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Update on the eBook situation
Nov. 8th, 2011 03:39 pmI rather nervously introduced to everyone a pro e-book anthology in which I have a short story , and in reply there came a small chorus of, “That is very nice and well done, but we do not have Kindles, so, what.”
I don’t have a Kindle either so I feel you there. It is worth pointing out that you don’t have to have an actual Kindle to get Kindle books – you can download the app, for free, onto other platforms such as your computer. But it’s a bit arsey to ask you to do that just for this book.
But! There is now an ePub which should work on any eReader, or on your computer hard drive, available through the Pandemonium shop!
Some of you are mentioning holding out for the extremely limited edition print book, which of course is splendid, but I feel I should mention “extremely limited” here means something like a hundred copies though I do wonder if they might not produce more because rather a lot of people seem to want them. Which again, is very nice.
So, to reiterate, it’s a story about gay ladies, a spooky house and WWII and there’s an extract here.
And there’s this review which I don’t want you to read (well, not where it talks about my story, do read the bits about the others!) because it gives away more than I’m happy with, but is also rather amazing so if I may quote the non-spoilery part:
‘Not the End of the World’ by [Waid], is the final story in Pandemonium and the perfect story with which to close out such a volume. A subtle, heart warming, heartbreaking and devastatingly human end to a roller-swcoaster of an anthology.
Equal parts historical tale, tender romance, ghost story, war story and urban fantasy, [Waid] paints intimate portraits of six disparate characters with remarkable deftness, lightness of touch and brief, yet illuminating, intimacy. Through meticulous use of repetition, exactingly precise use of vague recollection of earlier passages and events and effortless shifts from a chatty, intimate viewpoint to a broad and poetic narrative prose, she...
[Spoilers]
... achieves as complete and satisfying an emotional transformation in one short story as many writers struggle to illustrate in an entire novel, which is remarkable.
Then:
There’s a famous photograph taken at Sun Studios in Memphis, which shows the young and not yet famous group of musicians, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and Carl Perkins, gathered around a piano having fun. This collection has that same feeling of fresh, new and limitless potential.
To which, firstly: Wow.
Secondly: FUCK YEAH I’M JOHNNY CASH.
(Well I hope so. At least, I think I do? Global superstardom notwithstanding, I don’t want to be Elvis in that scenario, that’s for sure.)
I don’t have a Kindle either so I feel you there. It is worth pointing out that you don’t have to have an actual Kindle to get Kindle books – you can download the app, for free, onto other platforms such as your computer. But it’s a bit arsey to ask you to do that just for this book.
But! There is now an ePub which should work on any eReader, or on your computer hard drive, available through the Pandemonium shop!
Some of you are mentioning holding out for the extremely limited edition print book, which of course is splendid, but I feel I should mention “extremely limited” here means something like a hundred copies though I do wonder if they might not produce more because rather a lot of people seem to want them. Which again, is very nice.
So, to reiterate, it’s a story about gay ladies, a spooky house and WWII and there’s an extract here.
And there’s this review which I don’t want you to read (well, not where it talks about my story, do read the bits about the others!) because it gives away more than I’m happy with, but is also rather amazing so if I may quote the non-spoilery part:
‘Not the End of the World’ by [Waid], is the final story in Pandemonium and the perfect story with which to close out such a volume. A subtle, heart warming, heartbreaking and devastatingly human end to a roller-swcoaster of an anthology.
Equal parts historical tale, tender romance, ghost story, war story and urban fantasy, [Waid] paints intimate portraits of six disparate characters with remarkable deftness, lightness of touch and brief, yet illuminating, intimacy. Through meticulous use of repetition, exactingly precise use of vague recollection of earlier passages and events and effortless shifts from a chatty, intimate viewpoint to a broad and poetic narrative prose, she...
[Spoilers]
... achieves as complete and satisfying an emotional transformation in one short story as many writers struggle to illustrate in an entire novel, which is remarkable.
Then:
There’s a famous photograph taken at Sun Studios in Memphis, which shows the young and not yet famous group of musicians, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis and Carl Perkins, gathered around a piano having fun. This collection has that same feeling of fresh, new and limitless potential.
To which, firstly: Wow.
Secondly: FUCK YEAH I’M JOHNNY CASH.
(Well I hope so. At least, I think I do? Global superstardom notwithstanding, I don’t want to be Elvis in that scenario, that’s for sure.)
