Like the rest of the world, I am an avid consumer of internet ailurophilia, so I find it quite exciting to see SF’s cover model being ogled by this particular feline. It is well known that cats, being sensitive to tenebrous mystical forces, are astute cultural arbiters. So I’ll consider this a propitious sign.
“All, all is theft, all is unceasing and rigorous competition in nature; the desire to make off with the substance of others is the foremost – the most legitimate – passion nature has bred into us and, without doubt, the most agreeable one.”
“Make off with the substance of others” feels like a particularly lovely turn of phrase.
In response to your rather insistent queries, I’ve compiled a brief genesis story for the book for your delectation:
Strange Flesh Started — 06/16/2007
“Fine Yuri. Just do it. I don’t care anymore.”
I can barely remember the words in Russian. It’s perhaps the wrong thing to say to an irate former Spetsnaz officer trying to insert the business end of an AK-47 into my nasal cavity.
Astute readers will note that no paragraph remotely like this one appears in the final version.
Above is the only picture I have of my desk around that time…
Sent first draft deemed fit for human consumption to Dustin Thomason. He is co-author of the marvelous Rule of Four, and his latest opus 12/21 is on its way. It is delightful.
Dustin was kind enough to fix the book for me. Sample comment: “Do we really need a game within a game within a game within a game.” I’d like to say he was exaggerating.
That first effort was an excellent example of why software developers should be barred by law from writing novels. Suffice it to say that the “elegant recursive structure” I’d been so keen on, did not quite achieve the literary effect I’d imagined.
Second Draft — 11/06/2009
Highly diplomatic reaction: “This book… is not without its challenges.”
But apparently the Imp is strong in Jenn, and she agreed to train it for battle.
Third Draft — 08/08/2010
After several months of manuscript mortifying, we had a version possibly palatable to editors.
Gorno. That was the word he was reaching for. That was what they called this kind of thing: Gore Pornography.
After submitting it, of course I immediately decamped to the North Pole [Svalbard Norway] thinking 1) it would be nice to get as far away from the book as possible 2) it will take busy editors at least 3 weeks to read.
I returned from molesting polar bears to find an email inbox filled with increasingly strident notes from Jenn indicating that there were some editors wondering why she couldn’t produce me for a conversation about the book. She subtly implied that one generally waits until after one’s debut before pulling idiotic stunts like this.
This is a picture of me on vacation.
Sold! — 08/16/2010
Today Strange Flesh officially sold to thematic thaumaturge and semantic sorceress Sarah Knight at Simon & Schuster.
This precipitated a roughly year long period where I alternated bouts of intense editing with an ongoing attempt to enact an appropriately-scaled version of the prologue to Bret Easton Ellis’s Lunar Park.
Finally, I can accede to your clamoring for a more streamlined medium of correspondence. Henceforth all treatises, testimony, and trivia should be channeled through this site. Please discontinue use of all our previous dead drops, delivery depots, and dovecotes.
I trust you’ll enjoy the repast, and may your appetite be passing strong.
The Strange One