SFX Mag Mugshot Extravaganza!
Posted on June 27th 2010 | 1 Comment so farSo, if you wander down to your local news/mag emporium and pick up a copy of the latest SFX (June edish), you can turn to page 45 and see real, untouched pictures of your hmble scribe from the SFX bash at Waterstones Piccadilly branch. Sitting right there between Philip Palmer and Mike Carey, with the inimitable China M holding forth (and later next to Dan Abnett and Adam Roberts with China M once more addressing the comrades). Twas a great night (lurgy notwithstanding), and I hope there’ll more to come.
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The SFX Summer o' Reading Launch @ Waterstones, Piccadilly
Posted on May 13th 2010 | Leave a commentAw yes, and a good time was had by all. For me it began with a quick stop-off at Forbidden Planet for to sign their stock of The Orphaned Worlds (as well as a coupla copies of Shadowgod and Shadowmasque! - get em while ya still can). From there we (being myself, Orbit publicist Rose Tremlett, and me old mucker, Dave Wingrove) shimmied and sidestepped along to Piccadilly and Waterstones’ mighty Citadel Of Books (well, it is immense, have to say) in time for the multi-celebtastic signing in the foyer. After that we headed up to the vip lounge for the SFX Summer of Reading launch, attended by luminaries, as well as lucky winners of the compo to get in.
David Bradley, editor of SFX, hosted a panel on science fiction and the comparison between print and visual media. The panel consisted of Dan Abnett, myself, Adam Roberts and China Mieville, and while we didnt really resolve the main question we had a whole heap of fun doing an intellectual dash around its various aspects (including the whole gateway book-drug thang, maaan). I had a great time, and the audience seemed to enjoy it too. For Dave Bradley’s report and spiffy photoset, click the link:-
http://tinyurl.com/SFXreadingBLog
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Odyssey Eastercon – After The Hurly-Burly part 2
Posted on April 8th 2010 | 7 Comments so farOf course, the memories are already starting to blur a bit round the edges but some standout moments remain, ike the steampunk weaponry in the Art Exhibition. Gotta love that blunderbuss and the ray gun, gorgeous assemblages redolent of Victorian-Edwardian technologies (creations of the talented Herr Doktor). I didn’t attend the Steampunk Ball but did see some of the costumes, like the chap with the multi-barrelled handweapon, and the rather snazzy ocular device complete with leather headstraps.
Another highlight was Nick Lowe winning the BSFA non-fiction award for his Interzone movie reviews – he was clearly stunned at winning, but it was well-deserved and long overdue. Surely now some publisher will offer the guy a contract to publish a collection of his reviews. I’d buy one in a heartbeat.
I couldn’t help noticing that the short story award went to Ian Watson and Roberto Quaglia for ‘The Beloved Time Of Their Lives’, an exquisite, poignant, witty time/love/time travel story. The novel award went to China Mieville for ‘The City And The City’, while the artwork award went to Stephane Martiniere for his illustration for Ian McDonald’s ‘Desolation Road’.
It is a common misperception that published writers are a privileged lot who swan around supping from all the delights that civilisation has to offer: that may be true for the superstars, the Rowlings etc, but the great majority of professional writers must grapple with finances that often don’t go quite far enough. So when one’s publisher lets it be known that a slap-up meal is on the agenda you don’t hang about. Thus, by the mighty agency of Orbit supremo, Darren Nash, a number of us did repair to the Achari restaurant on Sipson Road for a feast of surpassing excellence. Really, I cannot praise the Achari highly enough – very pleasant surroundings, and an extensive menu from which we sampled examples fit to make a prince boggle in surprise. The openers and starters were fantastic, and generous in portion size so be aware of that when ordering the main course. Highly recommended.
All in all, Odyssey was a well-run, multistream, multi-genre, multifarious convention with a great many fascinating panels and discussions and events (and I really must get to more of them next time). The dealers’ room was well-stocked with a variety of books, mags, jewellery and all manner of crafted artefacts, as well as clothing, dvds, cds, etc etc. Yet as I’ve said before, I really dont like the Radisson hotel – by the Sunday I had grown to hate with a passion those marble stairs leading up from the lobby to the atrium and the mezzanine, not to mention the fact that there were no loos on the ground floor within easy reach of the Polo lounge. This is not to imply that somehow, in the throes of my aforementioned imbibification trials that I got lost in the corridors. No, not at all. Although you are free to infer what you will
And so to next year, when we will be at the Hilton Metropole near the NEC, in Birmingham, a city I have only ever passed through. So that should be a new experience, then!
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