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Wednesday, June 30, 2010



Cat vacuuming? I don't even have a cat!


Last Thursday Mrs Early took a well-deserved long weekend away. I'm well within deadline on my next book, but well behind my unofficial target for it, so a few days on my own might seem to be a good time to go at the writing full tilt. The only other things I definitely had to do was fill in my author comp tickets form for the Edinburgh International Book Festival, and pick up two pet gerbils to look after while young Master Early & his beloved swanned off to a Greek island for their well-deserved break. I duly picked up the Early vermin on Sunday, in good time to pop a can of Pepsi Max and chomp Doritos while watching England v Germany in the World Cup. No gloating from me - one of our neighbours had a German flag up, but I wouldn't do such a thing. Enough of my family and friends are England supporters for me to feel a twinge of sympathy for the fans if not for the team, as well as a twinge of that feeling the Germans have a word for. Through the open window I could hear singing. Is 'Deutschland Uber Alles' still the German national anthem?

How-evah ... whenever Mrs Early is away I feel a strange, guilty urge to do something that will impress her when she gets back, and these days ironing her work uniform isn't enough. Besides, I was still smarting from having exposed to the world the state of my workroom, on my very own shiny new webcam at that. Before she left I'd mumbled something about tidying the workroom.

But, you know, first things first. Back to Friday morning. There was writing to be done. One kitchen floor wash and one cooker-hob cleaning later, interspersed with occasional updates on the state of the world as mediated by the blogosphere, I was fit for nothing but finishing reading Iain Banks's The Steep Approach to Garbadale, a worthwhile project in itself. Smelling faintly of whisky and household cleaning products, I went to bed at the crack of dawn on Saturday.

I woke up ready to tackle the workroom. I began, logically enough, with the teetering stacks of books. Turning these into stable stacks with the spines facing outward led to the rediscovery of books I'd forgotten I had. Some of these I'd picked up in charity shops on the off-chance. I had to pause to consider whether each one should be added to the stack just outside the workroom to go to the charity shop. Sometimes I had take a quick look inside, just to check. Did you know that Journey to the Centre of the Earth is really quite good? For one thing, it's got one heck of an opening hook.

Then there were the books I'd read, and appreciated. But. If we take in our hand any volume; of divinity, or school metaphysics, for instance The Penguin Guide to Modern Theology, Vol 3: Biblical Criticism, let us ask, would I ever want to read it again? No. Commit it then to the charity shop.

(You see how I did that? I couldn't lay my hand on A Treatise of Human Nature so it's just as well I never chucked out my copy of Language, Truth and Logic, which quotes that passage. Otherwise I'd have been looking for the Hume book all day. Oh, there it is, on the inner stack on a bookshelf.)

So much for the books. Now the magazines. There's the stack of copies of New Sceintist from 2008-2009. That stack was the result of a previous tidying. No problem. Move the stack into the hallway and ring up the school librarian on Monday, to see if she wants them. (She didn't. Anyone?)

And that leaves the heap of paper and jiffy bags and plastic bags and cardboard boxes (empty) in the middle of the room. It swirled before my eyes like a pool full of sheets of paper and plastic bags does when it swirls. I started by pulling out all the empty boxes, and the grubby jiffy bags, and the cardboard, and putting them all in the biggest box. And then there's the packing material and the plastic bags. An entire bin-bag's worth of balled-up newspaper that someone used as packing material. Time for a coffee, and time I checked my email.

The heap took days. Hot, humid days. The trouble with the heap is how it accretes. The process starts with the workroom tidy, and new magazines and mail and kipple severely excluded from it, instead piling up on the end of a dining-table bench, on the coffee-table, under the ... anyway. The workroom is tidy. Then someone comes to visit, or we have a party. All of this gets swept up in armfulls and carried upstairs and stacked in the workroom. And once there's one stack, it gets added to. Then there's another stack. Then they fall over. Then I do my tax return. Then there's a heap.

So sorting through the heap involves lots of new and exciting discoveries. And decisions. What on earth is that Sunday supplement from 2005 doing there? Was there something interesting in it? I scan it carefully to check. Nope. But by now it's practically a historical document. A museum piece. Can you believe people dressed like that back then? A shame to ... nah. Into the recycling bag with it. Oh, so that's where that form went! They still owe me for that talk ... Eventually I have a stack of magazines I want to keep, and everything else. This eventually becomes a stack of proof pages, typescripts, conference and con programmes and notes (several new paperbacks from the goody bags go into the charity shop pile) and everything else. I go looking for a box to put the everything else in, and find all the boxes are full of all the packaging stuff. I take that to the garage, because you never know.

Then I see the box of author copies of The Restoration Game, all of which are spoken for. Good grief! I'd better get in touch with all the people mentioned in acknowledgements, and ask for their snail-mail addresses so I can send them their copies.

So now I have an empty box (and a neat stack of copies waiting to be sent, but I'll get round to that in a day or two). I put the unsorted kipple in the empty box, and that's it done. I check the stack of books for the charity shop, remove a few items including The Penguin Guide to Modern Theology, Vol 3: Biblical Criticism from it and put them back on the new neat stacks, and take the remaining dozen or so books to the charity shop. I managed not to buy any more books while I was there, though it was a close thing.

Then I whizzed around with the hoover, admired the wide open spaces of the workroom, and ironed a work uniform for Mrs Early, due back that evening. I picked her up at the airport late last night, after I'd been in and out of town for the City of Lit salon evening in the Wash Bar, where Nick Barley, the director of the Book Festival, announced their new Unbound programme of free evening events. I remembered that I still had to fill in my author comp tickets form. I took the Unbound programme and the Filmhouse programme home with me and laid them carefully on the end of a bench in the dining-room.

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Friday, June 25, 2010



Reading in The Illicit Still



Yesterday's West Port Book Festival went well. I did a reading from The Restoration Game, followed by a brief Q&A and a signing session. About 15 people turned up, not bad for a sunny Thursday afternoon, the questions were well chosen and a good half dozen books were sold and signed. (Advance copies are still available at Edinburgh Books until Wednesday.)

Pictures can be found here and here (from which the above pic by chrisdonia is taken under Creative Commons Licence).

This is only the second time I've done a reading from this book. The first time, at its sort-of-pre-launch, I stayed on the safe side by reading from a section that's the diary of a male character whose accent is more or less mine. This time I dived straight in and read from the first chapter, a first-person narration by the heroine, Lucy, whose only dialogues in the chapter are with other female characters. The audience seemed to take this in their stride despite my age, accent and sex being completely different from Lucy's, not to mention her mother's and grandmother's. I think it's called imagination.

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010



'... we might as well just call them all literature'

Scotland on Sunday books editor Stuart Kelly reviews Adam Roberts' New Model Army, China Miéville's Kraken, and my The Restoration Game.

He points to 'one of the great ironies of contemporary literature: the books that ask the deepest and most profound questions tend to be situated in the most marginalised of genres.'

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Saturday, June 12, 2010



On Bloggingheads.tv with Annalee Newitz

On Thursday I did my very first webcam interview, for Bloggingheads.tv - I had to buy a webcam to do it. Now the world can see how tidy my workroom isn't. io9's Annalee Newitz and I talk about my books and about politics, Craig Ventner's synthetic organism, Scotland, The Night Sessions and The Restoration Game, near-future and far-future SF, and galactic princesses.

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Tuesday, June 08, 2010



Dates for your diary [updated]

Tomorrow evening (Wednesday 9 June 2010) at 7 p.m. I'm kicking off a discussion for Edinburgh Interdisciplinary Discussions on Science & Literature: is science fiction the missing link? at Sofi's Bar, 65 Henderson Street in Leith.

Details:
Science fiction is a literary genre that identifies itself with popularising science and imagining the social consequences of scientific and technological change. It might seem an obvious focus for overcoming the mutual misunderstandings of the ‘two cultures’ of the arts and the sciences. However, it’s often seen as an embarrassment to both: using illiterate writing to spread inaccurate science.

Is there any truth in this charge, or is it a symptom of ignorance and disdain for science in the arts establishment? Can science fiction writers and readers contribute to overcoming these divides?

We ask Ken MacLeod.

Ken MacLeod is an award-winning SF novelist and current writer-in-residence at the Genomics Forum. He will tell us about his experiences of addressing science and politics - in his own writing and in the work of the Forum - and will guide the discussion.

Join us for dissidence and revelry.
At 4 p.m. on Thursday 24 June 2010 I'm doing a spot at that fine pub The Illicit Still as part of the West Port Book Festival. They say:
The Night Sessions is Ken MacLeod’s latest novel, set in an Edinburgh under threat; ‘A bishop is dead. As Detective Inspector Adam Ferguson picks through the rubble of the tiny church, he discovers that it was deliberately bombed. That it’s a terrorist act is soon beyond doubt…’ Ken will be reading from his work, as well as telling us about the science and philosophy in his mind-expanding fiction. We are also chuffed to be pairing up with the Illicit Still: a pint, a sandwich and science fiction make for a heady afternoon in the West Port.
[Update 10 June] The West Port Book Festival is pleased to announce that they have an exclusive 20 advance copies of The Restoration Game for sale at this event, and that I'll be reading from that book. Be the first to get a signed copy! [end update]

On Sunday 22 August I'll be on a panel with Adam Roberts at the Edinburgh International Book Festival (details TBA).

And finally ... alongside the official book festival, Edinburgh's radical bookshop Word Power runs the lively (and free!) Edinburgh Book Fringe, and on Wednesday 25 August at 5.30 p.m. I'm chairing an event with author Francis Spufford and computer scientist Paul Cockshott on Francis's latest book, Red Plenty, which I've already enthused about a couple of posts below. Details:
For almost two centuries, many socialists have claimed that a planned economy can do better than the market. Economists such as Mises and Hayek argued that this was impossible. The fall of the Soviet Union seemed to settle the question.

But what if it didn't? In the 1960s, a team of reformers led by the mathematical genius Kantorovich fought for a new system of planning that would use computers to optimise output. They won favour with Soviet leaders in the wake of Khrushchev's bold claim that the USSR would achieve abundance beyond the dreams of capitalism by 1980. Red Plenty is the fascinating story of this project, and how and why it was abandoned after Khrushchev's fall.

Could Kantorovich's plan have realised Khrushchev's dream of a red plenty? Or was it always a doomed and flawed vision? Francis Spufford (author of the widely-acclaimed Backroom Boys) discusses this intriguing history and its implications for the future with computer scientist Paul Cockshott, one of the best-known advocates of a new - democratic and cybernetic - socialism for the 21st Century.
In my pitch to Word Power for this last event, I claimed that it would be of interest to SF fans, socialists, economists, computer scientists, social scientists, and students. Everyone I know in Edinburgh in any of these categories is going to hear from me over the summer ...

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Wednesday, June 02, 2010



Diana Comet Presents...75 Years of Fabulous Writers



Sandra McDonald has put together this brilliant periodic table of women in science fiction and fantasy. She writes about them here.

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