Chart / November

November. Time to take stock of things. Sequel to Reality Testing aiming to be delivered to the publisher in February. Movie about a giant robot potentially in the works. TV series doing my head in…pitch meeting next week.

Yes, yes, I’m exhausted.

But there’s another cool development: My publisher, Black Rose, is getting in on the Kindle Vella action. Kindle Vella, for those not in the know, is:

“a platform that authors can use to share their stories with readers in an episodic style. The big feature of Kindle Vella is its serialized format—authors publish content in 'episodes,' and readers consume that content one episode at a time”

I am absolutely on board with this. Finally, someone has found a way to make books combat-ready for the Inattentive Age. All they had to do was go back to the 1830s for the idea. Thanks, man who originally decided to serialise The Pickwick Papers. Anyway, what it means is that I now finally have a place for my wild tales set in the Sundown universe. No longer will I have to trawl Submittable looking for any calls for submissions even remotely resembling sci fi. Instead, I can compete against titles such as The Elven Lord’s Concubine, Shadowglen: Witches & Wolves, Filthy Rich Vampires and - perhaps my favourite - Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder.

Movie of the month: I think it has to be the smouldering 1963 dudefest Hud, which has some of the greatest dialogue I’ve ever heard. A smattering:

“You don't look out for yourself, the only helping hand you'll ever get is when they lower the box.”

“Get all the good you can out of seventeen 'cause it sure wears out in one hell of a hurry.”

“Happens to everybody. Horses, dogs, men. Nobody gets out of life alive.”

That last one is just so butch and ridiculous and awesome.

A note on Paul Newman’s portrayal of Hud: He could absolutely be one of the biggest dickheads put to celluloid. There are antiheroes and then there’s whatever Newman is doing here, and it’s both amazing and infuriating at the same time.

Album of the month: I’m just going to go ahead and list the upcoming Metallica album here, every month, until it comes out in April. Because it’s gonna be the album of the damn century. Hear this? Hear that sub-Motorhead, single-riff, chuggy bollocks genius? How about that solo that sounds like someone had their hands chopped off and did their best to play with the stumps? HOW ABOUT THEM LYRICS? Full speed or nuthin’, baby. Hopefully in the next track they’ll reference Ronnie.

(Note: The actual album of the month is a three-way tie between Ultra Truth by Daniel Avery, Changes by KGLW, and Almanac Behind by Daniel Bachman).

Book of the month: I’m already tearing up as I write The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton. Why didn’t we read this in school? If I’d been handed this at the right time instead of 20 years too late, it would have been seismic for me. As it is, I can safely say it is much, much better than the film, which I watched many years ago and is the reason I never got around to reading the novel. Wonderful.

November sunset:

1. Kedr Livanskiy - Ivan Kupala

2. SAULT - Don’t Waste My Time

3. Daniel Avery - Ultra Truth

4. Hagop Tchaparian - Right to Riot

5. 808 State, Björk - Ooops

6. Rival Consoles - Running

7. Mount Kimbie, Kai Campos - Zone 1 (24 Hours)

semaphore.

Sci-fi article on Shepherd.com

I wish I could say I was digging around on the Digital Horn of Plenty and discovered an article listing Reality Testing as one of the greatest additions to the very limited cyberpunk canon, but I would be both lying and somewhat delusional. No, this wonderful post is intended to draw attention to an article I wrote for Shepherd.com titled “The best science fiction books that paint high-concept futures”. Paint? It seemed like the right verb to use at the time.

The article is available here.

Featuring all the Grant Price standards (Gibson! Cixin! Le Guin!), it’s the perfect way to kill five minutes while drinking the dregs of your Coffiest or enjoying a squirt of Popsie. That’s a reference to The Space Merchants….which is also in the list! Get going, you old future pirate.

the future is painted exclusively in shades of pink and blue.

Chart / September

The best thing about working on a TV series as a writer: Bouncing ideas off other people and receiving instant feedback.

The worst thing about working on a TV series as a writer: Having ideas bounced off you and being expected to provide instant feedback.

As my career as a non-sci-fi writer is going nowhere fast (for some reason I thought the market for boxing/refugee crisis/Berlin party town novels was blowing up. It isn’t), I have thrown my lot in with a plucky bunch of people looking to bring the next Breaking Bad to the small screen. It means I likely won’t be doing other kinds of writing for the next few months, at least. I have to say that feels liberating.

I’M FREE.

Book of the month: The Space Merchants by Cyril M. Kornbluth and Frederik Pohl. Oh, what a shot in the arm this was for me. Critically acclaimed cyberpunk from the forward-looking days of 1953. How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty. Well, maybe not that, but a read that was actually enjoyable without needing to be grandiose or impart a Big Message or require me to have a qualification in horticulture in order to endure the flowery prose. There is - get this - a chapter of the book devoted to a protoplasmic, sentient mass of meat and tissue called Chicken Little that is regularly cut up into steaks to feed the downtrodden population of a neo-Victorian workhouse. This is all I want from a book.

Film of the month: Persona by Ingmar Bergman. Rumour has it the great director was unstable, but you’d never guess it from this descent into the depths of insanity, abortion, motherhood, homosexuality, sex and method acting. There are several shots in this film that cannot be topped, such as the moment when Liv Ullmann and Bibi Andersson lean toward the camera in profile, with Bibi’s face being overlaid by Liv’s in a kind of vampiric sexual synthesis that is more effortlessly, organically aesthetic than anything I’ve seen before.

Album of the month: For this already-too-cold month I will say Circuits by Moiré. Eight slices of tech house, nonsensically titled, metallic and tundra-like and futuristic. It’s what I’d expect to be listening to if I was ever transported to another planet with giant cities made of glass, where humans are made to fight android replicas for sport.

Music with which to stave off nuclear thoughts:

1 Joy Division - Autosuggestion

2 David Bowie - Subterraneans

3 Ryuichi Sakamoto - The End of Asia

4 Iron Curtain - Tarantula Scream

5 The Future Sound of London - Cascade

6 Aphex Twin - Milk Man

Chart / August

Did I realise that I didn’t write a chart post for July? Nope. Is that because I’m frantically working through the sequel to Reality Testing? Yes, indeed it is. Good guess.

It’s a funny time, revising a novel. Everything else goes out the window. The short story/essay mill grinds to a halt. The promotion for other books dries up. The vague idea of writing something for the website that isn’t a chart evaporates. The writing day becomes a battle of desire vs exhaustion, i.e. getting a passable draft down before becoming so sick of the novel’s world and the characters who populate it that I go off the boil well before the end, leading me to write such timeless sentences as “He looked through his eyes at the man who was looking at him” or “She had been trained to do it and it alone, like a train that is on rails and can’t go anywhere else because it is a train”. That kind of gold. One third still to go, and then I’ll start crafting something beautifully elegiac to submit to The Paris Review come wintertime.

News: Oh, I’m also working on a sci fi TV project. But it’s confidential so that’s all I can say. Sounds grand, doesn’t it? It most certainly is.

Film of the month: Forbidden Planet. We had a comic store called Forbidden Planet in Plymouth. Of the five or so years I spent there total, going into FP was the coolest thing to do with my time on a Saturday. Robocop dolls, Judge Dredd collections, mogwai-sized mogwai, the smell of weed and dust in the air. The eponymous film naturally has none of that, though there would likely be no Murphy without Robby the Robot. And who needs weed when you have Leslie Nielson playing a straight man? I came away from this 1956 extraplanetary extravaganza with one question on my mind: Who would win in a fight between the girder-carrying, bench-pressing Robby and the psychopathic, glamtastic Box from Logan’s Run? Both could take ED-209 in an instant, I reckon.

Book of the month: I have been reading the same book for the past six weeks and that book is American Gods by everyone’s favourite Gaiman. I like it and also I do not like it. The story is serpentine, but doesn’t seem to make much sense, and the writing veers from smart to clunky as hell within the space of a paragraph. By accident, I bought Gaiman’s “preferred” version, which contains 12,000 extra words his editor wisely cut out. That puts the word count at around 200,000, which seems excessive for “the adventures of a guy named Shadow and all the driving he did that time through snowy Americana”. I would really like to get it finished, because I have a bunch of other books waiting, but - like Shadow’s coin tricks - it never seems to end.

Album of the month: In a nice coincidence, it is a dead heat between punky upstarts The Chats with their sophomore effort GET FUCKED and post-hardcore heroes Chat Pile, who conjure up a series of nihilistic mechanical soundscapes in GOD’S COUNTRY. A very chatty month.

Music to mark a catastrophic rise in sea levels:

  1. Stimming, Robag Wruhme - Alpe Luisa

  2. Orbital - Smiley

  3. Jockstrap - 50/50

  4. Hudson Mohawke - Tincture

  5. Huerco S. - Plonk VI

  6. t l k - Most Alive

  7. boci - Time Weaver