Beyond-the-Rift-related items seem to have popped up here and there last week while I was overseas. Interviews went live at the inaugural episode of the rebooted Seattle Geekly, and at Freelance and Fiction. Reviews of BtR popped up at SF Signal and Publisher’s Weekly (both positive, although I don’t think the PW gave me a star— which is a little odd, because they even gave a starred review to Behemoth: Seppuku, which everyone else hated.)
Amongst all this renewed interest, I’m pleased to see people finally starting to notice the exploration of religious faith that threads through so much of my stuff. It’s good that this word is starting to spread, since Echopraxia pretty much clobbers the reader over the head with ruminations on the same theme. At least now you can’t say you weren’t warned.
Fond memories from the past few days:
- The phalanx of police summoned by British Airways late Sunday night, just before they announced to people who’d been waiting for two days that their perennially-“delayed” flight had now been cancelled outright on account of the plane spewing hydraulic fluid all over the ground crew and sending twelve of them to hospital.
- The cop who accosted me for taking a blurry picture of one small part of said phalanx, and who— when asked why it was forbidden to take pictures in the departure lounge— actually said, “Haven’t you heard of 9-11?” I told him that I heard about it a lot— in fact, I heard about 9-11 every time someone wanted to curtail another one of our civil rights. You would all have been so proud. (To do the guy justice, he de-escalated on his own initiative— went from you have to delete that photo to Okay, delete it after you send it to your wife to well, just don’t take any more photos like that, okay? He actually seemed like a pretty nice guy.)
- Footage of Rob Ford plastered across every flatscreen in Heathrow International Airport
- People met and stuff done in Munich (and no, I’m not telling you what I was doing there, because these things always end badly and I don’t want to jinx it).
But my favorite item of the past week has to be the Echopraxia blurb— the first Echopraxia blurb, in fact— that dropped into my phone at Pearson International at 3a.m., as I staggered amongst the spent bodies of fellow would-be travelers who’d dropped from sheer frustrated exhaustion—
“Makes Blood Meridian look like an episode of Bonanza”
—Which will end up not getting used because too many of you haven’t read Blood Meridian, and not enough of you are old enough to remember what “Bonanza” was.
No problem, though. I got a much longer and even more effusive blurb from the same source just a few hours ago. Which means that, regardless of how the rest of the week went down, it started and ended on a couple of real high notes.