Category: Fiction

Happy 2019!

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And to start off the New Year, I’m experimenting with Instagram. Here are a few Sedona images:

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Meanwhile, here are my current projects for 2019:

Quintessence of Rust (QOR): Post-apocalyptic and post-cyberpunk novel series set in a future world devastated by climate change. Begun in 2018, I expect to complete the first book by summer 2019. Here’s a sample:

The jungle is so overwhelmingly alive some days that the air is a vibrating green shroud. The vines strangle up through the canopy trees towards a wan shimmer. The heat becomes toxic where the gray skies break through and the violet and rust of the fungal mounds heap like domes. A low drone warns of bloodsucking swarms of gigantic flies, startling the naked rodents out along paths and down through root mazes into protective huddles in the cooling mud, while the women stoke smudge fires and call the painted children close. And then the sound passes, and the clucks and snorts begin again, at first with hesitancy against the silence of the moist envelop, then more, and then with greater intensity, until the music of the day is restored. The hunters return by lunch to await the afternoon rains that slide and drop in pachinko-ball rivulets through the thousand feet of piled and layered life.

Fifty feet up, where the tree splits its ancient trunk into three equal parts, atop the accumulated detritus of hundreds of years that became yet another pad of spongy jungle, the high apartments begin. Layer upon layer of wooden hovels, connected by ropes woven from vine fibers, wedged by pins and slotted bamboo, build like a rectilinear wasp nest, splitting off and then recoupling higher still, for two hundred feet more.

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Tomorrow’s Prologue (or, On the Quantum Consciousness of Cows)

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Tomorrow’s Prologue is my 2017 entry to the X Prize science fiction contest, Seat 14C. The set-up is simple: a plane disappears during arrival to SFO and then reappears 20 years later. From the perspective of seat 14C, tell a story…

Tendrils of clouds reached up into the cold dark of the Aleutian night. My noise-canceling headphones turned the ubiquitous roar of the aircraft into a chronic background hiss, a tinnitus intruding on the still life of snowy islands nestled below us. I turned on my LED lamp and pulled the device from my carry-on bag, setting it on my side table. It was inadvertently beautiful; every edge and cone of the small machine, from the milled aluminum topped by circlets of palladium to the glowing organic band near its base, were designed for a specific purpose by my laboratory in Tokyo. If any consideration of aesthetics found their way into the design, it was Kinji-san ad-libbing on the functionality. It had a dual back there, too, one that shared a portion of entangled photons that had been separated from one another at birth. I connected a USB-C cable to my laptop and ran a brief diagnostic. It began to radiate cold. All systems were within operating specs, so I tried Shor’s algorithm, transferring the model for a thousand-digit factorization to the machine. A flight attendant noiselessly brushed past me, prepping for breakfast service. The initial run seemed to work so I pulled up the quantum consciousness simulator that I had been developing and gave it a go. I knew it was incomplete, but I had to debug it eventually.

There was a strange popping sensation and flash, not like ears under altitude change, but like the whole plane had shuddered for a brief moment.… Read the rest

Recursive Diktats

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Here is an experiment in poetry that is completely self-contained, encoded as a URL using an Ex-Googler’s itty.bitty website that composes HTML or ASCII content into a URL fragment using Lempel-Ziv-Welch (LZW) compression. Building a chain of self-contained references is not for the faint of heart, but basically involves back-tracking from the end. Each compressed HTML fragment is then embedded in the previous stanza, and so forth.

And the topic is, as it must be, language itself.

Here’s the raw, self-contained URL as a link, too:

https://itty.bitty.site/#/?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

And here is the same as a QR Code:

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Quintessence of Rust

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¡Reconquista! is making the rounds looking for representation. This is a first for me. I’ve been strongly attracted to the idea of disintermediating publishing, music, film, transportation, business, and anything else that happens by; my Silicon Valley persona sees disruption as a virtue, for better or worse. But why not learn from the mainstream model for the trajectory of books and ideas?

Meanwhile, nothing sits still. I’m journeying through Steven Pinker’s latest data dump, Enlightenment Now. My bookshelf crawls with his books, including Learnability and Cognition, Language Learnability and Cognitive Development, The Stuff of Thought, Words and Rules, and The Language Instinct, while my Kindle app holds The Better Angels of Our Nature and the new tome. I also have a novel by his wife, Rebecca Newberger Goldstein, though I have never read any of her more scholarly materials on Spinoza.

Enlightenment Now (shouldn’t it have an exclamation point?) gives an upbeat shine to these days of social media anger and the jeremiads of fracturing America. Pinker is a polished writer who should be required reading, if only for his clarity and perseverance in structuring support for mature theses. There is some overlap with Better Angels, but it’s easy to skip past the repetition and still find new insights.

And I have a new science fiction/cyberpunk series under development, tentatively titled Quintessence of Rust. Robots, androids, transhumans, AIs, and a future world where reality, virtual existences, and constructed fictions all vie for political and social relevance. Early experimentation with alternative voices and story arc tuning have shown positive results. There is even some concept art executed with an iPad Pro + Pencil combined with Procreate (amused a firm would choose that name!).… Read the rest

¡Reconquista! at 50K

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¡Reconquista! has taken on that magical quality of momentum where it is almost writing itself. Or maybe it’s just that satire, bleak and horrifying, is the perfect mood for the times. These counts do not include early plot development and notes, which read out at another 4K or more, depending on how you factor it.

The analytics put me on an exit trajectory around mid-August.

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The Inevitability of Cultural Appropriation

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Picasso in Native HeaddressI’m on a TGV from Paris to Monaco. The sun was out this morning and the Jardin de Tuileries was filled with homages in tulips to various still lifes at the Louvre. Two days ago, at the Musée de quai Branly—Jacques Chirac, I saw the Picasso Primitif exposition that showcased the influence of indigenous arts on Picasso’s work through the years, often by presenting statues from Africa or Papua New Guinea side-by-side with examples of Picasso’s efforts through the years. If you never made the connection between his cubism and the statuary of Chad (like me), it is eye opening. He wasn’t particularly culturally sensitive—like everyone else until at least the 1960s—because the fascinating people and their cultural works were largely aesthetic objects to him. If he was aware of the significance of particular pieces (and he might have been), it was something he rarely acknowledged or discussed. The photos that tie Picasso to the African statues are the primary thread of the exhibition, with each one, taken at his California atelier or in Paris or whatnot, inscribed by the curators with a dainty red circle or oval to highlight a grainy African statue lurking in the background. Sometimes they provide a blow-up in case you can’t quite make it out. It is only with a full Native American headdress given to Picasso by the actor Gary Cooper that we see him actively mugging for a camera and providing weight to the show’s theme. Then, next, Brigitte Bardot is leaning over him at the California studio and her cleavage renders the distant red oval uninteresting.

I am writing daily about things I don’t fully understand but try to imbue with a sense of character, of interest, and even of humor.… Read the rest

Amazonian Griffins and the Fantastical New World

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Background research for ¡Reconquista! (or any book) takes unexpected dips and turns, from Google Street Views of Mexicali, Mexico to the origins of Alta California and the campaigns of Colonel Frémont. But the most unusual find in a week punctuated by trail running in Guadalupe Mountains National Park and a brief, one hour, twenty minute circuit of Carlsbad Caverns (I was first in and had the descent largely to myself!), was a 19th-century translation of the Queen of California from Las Sergas de Esplandián. This 1510 book by Garci Rodríguez de Montalvo related an amazing tale that, as the translator and commenter Edward Everett Hale notes, provided the origin of the name of California, for Cortez imagined what is now Baja California to be an island that was to the West of the Indies, following Columbus’ lead in mislabeling the New World.

Hale’s translation and commentary are even more remarkable in their intertextual reading of the postbellum mindset that pervades all the way to San Francisco. He carries a descriptive thread likening the battle prowess of the Queen of California’s man-killing griffins to Civil War naval craft:

These griffins are the Monitors of the story, or, if the reader pleases, the Merrimacs.

And in those comparisons, he shows a careful traversal of residual war sentiments, though he is more direct in calling out the implicit racism of Hiram Powers’ statue of California for being incorrect in depicting Queen Calafia (sic) as classically whitewashed when she was described very clearly as “large, and black as the ace of clubs.”

But what of the story of Calafia? She is queen of an island of Amazonian-like women who kill men and boy children alike by feeding them to a hoard of semi-controllable griffins.… Read the rest

Against Superheroes is live on Amazon!

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Grab a copy immediately if you must, but there will be a five day promotional give-away of the Kindle edition starting tomorrow. If you prefer print, the paperback edition should be available in a day or two.

This is the first edition and it is trimmed down from a rather portly initial cut, though it still runs to 300+ pages. The metanarrative that was removed will be available in the second edition. And then, I imagine, there will be the extended cut with additional excised spelling mistakes or something…… Read the rest