Actually, before we shall, I have some good non-novel news. I've sold my story "Four Kinds of Cargo" to Strange Horizons! Look for it late this year. It's not a Constellation story, but I think fans of the book will like it.
Here's last week's extensive Twitter feeds. I retconned one of Tetsuo's posts because he mentioned his cocktail experiments, which don't happen until this week. And now, a bulleted list:
I didn't give the year in-story because of something I noticed with "Mallory". That story officially takes place in 2007, but because the year isn't in your face, it could be as late as 2010. The only jarring 2007 detail is the clunky pre-iPhone cells. Not naming a year gives a near-future story a few years of "this could be now" and a few years of "this could be the recent past". Things don't generally change that fast. My hope is that this phenomenon buys Constellation Games enough time to make it to the actual 2015 without becoming dated.
I wouldn't call it "awesome", but I also love how good Curic is at pushing Ariel's buttons here.
And I say Curic never lies to Ariel, but the third draft went through a phase where she did, and it's possible I never took that out. So I dunno!
Before I go, a little bonus deleted snippet from the Ariel/Curic conversation, which might be of interest:
"The mature thing to do is to send for help before you end up
like the Inostrantsi." "The Inostrantsi are still around," I pointed out. "The Inostrantsi reproduce by budding," said Curic. "They didn't have
much genetic diversity to lose. They're also immortal, so the
surviving individuals had good memories of pre-collapse society. Let's
not push our luck, Ariel." Okay! Good commentary, everybody. Tune in next week for Tetsuo's first college lecture, during the course of which he will say, "I'm sorry, I just assumed there was space travel."
Image credits: Azmeen Afandi, Brian Sterling, yours truly.
(2) Tue May 22 2012 09:02 Constellation Games Author Commentary #26, "Everyone With Cartoon Violence":
This week Ariel faces his greatest self-imposed challenge yet: getting along with his parents. Let's listen in, shall we?
As far as I know, Tetsuo's observation about the air freshener in this chapter is the only explicit acknowledgement that Constellation Games takes place in the future. You'll notice there's no year on the dates in the blog posts. Even within the commentary I was going to play coy about the exact year, but I'll just tell you that it's 2015. That's the only year that's consistent with Ariel's age, the dates of holidays, the American election cycle, phases of the moon, and so on. I typed
cal 2015
more times than you'd believe while writing this book.
"I don't think it has much in common with the Internet" is, for me, Curic's Crowning Moment of Awesome. An odd choice? Perhaps, but consider the following. Curic's overlay just deployed a secure interplanetary communications network under the guise of shiny toys for humanity, and she's not even interested in the technology. She just needs an open communication channel to do her job. It's "the net interprets censorship as damage" taken to an extreme.
Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
- Comments:
Posted by Zack at Tue May 22 2012 13:43
I've noticed it's common for someone not to get along with their parents even though their parents are perfectly nice people.When I was, um, eight or so, I wanted to know why we never stayed for more than a week at my grandparents', because I loved my grandparents in that completely unconditional and uncritical way that eight-year-olds do, and I never got to see enough of them. My mother told me that if she spent more than a few days under their roof she started to revert from adult to teenage interaction with her mother, and she couldn't take it.(Adult-me also realizes that my grandparents probably didn't want houseguests for more than a week, just because houseguests are extra work.)
Posted by Zack at Wed May 23 2012 14:41
I also want to say that I really like the way the Gaijin name things.