Well, they must be protecting little 6-year-old Bobbie Joe or somebody from the awful awful, um, dots… See “NIPPLEGATE”
Seriously… This is BAD!
This is FINE.
Of course, you see the difference. Right?
My 1993 Nebula-Award-nominated novel, The Pure Cold Light, has returned in .mobi and .epub formats at Book View Cafe at $4.99 for your Nook, Kindle, or iPad. (It’ll appear later at Amazon and B&N, but why not support an independent online genre-wide bookstore?) I was somewhat taken aback in prepping it for ebook format how weirdly prescient was some of what I thought to be pure dark satire. This adultscience fiction thriller set mostly in a near-future or alternate Hieronymus-Boschian Philadelphia garnered a fair bit of praise its first time around:
“The Pure Cold Light delivers all that a thriller junkie could ask for (and) sounds like horror or magical realism but Frost’s prose is closer to Neal Stephenson’s Snow Crash—hip, tough, and funny.”
-SFRA Review #214
“…read this one for it bizarre details, complex background, its extremity, and its humane sympathy for people caught up in a world where public betrayal is a daily fact and the best most can hope for is survival.”
-John Kessel, F&SF “Short Takes”
“[Frost] takes us over familiar territory, but does it expertly, and the destination…is unexpected.”
-Aboriginal Science Fiction
“Author Gregory Frost imagines a nightmarish future where the world is run by a drug-pushing, media-managing, government-corrupting multinational corporation…far out even by science-fiction standards.”
I often try to explain to writing workshop classes the concept of the brouillon: That’s the French equivalent of the English “first draft,” except that the French term is related to the verb for “to disorder, to scramble.” I am a brouillon writer, no question. But, you know, sometimes just seeing somebody’s naked process is worth a thousand abstractions. So here, posted for the enrichment of all, are excerpts from Kristin Cashore’s Bitterblue. Here is a process forged from the chaos of writing, longhand, in notebooks…and still arriving at a remarkable finished product.