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2009 Hugos/WorldCon

Monday, August 10th, 2009

I missed the last two days of the 2009 WorldCon due to a friend’s wedding on the west coast, so I had a slightly truncated Montreal experience. At any rate, Gaiman deserves full credit for his second Hugo (though personally I would have rather seen the prize go to Stephenson for ANATHEM). Oh, and apparently I missed the Campbell nomination by one vote!—21 votes to Felix Gilman’s 22. Hey, there’s still next year. . . .

Other highlights:

—Meeting up with Peter Watts again, who I hadn’t seen in over two years. Peter is in many ways the reason I’m published, since he read MIRRORED HEAVENS way back in the day and told me what was wrong with it.  Something about it needing an ending, as I recall.

—Watching Charles Stross and Paul Krugman converse on the problems inherent in predicting the future.  Without those crystal balls, it’s tough.

—Seeing Montreal.  Amazing city.  But how come everyone speaks French?

—Having lunch with Patrick St. Denis of Pat’s Fantasy Hotlist.  Per the above, it was cool to be going around Montreal with a native, and Pat’s sense of humor is my type of dry.

—Reading alongside cyberpunk legend Pat Cadigan.  Not only is her writing awesome, she’s got one hell of a personality.  Lives in London too!

—Seeing Joshua Palmatier again.  Joshua is probably the only professor of mathematics who also writes fantasy; I suppose that beats a history major who writes science fiction . . .

—Catching up with my inimitable agent Jenny Rappaport.  We talked about lots of things, including what I’m going to be working on next.  Watch this space.

WorldCon 2009

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009

I’ll be at WorldCon the next couple of days, but will have to leave early for a friend’s wedding on the west coast—I fly out Saturday morning from Montreal, so will miss all the award hoopla. And my WC schedule is simplicity itself:

Friday, August 7th, reading w/Pat Cadigan (!), 5 p.m.

The bad news is I’m not on any panels.  The good news is I’m not on any panels, and can focus on catching up with various cronies. See you in Montreal!

National Research Council appearance w/ Vernor Vinge, Monday Aug 3rd

Sunday, August 2nd, 2009

Along with Vernor Vinge (!), I’ll be presenting on Forecasting Future Disruptive Technologies in downtown D.C. at 1 p.m. at the National Research Council/Air Force Studies Board (The whole day looks to be very interesting; I gather Vernor and I each have 15 minutes, and then there’ll be a half hour of discussion.  As to the address:

Keck Center, National Academies
500 5th Street, NW
Washington D.C. 20001

Did I mention that BURNING SKIES is available on Amazon and all sorts of other cool places?

ComicCon highlights!

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

. . . are over at Suvudu.

Comic Con schedule

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

I’m venturing down from the OC wastelands into San Diego today, where chaos has already gripped the city as ComicCon 09 opens. Giant apes storming through the streets, world-changing trade announcements, alien funny cars. . .fortunately the geniuses at io9 have provided a handy-dandy chart to help one navigate all the madness.

As to my schedule:

FRIDAY, 2:30-3:30 Building Tomorrow’s Technology— How does a present where the availability of natural resources is already an issue affect the technology one imagines for the future? Moderator Steve Saffel (editor and publishing consultant) maps a path with panelists Greg Bear(City at the End of Time), David Williams (Burning Skies), Dani & Eytan Kollin (The Unincorporated Man), and Kirsten Imani Kasai (Ice Song). Room 3.

FRIDAY, 3:30-4:30 p.m: Autograph sessions with panelists.  (AA1)

SATURDAY 12 noon: I sign copies of BURNING SKIES at Bantam’s booth in the exhibit hall.

SATURDAY 3 p.m.: I  am eaten by a leopard.

But before that happens, make sure you buy BURNING SKIES!

Spartacus RIP: August 1, 2008-July 17, 2009

Saturday, July 18th, 2009

Spartacus passed away yesterday evening, two weeks shy of his first birthday.img_0020 He was diagnosed with FIP last week; as soon as I got the news, I cut short my west coast trip and flew back to be with him across his final days, which I like to think I made a little easier. By the end, declining rapidly into kidney and liver failure, and no longer eating or drinking, there were no other options left than to send him on his way.  For any of you pet-owners out there who end up faced with the situation you’ve most dreaded, consider having the vet make a house call.  Spartacus died on my bed and in my arms; he had a very scary hospital visit last weekend, and I wanted him to spend his last hours at home, surrounded by familiar things.  He was a very special cat who enjoyed eating fish and chasing mice and watching pigeons; for once words fail me, as I will miss him far more than I can say.

Back from northwest…

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

Wheels down and back in D.C.  Highlights of trip included:

—Dinner with writers David Levine and Kamila Miller prior to the reading at Powell’s. DL, thanks again for organizing it!

—Catching up in Portland with my old friend Paula Bednarek, who I went to high school with and who local D.C. writer Tom Doyle was at Stanford with.  Small world.

—Having lunch with UWashington professor Thomas Foster, author of SOULS OF CYBERFOLK.  A tremendous book, and one that I’ll be posting about separately shortly.

—Meeting some of this year’s Clarion West class.  Can’t believe it’s been two years since I walked down that road.

—Dinner with Neile Graham, Clarion administrator and first-rate writer/poet.

—Flying VirginAmerica. Those guys put all the other airlines to shame, not least because they have this really radical idea about being nice to their customers.

—Watching the UFC100 at a friend’s bachelor party Saturday night . . . and listening to what’s probably the most memorable victory speech I’ve ever heard.

Meanwhile, BURNING SKIES continues to be yours for the buying!

RIP Charles Brown

Monday, July 13th, 2009

A leading luminary of the field, he will be much missed. Gail Carriger’s piece on him is worth reading: a “barefoot, autocratic, jovial hobbit.” RIP CB.

An Open Letter to Jerry Pournelle

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

Jerry Pournelle responded to my my most recent blog post with a detailed series of comments worth reading in their entirety. Given that we were already deep in the thread, I’m rebooting the whole discussion for a brand-new week.

Jerry-  thanks for the comments.  I’m sorry (though not surprised) to hear you reiterate your judgment re the rigor of the science in my books, all the more so as this is based on a ten minute exchange we had in which you repeatedly interrupted me and rarely allowed me to finish an answer.  Same goes for your view on my knowledge of history.  But in the hopes that print will lend itself better to clarity than talk, here’s my take on the various issues we’ve been discussing.

Re SDI: we agree on much here.  But I think the daylight between us centers on the distinction between the system’s architects saw the projected capabilities/intentions of what they were building VS. what was being sold to the American public.  The American people weren’t told that SDI would still leave most of their cities a smoking wreck, otherwise there’s no way they would have supported it.  They were simply led to believe that ultimately an effective “missile shield” was possible.  This isn’t the first time that insiders have been aware of the nuances of something while the broader public was encouraged to subscribe to a more black and white view.  All the more so as it was important to amplify/oversell SDI’s capabilities to the Soviet Union as well, so as to keep the Red Bear scared and get him to the negotiating table at speed.  All of which seems like practical politics/diplomacy to me.  Note at no point in our conversation have I disagreed with you about the ultimate intention of those who initiated SDI, and yet here I am being told I’m misinformed and don’t know what I’m talking about.  I fear you may be misinterpreting–or may have misheard–my position.

On those solar powered satellites: I understand that belief in a comprehensive, cheap SPS solution is an integral part of your world-view, and I hope you’re right that it’s a workable one.  It’s just that in my fiction. . . you aren’t.  For what it’s worth, this skeptical stance re the environmental side-effects of SPS is by no means an integral foundation-item for the Autumn Rain universe, and this is one area where being cut off Thursday night probably got in the way of clarity.  The Autumn Rain world is one that’s trying to turn the corner, and the question it faces is whether bootstrapping the off-Earth economy can occur before environmental decline becomes irreversible.  Even if SPS works, we will still, I think, face this task.

Re global warming:  yes, I subscribe to the current mainstream position that global warming is a serious problem, and that human industrial factors are contributing to it.   As you say, that position *may* be incorrect.

Re the state of hard science fiction:  My understanding is that hard science fiction involves a rigorous attempt to ground the narrative in science and scientific speculation.  But if we’re going to narrow that definition to science approved by particular authors/scientists, then yes, I would agree, hard science fiction is in rapid decline, and that’s probably a good thing too.  Personally, I think the genre is in much better shape than you might think vis-a-vis the issue of scientific rigor, all the more so with regards to the social sciences, where the level of realism used to veer toward the laughable.  Indeed, I think science-fiction has historically subscribed to way too many illusions regarding how politics really works, but I guess that’s an issue for another time.  Maybe over a beer some day.

I already gave Jerry a copy of BURNING SKIES, but the rest of you are going to have to buy your own.

Incident at LASFS (or, I get in a steel cage with Jerry Pournelle)

Friday, June 19th, 2009

No, I’m not making any of this up.

My talk yesterday at the LA Science Fiction Fantasy Society regarding BURNING SKIES triggered the ire of Jerry Pournelle, who became nearly apopoletic with rage that I was unable to articulate exactly how many degrees warmer the Earth of AUTUMN RAIN is than now. Things sped downhill from there.  I’ve got a couple notes in the timeline of how much said temperature has gone up by specific years, but Jerry wanted the exact figures . . . and I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t have spreadsheets on the ocean salinity factor, and had neglected to draw up the precise ratio of atmospheric composition to describe the peasoup of the early 22nd century. This led to the question of whether I was a Real Science Fiction Writer, or just one of those imposters you keep hearing about. We had a particularly vigorous dispute on my doubts about whether solar power satellites would be the panacea that he thinks they’d be.

All of which was good fun.  But Jerry was a big teddy bear compared to his partner in all of this, Karen Anderson, who happens to be Poul Anderson’s widow (and Greg Bear’s mother-in-law—ye gods Greg, talk about karmic burden).  She was about as angry as anyone I’ve ever seen, interrupting me repeatedly, and ultimately stalking out of the room halfway through snarling that the world of Autumn Rain was obviously “magic not science.” It just wasn’t the same without her, but Jerry and I managed to cope nonetheless, getting into a no-holds barred debate on whether Reagan’s SDI could have been used as a first strike weapon.  Jerry seemed less incensed by that point, but maybe it’s because I was getting used to how loud he yells.

Anyway, everyone else at the club seemed pretty chill, and watched the conversation unfold with interest. And I gave Jerry a signed copy of BURNING SKIES afterward (“to a living legend”), so it was all good.  They really do have a clubhouse there, btw, right in the middle of North Hollywood—one reason they’re the oldest running science fiction society on the planet.  This was meeting #3749, and I can only imagine what’s gone down at the other 3748. The stories those walls could tell….

Anyway, I need to go find some coffee.

And you need to go buy BURNING SKIES.