems sufficient to me.
2)Readers who are familiar with my short fiction–a minority these days, for fairly obvious reasons–will recall that I wrote a fair amount of fantasy, nearly all of it set in the same universe. A new story, “Saving Bacon”–set in that same universe!–has gone live at Podcastle. Perhaps you will enjoy it.
3)Related to that last item, once, years ago, Mr Leckie and I visited some friends who’d moved out of the city and bought a farm. They had a pig penned outside, and they explained that the first year they’d gotten a pig, they’d named it and everything, and then when it came time to do what they’d bought the pig for to begin with, it was really hard on them. (Yes, yes, I imagine it was harder on the pig, but the pig, sadly, wasn’t telling the story.) The next year, they named their pig “Ham” so that they would never forget what that pig’s job was. Next morning, we were served (delicious) sausage that was very obviously home-made, and I said, “Is this Ham?” One of the friends said, very solemnly, “No, Ann, that’s sausage.” And then busted up laughing. She’d been waiting and waiting to make that crack. And yes, it was Ham.
4)Left Bank Books in St Louis has a regular science fiction book discussion thingy, and the next one is Thursday August 7, at 7pm. And the book they’ll be discussing? Ancillary Justice. And I’ll be there. Drop by if you’re interested.
5)There are (or were last I checked) signed copies of Ancillary Justice at both Subterranean Books and Left Bank Books. So if you’re in St Louis and want one of those, that’s where you’d go to get them.
6)I fail at subtweeting. I tried, but instead started a conversation about cilantro. Oh, well, that’s the breaks. I’ll do it more explicitly here, since there’s more space–obviously since cilantro tastes vile to me, people who rave about it only “like” it because it’s fashionable. They are deluded, brainwashed, perhaps even sheep-like. You cannot convince me otherwise, I know the truth, and I don’t care about what herbs might be in style, I just like good food. And cilantro isn’t good food.
7)Same goes for people who like chili peppers. They’ve got to be lying in order to appear cool, or so invested in the idea of being cool they’ve convinced themselves eating them is actually pleasant.
8)No, I don’t sincerely think that. But I am a wimp when it comes to spicy, and cilantro tastes like a mouthful of soap. Ick.
9)Yes, I am aware there’s probably a genetic component to the whole “cilantro tastes like soap” thing. Supposedly there’s also an “it’s in your head” component as well, but I’m not sure how any amount of exposure is going to make a mouthful of soap into some kind of pleasant experience.
10)I guess that’s everything. See you on the other side of Worldcon, unless I realize I forgot something.
My final schedule is basically identical to the draft schedule I posted a while ago, with the addition of a signing session on Friday. So–yes, I’ll be signing books (or bookplates, or whatever) on Friday afternoon.
This doesn’t include a few things that have been scheduled independently of con programming.
Short Fiction is Dead, Long Live Short Fiction
Thursday 19:00 – 20:00 Capital Suite 10 (ExCel)
Short fiction markets are always in flux, but the changes over the last decade have perhaps been particularly dramatic — a general shift from print to online, the rise of new funding models, and so on. And yet there is more short fiction published than ever: alongside print stalwarts such as Interzone and Asimov’s are online magazines such as Clarkesworld, Tor.com and Strange Horizons, any number of Kickstarted anthologies, and hybrid models such as Arc. For editors, what considerations go into developing a short fiction market for today’s readers? For writers, do the available venues shape what gets written, and if so in what ways? And why do so few British writers appear in online magazines?
Liz Gorinsky (M), Eileen Gunn, Simon Ings, Keffy R. M. Kehrli, Ann Leckie
Friday 13:30-15:00, Autographing Space (ExCel)
A Queerer War
Sunday 13:30 – 15:00 Capital Suite 13 (ExCel)
Consideration of sexuality has been part of military sf since at least The Forever War, but while it’s easier than it used to be to find militaristic sf novels that address queer experience — Adam Roberts’ New Model Army, say, or God’s War by Kameron Hurley — they remain uncommon. Let’s talk about the implied or assumed links between combat, straightness, technology and morality, and how science fiction has succeeded and failed at complicating its understanding of the sexuality of war.
Duncan Lawie (M), Geoff Ryman, S. J. Groenewegen, Tanya Huff, Ann Leckie
No, I do not plan to sit this particular Hugo Ceremony out in the bar.
Pew Pew! Where Have the Lasers Gone?
Monday 10:00 – 11:00 Capital Suite 10 (ExCel)
When was the last time you read a science fiction novel with lasers? Everything is flachettes and high explosive rounds. Do we blame William Gibson or has the technology of laser guns been debunked to the point that GI Joe and Cobra’s inability to actually kill one another has finally been explained? Is there still a place in science fiction for the obviously impossible and/or impractical?
Tom Becker (M), Gillian Clinton, Rachel Erickson, Neyir Cenk Gokce, Ann Leckie
The title of the post is where I’ll be and when!
Basically, Left Bank Books in St Louis is having its 45th birthday, and as part of the celebration Mark Tiedemann, Kevin Killeen, and I will take turns writing a story in the shop window. Audience members–and Twitter denizens–will be able to suggest things that we have to work into the story somehow. And apparently there’ll be a live video feed, which you can find here.
During not-my-turns I’ll be available to sign books. It should be fun! So if you’re looking for something to do from about 5pm to about 9pm this coming Friday, drop on by!