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Sunday, March 18, 2012

Blog tweakage

Before Hild is published, I'll be doing a tear-down of my website, this blog, and Gemæcca. Meanwhile, I've been futzing about with the Aud books.

There are three novels about Aud Torvingen. But each is from a different publisher, so readers of one book might not know about the others. One day I'll buy back the rights and republish all three as a sleek and coherent package. Until then, I've been experimenting with the notion of meta-publication. I've built some additional pages for this blog just for the Aud books: one for the series, one for The Blue Place, one for Stay, and one for Always. Right now they're just bare bones: no excerpts, no audio, no video. But there is new art work. Go take a look.

If you have opinions on whether the new look works or doesn't work, I'd love to hear them.

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Saturday, March 17, 2012

New Prometheus trailer

Edited at 6 pm: I had the wrong trailer. This one is much, much better. Oh this looks so cool! Scott is returning to his big-screen scary sf roots. Wow! (Via @GalleyCat.)

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One of Hild's relatives?

I wrote a long post for my Hild blog, Gemæcca. It's all about a new archaeological find: a 7th-century Anglo-Saxon woman found in a high-status bed burial, complete with a fantastic gold and garnet pectoral cross.

Both bed burials and gold-and-garnet pectoral crosses are rare. Add the fact that this find might indicate the presence of a religious foundation for which we have no records, and things begin to get interesting...

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Friday, March 16, 2012

Too cool for school

One afternoon last month, my father dragged out the photo album. (No, not a typo; there's only one.) The pictures are carefully arranged behind plastic and Not to Be Disturbed. The only way to get copies is to take snapshots in situ.

Here's one of the half a dozen or so pictures I took that afternoon while Dad was in the kitchen making coffee:

I'm guessing I was seven going on eight and my little sister, Helena, four. Behind us is my older sister, Carolyn. The car was a big Ford Zephyr with a bench seat at the front (hey, you try driving a family of eight--parents, two kids, one grandfather--in a more English-sized vehicle). It's parked outside the bungalow we rented every year for a fortnight in a tiny one-road hamlet, Hunmanby Gap.

I loved that place (the hamlet, not the house--which was decrepit). It felt like home away from home, one of the solid things in my life, even though the cliffs were crumbling into the sea. (We moved house all the time, but we always came back to that bungalow in summer.) In fact, Hunmanby Gap was such a comfort to me that when I was first ill in 1989 and needed a place to convalesce, I rented the house four doors down from that old bungalow for three week. It worked wonders.

Never could find a substitute for those super-cool sunglasses, though...

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

The last time I'll answer this question

From: Sue Reilly

I can only assume you’ve been asked this many times, so I apologize up front. But, are you planning another adventure for Aud? I miss her terribly. Thank you.

You're right, I've been asked this question a million times. I try to never say never, but the odds of me writing another Aud book anytime soon are slim. I love Aud, love being in her head, but I'm so wrapped up in my current work--about a woman of the seventh century, Hild--that I just can't imagine pulling away long enough to get back to Aud.

Plus there are other reasons. I explain some of the more personal in my interview with Cobalt:

I gave Aud a love interest who is diagnosed with multiple sclerosis late in [Always]. When I realised where it was going I nearly stopped working on the book.

I hate having MS (no one in their right mind would enjoy it). It already takes up too much space in my life. I most certainly didn’t want it taking up all the air in my work, too. But that’s what my story brain brought me. I told myself that, just as Aud’s grief wasn’t my grief, was different in many respects, Aud’s love’s MS was not my MS. I did the work.

Always is where the story stops, for now. There are several reasons for calling a temporary halt–I’ll talk about the main one later–but one is certainly that to go on would mean having to examine what it’s like to love someone with MS. I’d have to dissect how it might be for my partner, Kelley, to love me. I’d be spending my entire artistic life dwelling on a disease I loathe in order to separate reality from fiction. And, in the end, no matter what I said in the Author’s Note, half my readers would secretly believe the novel was about me.

(There's more about Aud--and many other things--in that interview. Read it here.)

But there are brutally practical publishing reasons, too. All three Aud books came from--and are still available from--different publishers (The Blue Place is Perennial, Stay is Vintage, Always is Riverhead). For a series, this is impractical at best and career death at worst. They look different; they were sold differently; readers had--still have--no clue that each book was part of something greater. Until this changes, trying to sell a fourth would be madness. I hope one day to buy back the rights to those three books and publish them coherently, as they deserve, with unified jackets, marketing, and so on. If I do that, it's entirely possible that I will feel motivated to write a fourth. (I have books four and five roughed out in my head.) So, yes, while one day there might be more Aud it won't be for quite a while.

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Randomhouse Author Portal

I've been playing with the Randomhouse Author Portal: RH have done an excellent job. I can now access all my sales data--including sub-rights sales (book clubs and the like)--for Ammonite, Slow River, and Stay. Today I learnt, for example, that in its mass market format, Ammonite sold around 35,000 copies. That Stay sold more hard covers than trade paperbacks. And from Slow River to Stay hardcover numbers doubled. Also that Slow River has sold about seven times as many copies in trade as in hardcover.

What good does this do me? I'm not sure, but it's pretty nifty. And I love the clarity of the site. Plus, authors get 50% off any books they buy direct from RH. Then there are the handy-dandy tipsheets on how to do things like set up an author profile on Goodreads. Pretty cool.

Someone at Randomhouse, or many someones, have been working very hard and, more to the point, very smartly. I salute them. I imagine other publishers will follow suit soon. It certainly makes me think it might be worth writing a little something to publish with RH in the future.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Caught up on email

I'm now caught up on email after my trip to the UK. If you haven't heard from me by now, your email got lost and wandered off somewhere more interesting than my inbox. So feel free to resend.

There are many posts I've promised but not yet delivered: my anti-MS food regimen, my trip to England, the good news I got last month. I haven't forgotten. I'll get to them. Really. Maybe also something about Full Metal Jousting, my new Most Favourite Eva TV show.

Meanwhile I've been working on Hild. More about that anon.

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Monday, March 12, 2012

MS is not a disease of the immune system

Dr Angelique Corthals' magisterial reframing of MS as a result of faulty lipid metabolism, first published three months ago in the Quarterly Review of Biology, has finally been indexed on PubMed: Multiple Sclerosis is not a disease of the immune system. If you have MS, or know anyone who does, send your/their physician to take a look. Why? Well, read my blog posts here and here. Or watch the video. Or read the explanation at io9.com. Meanwhile, just trust me and send the info to your doctor. You can thank me later.

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Sunday, March 11, 2012

Spring is coming

I loathe and detest the time change. It's pointless. And irritating. But it's a marker of spring. Plus, our flowers never lie.

Spring is coming soon. Yes!

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Saturday, March 10, 2012

Song of Ice and Fire speculative map

I have serious map envy:

Created by theMountainGoat and Tear, copyright George RR Martin (via @tordotcom)

I urge you to go look at it in detail here. You can see Westeros, Essos, Sothoyos, Ibben, etc. And there's wonderful Google Earth satellite imagery overlaid on the desert, forest, and so on. Wonderful. Go play.

I'm going to have to step up my game for Hild's maps...

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Friday, March 9, 2012

Galactic Suburbia and freelance award design

My inaugural Galactic Suburbia Award arrived in the mail yesterday. It came wrapped in a lovely red and black ribbon:

I unwrapped it and admired it for a couple of minutes:

It has my name on the bit at the bottom, that you can't see, because, hey, I'm not a careful photographer and there had Been Wine that evening. Perhaps because There Had Been Wine, I thought she looked sort of lonely. I decided she might like company, so I put her in the corner of the Alisha Baker room (a/k/a the TV room), along with Clementine. Clementine, as you can see, is of superior height, so I put my prize (she does not yet have a name) on what is usually a candlestick holder:

Here's a close-up:

I'm hoping she'll be happy. She is certainly getting more fresh air than all my other awards (which are stuffed in cupboards and boxes and attics in various people's houses). I love winning awards but, frankly, I never know what to do with them. I wish more people made decorative and/or useful things. I'd really like, for example, some hardy, beautiful doorstops, and book ends, and sculpture for the garden, perhaps something to hang on the wall in the kitchen, or use as a trivet (a handsome tile--waterproof, greaseproof, heatproof).

Anyone out there doing freelance award design?

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Orange Prize 2012 longlist

To coincide with International Women's Day, the judges of the this year's Orange Prize (the UK's only annual book award for fiction written by a woman) have announced their longlist:

  • Island of Wings by Karin Altenberg (Quercus) - Swedish; 1st Novel
  • On the Floor by Aifric Campbell (Serpent's Tail) - Irish; 3rd Novel
  • The Grief of Others by Leah Hager Cohen (The Clerkenwell Press) - American; 4th Novel
  • The Sealed Letter by Emma Donoghue (Picador) - Irish; 7th Novel
  • Half Blood Blues by Esi Edugyan (Serpent's Tail) - Canadian; 2nd Novel
  • The Forgotten Waltz by Anne Enright (Jonathan Cape) - Irish; 5th Novel
  • The Flying Man by Roopa Farooki (Headline Review) - British; 5th Novel
  • Lord of Misrule by Jaimy Gordon (Quercus) - American; 4th Novel
  • Painter of Silence by Georgina Harding (Bloomsbury) - British; 3rd Novel
  • Gillespie and I by Jane Harris (Faber & Faber) - British; 2nd Novel
  • The Translation of the Bones by Francesca Kay (Weidenfeld & Nicolson) - British; 2nd Novel
  • The Blue Book by A.L. Kennedy (Jonathan Cape) - British; 6th Novel
  • The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (Harvill Secker) - American; 1st Novel
  • The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller (Bloomsbury) - American; 1st Novel
  • Foreign Bodies by Cynthia Ozick (Atlantic Books) - American; 7th Novel
  • State of Wonder by Ann Patchett (Bloomsbury) - American; 6th Novel
  • There but for the by Ali Smith (Hamish Hamilton) - British; 5th Novel
  • The Pink Hotel by Anna Stothard (Alma Books) - British; 2nd Novel
  • Tides of War by Stella Tillyard (Chatto & Windus) - British; 1st Novel
  • The Submission by Amy Waldman (William Heinemann) - American; 1st Novel

Wow, look at all those historical novels (the Guardian has some commentary on this). It strikes me as a very story-focused list. If some organisation bundled the whole lot for sale as ebooks, I bet they'd make some serious money. Just saying.

The shortlist will be announced on 17 April, the winner 29 May.

FYI, today, International Women's Day, is the 30th anniversary of my band's very first performance. Writing songs is what led me to writing fiction, which is what led to me to writing this blog. All very circular and satisfying. Here, for your delectation and delight (uh-huh), is a fourteen-minute video of the fresh-faced Janes Plane (three of us were 21 or younger but, oh, we thought we were so worldly...) talking about what it took to make music in a man's world:

I'm not entirely sure how much has changed.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Connectivity problems

Today was going to be a photo post--of, well, dolls. But thanks (uh-huh) to Comcast, my upload and download rates have dropped to crawling-about-aimlessly-and-not-getting-anywhere speed. So instead I'll tell you it's a fantastic, bright day here in Seattle. A bit cold, but by the time I head off for my splendid, by-the-lake lunch things should have warmed up. So I'll cope. I imagine you will, too. Go get some sun, or have lunch or a drink with a friend, or read a good book. I'm thinking I might get to do all three today. Life is good.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

How to fix gender bias in book journalism

As my jet lag recedes and my brain returns I'm beginning to catch up on reading. Over the weekend I encountered Alison Flood's Guardian piece on gender bias in book journalism:

Vida, an American organisation supporting women in the literary arts, has compiled statistics on the gender split in books coverage at publications including the London Review of Books, the Times Literary Supplement, the New Yorker and the New York Times Book Review, each of which showed a substantial bias towards using male reviewers and covering male authors.

At the LRB last year 16% of reviewers were women (29 out of 184) and 26% of authors reviewed (58 out of 221); at the New York Review of Books 21% of 254 reviews were by women, 17 of 92 authors reviewed were female and 13% of 152 articles were by women. Of 1,163 reviews in the TLS in 2011, 30% were by women, and of 1,314 authors reviewed, 25% were women. Granta was the only publication to have more female contributors, at 53%, but much of this was down to its women-only feminism issue.

No surprises here: reviews in top-notch literary journals are still overwhelmingly written by men about men. (But go read the Vida piece anyway--they do great work. And if you're unsure of my feelings, and a few thoughts, on the subject, read here and here.)

Nothing new, then. But this time around I was struck by the attitudes of various editors. Most of them seem to be sighing, and trying: to be aware of the bias, to compensate for it, to recruit more women. Some, however, appear not to be too bothered; I read their quotes and imagine them shrugging, as if to say, Well, women have to drag themselves up the heap, and when they do we'll pay attention.

I understand both perspectives. Women most definitely need to write more, submit more, and risk more. But men need to help. They, we, all of us, need to be active and proactive. Let me explain. In the interest of getting to my point, I've boiled down my thinking to a simplistic statement which, inevitably, will seem--to many--to be a sweeping generalisation. You can either take my word for it or, if you need a step-by-step guide through the thinking of Feminism 101 and the mechanics of the patriarchy (oh, yes, it's still very much alive and nasty), go do some learning, e.g. Finally, A Feminist 101 Blog.

Men grow up being encouraged to take risks--physical and intellectual--in a culture of competition and hierarchy. Being singular and above the herd is a goal. Women are raised to collaborate and fit in. We are taught to value belonging and being liked. We learn that to stand out from the herd is to lose the shelter of the herd.

To many men, therefore, I'm guessing it's often not that big a deal to write an essay critical of another writer, or to write a monograph on some weighty intellectual subject in which they have a modicum of expertise. If they get attacked in print for it, who cares? It's just a variation of an intellectual shoving match. They learnt the rules of that game in school.

For a woman, on the other hand, it can be dangerous. Women voicing opinions are routinely attacked. (Think about the recent Rush Limbaugh attack on law student Sandra Fluke. Or go read John Scalzi's blog post on how women are treated badly in social media.) As a result, women generally feel that they need greater qualifications and deeper experience to be allowed (oh, yes, I use the word advisedly) similar authority.

To change this imbalance, a lot of people need to do a lot of work. Editors of all stripes must reach out personally to women writers; they must actively encourage women to take risks. Acquiring editors at publishing houses, particularly non-fiction editors, must cajole women to write something; they must help women get over their diffidence. Fellow writers--and friends and lovers and family of writers--must support women writers. This support should be verbal, emotional, and practical. (For some examples, read this Guardian article on counter-balancingthe old boys' network.) All these supporters should understand that many women will be (irritatingly) reluctant to respond. Supporters must persist.

Most of all, women need to be brave. Yes, people might say mean things about you. Yes, they might not like you. Yes, there might even be lunatics out there who will threaten you--but you will have a lot of support. And it (mostly likely) won't kill you.

I understand why some women are reluctant to put themselves forward, I really am. (I taught women's self-defence for many years. I'm cognizant of the danger, real and imagined.) But if you've ever hesitated to write a Wikipedia article, hesitated to write a review, hesitated to apply to that editorial job/promotion/pay rise, stop it. Stop hesitating. Stop second-guessing yourself. Stop gaming it out to the nth level. Get over it. Just do it. Take the plunge. Nothing will change until you step up. So take your place, don't expect to be given it. Own your expertise, don't expect to be led every step of the way. Accept the compliment (or the pay rise, or the promotion or the help) and don't make others work so hard to give it to you.

And on the way, don't hesitate to name behaviour, don't hesitate to demand help. I assume you have love at home. What you need in the world is respect. Take it. Own it. Demand it. Accept it.

Be brave.

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Monday, March 5, 2012

Game of Simpsons...

The opening of The Simpsons last night parodied Game of Thrones. I love to watch people play... (Via JeaxActu.com and Galleycat)

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If I owe you email

Being away from my desk for over two weeks means I have a river of detail, business, and work to deal with. If I owe you an email, please be patient. If you haven't heard from me by Sunday 11th it means your email has been washed away in the flood. Please feel free to resend at that time.

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Sunday, March 4, 2012

Beer is good

Wine, also, pretty much rocks the thunderdome. That's all.

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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Robot ping-pong, robot music

Jet lag means I'm doing nothing but roam around the kitchen munching on random food items, then folding in a heap thinking it's two o'clock in the morning. But knowing I can't be productive frees my mind to roam (and munch on random items of weirdness).

Here, for your delectation and delight, are the fruits of others' intellectual roaming:



Thanks, Karina

We all need down time. It's where the weird and wonderful comes from. Today I'll do nothing in particular. I urge you to do the same.

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Friday, March 2, 2012

I'm teaching a one-day writing workshop in April

I'm teaching a one-day writing workshop for Clarion West here in Seattle on Sunday, April 15th.

I don't teach very often, but every now and again I love to get a group of beginner, intermediate, and advanced writing students together and help them make a joyous leap forward--a leap that's particular to each writer's style, genre, and goals. This time I'm only taking twelve people.

Sign up in the next three weeks and I promise you a thrill ride into your own work.

Exciting Writing: Making the Reader Believe
Sunday, April 15, 2012
10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m.
Nicola Griffith


A writer's job is to make the reader believe. This workshop gives you concepts and tools to make your reader breathe your air, walk your landscape, and connect with your protagonist. Through exercises and discussion you'll learn how to get readers to long for your world and dream your characters' dreams. Be prepared to work hard and take risks. Register by March 22 and you'll receive an in-class critique of your current project’s most important page: what works, what doesn't, and how to fix it.
Nicola Griffith is an English novelist, editor, and essayist living in Seattle. Her five novels, three anthologies, and multi-media memoir have won the Tiptree, Nebula, World Fantasy, and six Lambda Literary awards. She has taught writing at all levels, including at Clarion West in 1997. Her current work is set in seventh century Britain. She drinks just the right amount of beer and takes enormous delight in everything.
  • Attendance is limited to 12 students on a first-come, first-served basis.
  • Cost is a nonrefundable fee of $125. Full-time students are eligible for a $15 rebate at workshop session.
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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Back from the UK

Blurry because, well, we'd all been drinking...

It's a little after noon here in Seattle and a brilliantly sunny day. Which is confusing, because my internal clock believes it's still night time, dark time, noisy cheerful pub time in Yorkshire (or London, or Whitby, or Hull).

I went to the pub a lot. This picture was taken about three days into the visit. I talked to a lot of people: my father, my sisters, my nephews and nieces, my aunt, my cousin, my ex (and her partner, and their two kids), some friends of the science fiction persuasion, my agent, the drummer from Janes Plane whom I hadn't seen for nearly thirty years, two women I bumped into in the street outside a cafe whom I hadn't seen in longer than that... And a very great deal of it occurred in bars. About ten days into the trip, feeling liverish, I totted up the drinks and concluded I'd been averaging about five pints a day. UK bitter--Tetley's, Timothy Taylor's, Caffrey's--is a bit lower proof than the stuff here, but it was still an enormous amount on a regular basis.

As ballast, I ate a lot. In Yorkshire it was mostly liver (delicious) and fish and chips (if you ever get the chance to go to Murgatroyd's, in Yeadon, jump at the chance--and, yes, they serve beer). In Hull it was Indian food. In London drool-worthy Portuguese-influenced fish (mackerel, sardines, anchovies).

I can't possibly tell you how many cups of tea I drank. In Yorkshire it was builder's tea: strong enough to make you tremble, harsh enough to strip the mucous membrane from the lining of your gut and hot enough to melt lead.

I'll tell you more over the next few days. For now, I'm happy to be home.

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