2010 Hugo Award Winners

Yes, you read correctly, winners in the plural.  For the third time in its 57 years the Hugo Best Novel Award is tied between two winners.

The winners for the 2010 Hugo Best Novel Award are:

China Mieville for The City and The City

Paolo Bacigalupi for The Windup Girl


The Guardian had this to say about the winning novels:

With Miéville’s novel a fantastical twist on a crime story, and Bacigalupi’s a futuristic tale about an engineered girl grown for sex tourists, this year’s winning titles show the range of science fiction today. Set in Thailand, The Windup Girl tells the story of the beautiful Emiko, grown in a creche for a Kyoto businessman but now abandoned in Bangkok, and her encounter with AgriGen’s “Calorie Man” Anderson Lake, whose job is to look for “extinct” foodstuffs to help his company “reap the bounty of history’s lost calories”. It has been compared to William Gibson’s cyberpunk classic Neuromancer in the Washington Post, which also cited Margaret Atwood, JG Ballard and Philip K Dick as influences. The book also carried off this year’s Nebula award for best novel.

Bacigalupi pronounced himself “blown away and so pleased with this huge honour”, describing his fellow winner’s novel as “excellent”. The City and the City, which has already won Miéville the UK’s top two science fiction prizes, the Arthur C Clarke and British Science Fiction Association awards, is very different to Bacigalupi’s novel. The story of a murder investigation in the decaying city of Besźel, it quickly emerges that things aren’t quite as they seem: Besźel exists in the same physical space as another city, Ul Qoma, and Inspector Tyador Borlú of the Extreme Crime Squad must travel there to solve the mystery. “Miéville thickens his plot with exceptional mastery,” wrote Michael Moorcock in the Guardian.

“Keeping his grip firmly on an idea which would quickly slip from the hands of a less skilled writer, Miéville again proves himself as intelligent as he is original”.



Authors’ Top Ten Books

the top ten - writers pick fave books eds by j peder zane I found my way to toptenbooks and was happily surprised to find that J Peder Zane, editor of The Top Ten – Writers Pick their Favourite Books, has posted the top ten favourite books of a large selection of authors.  I particularly like to see what authors are reading and which books are their favourites.  This is a good way to find new authors to read. 

For your enjoyment I have included only a small collection of authors’ favourite books – for the rest of the list go over to the toptenbooks website.  I found that some of my favourite books are on Jodi Picoult’s list; Life of Pi by Yann Martel is a book I treasure and The Time Traveller’s Wife by Audrey Niffennegger is by far the most beautiful, realistic and well written love story.


Top Ten List for Michael Connelly

  1. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 08-Michael-Connelly
  2. The Day of the Locusts by Nathanael West
  3. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
  4. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
  5. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
  6. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
  7. The Long Goodbye by Raymond Chandler
  8. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
  9. The Public Burning by Robert Coover
  10. Mildred Pierce by James M. Cain


Top Ten List for Alice Hoffman

  1. Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë alice hoffman
  2. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
  3. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
  4. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
  5. Beloved by Toni Morrison
  6. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
  7. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez
  8. The Stories of Grace Paley by Grace Paley
  9. Fahrenheit 451 by Raymond Bradbury
  10. Grimms’ Fairy Tales by Wilhelm and Jacob Grimm


Top Ten List for Stephen King

  1. The Golden Argosy by Van H. Cartmell & Charles Grayson, editors stephen king
  2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
  3. The Satanic Verses by Salman Rushdie
  4. McTeague by Frnk Norris
  5. Lord of the Flies by William Golding
  6. Bleak House by Charles Dickens
  7. 1984 by George Orwell
  8. The Raj Quartet by Paul Scott
  9. Light in August by William Faulkner
  10. Blood Merdian by Cormac McCarthy


Top Ten List for Joyce Carol Oates

  1. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky joyce carol oates
  2. Ulysses by James Joyce
  3. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
  4. The Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson
  5. The Stories of Franz Kafka by Franz Kafka
  6. The Red and the Black by Stendhal
  7. The Rainbow by D.H. Lawrence
  8. Women in Love by D.H. Lawrence
  9. Moby-Dick by Herman Melville
  10. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain


Top Ten List for Jodi Picoult

  1. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell jodipicoult
  2. The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
  3. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
  4. The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch
  5. Turtle Moon by Alice Hoffman
  6. The Life of Pi by Yann Martel
  7. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffennegger
  8. The Patron Saint of Liars by Ann Patchett
  9. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
  10. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare


If you enjoyed these few lists then you might very well want to buy the book The Top Ten edited by J Peder Zane in which case follow the link: http://www.toptenbooks.net/buy.html

Writer Spotlight: Aesop

Aesop.  Aesop’s fables.  Aesop is a famous guy, we know him as the great fable teller whose stories are still used to teach children valuable morals through animal characters.  You may even have read a few yourself, but even if you haven’t the point is you’ve probably heard of them at some point.  The strange thing about Aesop is that he is practically unknown.  Yes he is famous, but what is factually known about his life?  Not very much it seems…

Aesop’s life has left so little evidence of his existence that some scholars, such as Martin Luther (1483-1546), deny he ever lived.  Aesop’s place of birth is also highly contended and the following places are the nominations for his birthplace: Thrace, Phrygia, Aethiopia, Samos, Athens and Sardis.  Not only is it clear that we are uncertain of his nationality but no one is one hundred percent sure what he looked like either.  Richard Lobban (Professor of African Studies) has discussed the likelihood of his name being derived from the Greek word ‘Aethiopian’ which referred to people of dark skin from the African Interior.  Another point made to support the hypothesis that Aesop may have originated from the African Interior is the content of his fables which have been argued to contain animals predominantly present on the African continent as opposed to Europe or Greece.  Aesop has at times been depicted in sculptures as having physical deformities or being hideous.  He is also said by some to have had a speech impediment which was miraculously cured by a deity.  Debate rages on, however and even these few details are not a certainty.

Since we know so little about the guy how did he come to be famous in the first place?  It turns out that Aesop has appeared in the works of great ancient authors such as; Aristophanes, Plato, Xenophon and Aristotle and particular documents which give accounts of his life are ‘The Life of Aesop’ and ‘The Book of Xanthus the Philosopher and his Slave Aesop’.  It is from these accounts that Aesop became known as the slave to a man named Xanthus who lived on an island called Samos around 550 B.C. but he is also said to be the slave of a man named Ladmon of the same island – Samos.  Aesop apparently did not capture his fables in the written form himself and it may have been the above mentioned authors that set about that task after having heard his stories told.

Aesop is then said to have been freed from slavery by Ladmon according to Herodotus’ ‘History’ which contains the earliest mention of him.  How do we know that Aesop was released from slavery?  It is said that his public defence of Samian Demagogue (Aristotle, Rhetoric, ii 20) which could only have taken place with him a free man is reason to believe so.

Aesop’s life is shrouded in mystery and even in death the mystery and debate continues.  Herodotus describes Aesop’s death as violent at the hands of the people of Delphi who pushed him off a cliff although the cause is unknown, or the cause is the theft of a silver cup, while others say the theft of the silver cup was a separate death incident altogether having nothing to do with Delphi or the cliff.

Whoever he was, I think it is inspiring that someone’s work can live on for so long without any idea of the true identity of the author.  Today, it is refreshing because now more than ever identity comes before the work or often, at the expense of the work.

Speaking of the work, here is a short list of some of Aesop’s fables:

The Lion and the Mouse
The Ant and the Grasshopper
The Tortoise and the Hare
The Fox and the Goat
The Fox and the Crane (or Crow)
The Fox and the Grapes
The Dog and the Bone
The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
The Hen (or Goose) that Laid the Golden Eggs
The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse
The North Wind and the Sun
The Ass in the Lion’s Skin
The Old Man and Death

I found these sites very interesting so for more information please visit the following websites:




2010 Man Booker Dozen Longlist

On 27 July the 2010 Man Booker Prize judges released the dozen longlist.  The shortlist is set to be released on 7 September and the winner will be announced on 12 October at a dinner at London’s Guildhall.  The 2010 longlist for this prestigious prize includes a diverse selection of literary work some of whose authors are definitely no strangers to this prize.  Here is a quote from the chair of judges which explains their feelings toward their selection.

The chair of judges, Andrew Motion, comments: “Here are thirteen exceptional novels – books we have chosen for their intrinsic quality, without reference to the past work of their authors. Wide-ranging in their geography and their concern, they tell powerful stories which make the familiar strange and cover an enormous range of history and feeling. We feel confident that they will provoke and entertain.”

From 138 books the following have been longlisted for the 2010 Man Booker Prize for Fiction:

Peter Carey for Parrot and Olivier in America

Emma Donoghue for Room

Helen Dunmore for The Betrayal

Damon Galgut for In a Strange Room

Howard Jacobson for The Finkler Question

Andrea Levy for The Long Song

Tom McCarthy for C

David Mitchell for The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet 

Lisa Moore for February

Paul Murray for Skippy Dies

Rose Tremain for Trespass

Christos Tsiolkas for The Slap

Alan Warner for The Stars in the Bright Sky




2010 James Tait Black Memorial Prize Shortlist

The 2010 James Tait Black Memorial Prize for Fiction Shortlist has been released and no shocks there.  The shortlist is filled with Man Booker prize winners except for newcomer Reif Larson.

Here is who’s in the running for the oldest literary prize in Britain:

Strangers by Anita Brookner

The Children’s Book by A.S Byatt

Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro

The Selected Works of T.S Spivet by Reif Larsen

Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel


If you are interested in reading any of the Guardian’s reviews of these shortlisted novels follow one or all of the links:

Guardian Review: Strangers by Anita Brookner

Guardian Review: The Children’s Book by AS Byatt

Guardian Review: Nocturnes by Kazuo Ishiguro

Guardian Review: The Selected Works of TS Spivet by Reif Larsen

Guardian Review: Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel


Review: Briggs’ Alpha and Omega Series

Back when I discovered Patricia Briggs for myself it was because I’d noticed her latest Mercy Thompson series novel on the New York Times best sellers’ list.  It was then that I came across her Alpha and Omega series which is written from the viewpoint of an Omega werewolf, Anna.  On the Prowl is the first in the series and functions as a short story introduction to the storyline and tells of how Anna the Omega is discovered by the Marrok’s son, Charles and there begins the adventure.

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Set in the same world as the Mercy Thompson series but in another city, the Alpha and Omega novels take us deeper into the world of the werewolf and give a more intimate look into their society.  These books are set in an earlier time than the Mercy Thompson novels so if you plan to read them all, like I did, then start with Alpha and Omega series.

Once again, true to Briggs’ style, there’s some romance (actually more in Alpha & Omega than Mercy) and plenty of action.  You are going to encounter a few other supernatural beings, such as witches, but nothing like the diversity in the Mercy novels.  This doesn’t detract from the story offered in Alpha & Omega at all because, as I mentioned earlier, it is about the werewolves and how they change, what they go through, how they interact, etc.  Briggs sets out the rules and experiences of the American werewolf society and let me tell you – it’s an interesting and action packed ride.  I loved these books and once you get involved in the story it’s nice to be able to move on to Mercy Thompson and still hear about some of your favourite characters from Alpha & Omega.  However the newest installment to the series is set to be released late 2011 so we’ll be able to continue the adventure then.  I don’t want to divulge plot details because the surprises are worth it.  I really enjoyed reading the series and I highly seattle_briggs.gifrecommend it to anyone who enjoys urban fantasy.  Embark…you won’t regret it!  The verdict: LOVED them all – can’t wait for the next one!

Here’s a map of Seattle as in Alpha & Omega where only some of the action takes place.

What did you think of the series?  Let us know – leave a comment.  Go on over to Patricia Briggs’ website for more info: www.hurog.com


lilolia review rating 3 stars good


Review: Briggs’ Mercy Thompson Series


The last time we talked about Patricia Briggs and her Mercy Thompson series I had only just heard about her and her books due to her latest release’s positioning on the New York Times best sellers’ list a while back.  Since that post I got a hold of her books and in one week I read all 5 of the Mercy Thompson novels AND all 3 of her Alpha and Omega series.  They were fantastic reads!  The thing is I don’t want to tell you too much, if anything, about the plots of the novels because it would mar your experience of the stories.  They are for enjoyment and you will enjoy them if urban fantasy is your thing.

mercy thompson series

Original, not overly complicated yet packed with details, still easy to identify with despite the magical/supernatural nature of her characters and helluva fun.   I have noticed that other novels in this genre tend to have loads of romance.  Briggs’ novels are not inundated with romance and sex – I found a healthy sprinkling of romance which was great but Briggs’ leaves a lot to the imagination and gets straight back into the action.  Her novels also pick up right where she left off in the previous novel – I really liked this because you don’t miss anything and you get a much better sense of all the character’s lives.  Speaking of characters, they are extremely well rounded and full.  You can’t help getting lost in them very quickly as she describes and reveals them so well.  This is definitely why you want to devour novel after novel in the series because you can’t help but want to know what’s going on next – there’s so much that could happen.

The series is literally brimming with preternatural creatures and whether skinwalkers, shapeshifters, vampires, werewolves, fae of all kinds or witches is what you like then there’s nothing  missing.  An interesting blend of beings including humans living together and dealing with life’s obstacles except not just the unmagical banal but the secret or withheld dealings of the supernaturals that live amongst us.  Briggs’, like others in the genre, have set the stories in a time where some supernatural beings are ‘out’ so to speak.  For example the fae are officially ‘out’ to the human public and as a way of living together peacefully they have been moved to reservations to live together out of the way of humans.  It is a very interesting detail and makes for interesting reading from a creative author.  The werewolves are also ‘out’ to the public – but Im not going to let all the cats out the bag.

I found Briggs’ novels trumped all others within the genre (sorry – I’m not a huge fan of the twilight series books…what can I say) and when I finally closed the last book I was sad.  Yes, this I believe to be the ultimate sign of enjoyment, when I finished them all and knew I’d be waiting until next year for the next installation sadness befell me – I had to wait a bit before I could get into another novel.

What did you think of the series?  Let us know – leave a comment.  Go on over to Patricia Briggs’ website for more info: www.hurog.com


lilolia review rating 3 stars good


2010 Orange Prize for Fiction

On the evening of 9 June 2010, the Orange Prize for Fiction and the Orange Award for New Writers were presented at a ceremony which took place at the Royal Festival Hall, Southbank Centre, London.  The Prize for Fiction was presented by Her Royal Highness, the Duchess of Cornwall.  Add to this the celebration of the 15th annual Orange Prize and it makes for a big party!

The winner of the 2010 Orange Prize for Fiction:

Barbara Kingsolver for The Lacuna

Synopsis:  Born in the US and reared in a series of provincial households in Mexico, Harrison Shepherd is mostly a liability to his social-climbing mother, Salomé; his fortunes remaining insecure as Salomé finds her rich men-friends always on the losing side of the Mexican Revolution.
Harrison aims for invisibility, observing his world and recording everything in his notebooks with a peculiar selfless irony. Life is what he learns from servants putting him to work in the kitchen, errands he runs on the streets. Then, one day, he ends up mixing plaster for famed Mexican muralist, Diego Riviera – which leads to a job in Riviera’s house, where Harrison makes himself useful to the muralist, his wife Frida Kahlo and the exiled Bolshevik leader, Lev Trotsky.
A violent upheaval sends him to the US. In Carolina, he remakes himself in America’s hopeful image and finds an extraordinary use for his talents of observation. But political winds continue to volley him between north and south, in a story that turns many times on the unspeakable breach – the lacuna – between truth and public presumption.

The Chair of Judges, Daisy Goodman, said; “We chose The Lacuna because it is a book of breathtaking scale and shattering moments of poignancy.”



The winner of the 2010 Orange Award for New Writers:

Irene Sabatini for The Boy Next Door

This award was launched in 2005 in partnership with Arts Council England.  This award translates into 3 years worth of a bursary which is intended “to support the professional development of a writer at a crucial stage in her career”.

Waterstones has provided a synopsis and jacket reviews of Sabatini’s The Boy Next Door:

Synopsis:  Two days after I turned fourteen the son of our neighbour set his stepmother alight. Or so Lindiwe Bishop believes, though eighteen months later the charges against Ian McKenzie are dropped and he returns home, full of charm and swagger. Intrigued, Lindiwe strikes up a covert friendship with the mysterious white boy next door. As a bond grows between them, they cannot foreseee how severely it will be tested in the years ahead — by secrets and by a world that wants nothing more than to divide them. Vividly evoking Zimbabwe’s slide from independence into chaos, THE BOY NEXT DOOR tells an engrossing tale about what it means to witness, change, love and remain whole when all around you is falling apart.

Jacket review: 

‘One of the most engaging novels about inter-racial love to be published this century … entertaining, ambitious and packed with news from elsewhere, leavened by the precious optimism of youth. Don’t miss it.’ — Amanda Craig, Independent

‘A fine and accomplished first novel…full of understanding, insight and powerful beauty’ — Alexander Lucie-Smith, Tablet

‘Irene Sabatini’s captivating first novel, THE BOY NEXT DOOR, offers readers a rare and often painfully honest glimpse into life in post-independent Zimbabwe. And yet there is much light and hope and yes, love — genuine and hard-earned — in this book as well. A true pleasure.’ — Peter Orner, author of The Second Coming of Mavala Shikongo

But most important of all is what Di Speirs, Chair of Judges of the award had to say about their choice for winner of the New Writers Award: “Immediately engaging, vivid and buzzing with energy, The Boy Next Door is the work of a true storyteller.  At heart a love story, it is also so much more as, through the experiences of its charismatic protagonists, it charts the first two decades of the emerging Zimbabwe with honesty, humour and humanity.”  She continues, “Irene Sabatini has written an important book that will enchant readers and which marks the emergence of a serious new talent.”



Auel’s Earth’s Children Series – Start getting excited!

earths children

Fans of the Earth’s Children Series, written by Jean M Auel, will be awaiting the 6th and final installation of the beloved ice age adventure.  This final novel will be entitled The Land of Painted Caves and is set to be released in March 2011.

Earth’s Children Series Bibliography:

  1. The Clan of the Cave Bear (1980)
  2. The Valley of Horses (1982)
  3. The Mammoth Hunters (1985)
  4. The Plains of Passage (1990)
  5. The Shelters of Stone (2002)
  6. The Land of Painted Caves (2011)

        I thoroughly enjoyed the series and I read each one of them 1-5 without stopping.  Luckily I caught Auel Fever after The Shelters of Stone was published so the only wait I have had to endure is the ongoing await for The Land of Painted Caves.  My sympathies to those who’ve had to await the arrival of the next installment before this one – it is torture.  Soon we will have the ending!

        I came across something else that might be of interest to fans of the series.  Below is a map of the areas and journeys as depicted in the novels.  Enjoy.

        earths children series map

        Creating Captivating Characters

        Creating characters that readers want to follow on novel length adventures can be tricky.  You might not find it difficult to invent the basic details of your characters like their appearances and names but where it can get tricky is creating your character’s backstory and life details because these are the details that inform your character’s decisions, habits, and nature.  These are the wonderful elements that turn your characters into people.

        I came across a set of 45 questions designed to help you create fuller characters by Anita Riggio.  These questions will bring you to the core of your character very quickly and will guide you when you ask yourself how your character would respond to situations and other characters in your novel.  Answering each question fully and referring back to them will bring consistency throughout your writing but will also help you define how your character might need to change.  Take a look and enjoy.


        1. What do you know about this character now that s/he doesn’t yet know?
        2. What is this character’s greatest flaw?
        3. What do you know about this character that s/he would never admit?
        4. What is this character’s greatest asset?
        5. If this character could choose a different identity, who would s/he be?
        6. What music does this character sing to when no one else is around?
        7. In what or whom does this character have the greatest faith?
        8. What is this character’s favorite movie?
        9. Does this character have a favorite article of clothing? Favorite shoes?
        10. Does this character have a vice? Name it.
        11. Name this character’s favorite person (living or dead).
        12. What is this character’s secret wish?
        13. What is this character’s proudest achievement?
        14. Describe this character’s most embarrassing moment.
        15. What is this character’s deepest regret?
        16. What is this character’s greatest fear?
        17. Describe this character’s most devastating moment.
        18. What is this character’s greatest achievement?
        19. What is this character’s greatest hope?
        20. Does this character have an obsession? Name it.
        21. What is this character’s greatest disappointment?
        22. What is this character’s worst nightmare?
        23. Whom does this character most wish to please? Why?
        24. Describe this character’s mother.
        25. Describe this character’s father.
        26. If s/he had to choose, with whom would this character prefer to live?
        27. Where does this character fall in birth order? What effect does this have?
        28. Describe this character’s siblings or other close relatives.
        29. Describe this character’s bedroom. Include three cherished items.
        30. What is this character’s birth date? How does this character manifest traits of his/her astrological sign?
        31. If this character had to live in seclusion for six months, what six items would s/he bring?
        32. Why is this character angry?
        33. What calms this character?
        34. Describe a recurring dream or nightmare this character might have.
        35. List the choices (not circumstances) that led this character to his/her current predicament.
        36. List the circumstances over which this character has no control.
        37. What wakes this character in the middle of the night?
        38. How would a stranger describe this character?
        39. What does this character resolve to do differently every morning?
        40. Who depends on this character? Why?
        41. If this character knew s/he had exactly one month to live, what would s/he do?
        42. How would a dear friend or relative describe this character?
        43. What is this character’s most noticeable physical attribute?
        44. What is this character hiding from him/herself?
        45. Write one additional thing about your character.

        © 2008 Anita Riggio


        Thanks must go to Anita Riggio for compiling such a helpful list of questions.

        Please follow the link to view the original article:


        2010 Edgar Award Winners

        The Edgar Awards were presented at the 64th Gala Banquet on 29 April 2010 at the Grand Hyatt Hotel, New York City.

        Best Novel Winner:

        The Last Child by John Hart

        Fantasticfiction.co.uk had this to say about Hart’s novel:

        “Fresh off the success of his Edgar Award-winning, New York Times bestseller Down River, John Hart returns with his most powerful and intricately-plotted novel yet.

        The Last Child is a tale of boundaries: county borders and circles on a map, the hard edge between good and evil, life and death, hopelessness and faith. Perfectly blending character and plot, emotion and action, John Hart again transcends the barrier between thrillers and literature to craft a story as heartrending as it is redemptive.”

        Best First Novel by an American Author Winner:

        In the Shadow of Gotham by Stefanie Pintoff

        Publishers’ Weekly had this to say about Pintoff’s debut novel:

        “Pintoff’s debut, winner of the first Minotaur Books/MWA Best First Crime Novel award, will remind many of Caleb Carr at his best. The wreck of the steamship General Slocum in 1904 cost Det. Simon Ziele of the New York City police both his fiancee and the full use of his right arm. In response to those losses, Ziele has abandoned big-city policing for the quiet dullness of Dobson, a town in Westchester County, but a brutal murder interrupts his retreat from the world. Someone slashes and bludgeons to death Sarah Wingate, a Columbia mathematics graduate student whose brilliance evoked jealousy in her peers, in her home under circumstances that resemble the notorious murders of Lizzie Borden’s parents. Ziele’s investigation is soon co-opted by Alistair Sinclair, a student of criminology who’s convinced he knows the culprit’s identity. The period detail, characterizations and plotting are all top-notch, and Ziele has enough depth to carry a series.”

        For more on the other category winners please follow the link:



        2010 Nebula Award Winner

        The 2010 Nebula Awards were announced at the Nebula Awards Banquet held at the Hilton Cocoa Beach Ocean front on 15 May 2010.

        The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi

        The Guardian had this to say of Bacigalupi’s novel:

        “Paolo Bacigalupi’s The Windup Girl was voted winner of the Nebula by the 1,500 author members of the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, ahead of novels including China Miéville’s fantastical crime novel The City and the City, which won prestigious UK science fiction prize the Arthur C Clarke late last month, Jeff VanderMeer’s Finch and Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker.

        Nominated for a Hugo award and named one of the 10 best novels of last year by Time magazine, The Windup Girl is the story of Emiko, an engineered being grown in a creche to satisfy the sexual whims of a Japanese businessman and abandoned to roam the streets of Bangkok. Set in a world where the global economy is built on calories, Emiko meets Anderson Lake, who is searching Bangkok for “extinct” foodstuffs for his company AgriGen.”

        For more category winners follow the link: http://www.nebulaawards.com/index.php/guest_blogs/sfwa_announces_2010_nebula_awards_winners/


        2010 Galaxy British Book Award Winner

        This year’s Galaxy British Book Awards have been awarded within multiple categories but the one that most intrigues me is the Galaxy Book of the Year.


        The Galaxy Book of the Year winner:

        On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan

        Bookbrowse.com had this to say about McEwan’s novel:

        “Unfolding with the mesmerizing, deeply human storytelling that has made Ian McEwan one of the most beloved authors of his generation, On Chesil Beach captures one night and two lifetimes, wound into a stunning turning point. In taut yet poignantly written scenes, newlyweds Florence and Edward navigate their wedding night, coping with their greatest fears and wishes. The year is 1962; they have been steeped in a culture whose expectations for composure and maturity are high, with roles clearly defined and information about the mysteries of marriage—sexual or otherwise—rarely shared. As we watch husband and wife experience their first nuptial hours, On Chesil Beach illuminates the fragile dance of intimacy, a haunting ode to the true selves we so often refuse to reveal.”

        For more on the Galaxy British Book Award Winners follow the link:



        2009 LA Times Book Prize Winners

        The 2009 Book Prize winners were announced in the 2010 ceremony on the 23rd of April 2010.  The LA Times award the Book Prize within various categories. Winner of the Best Fiction Book:

        A Happy Marriage by Rafael Yglesias

        “A courtship, long marriage, and then an agonizing death, becomes a heroic meditation on the unruly nature of love. The book alternates between past and present until two lives are fully seen. There’s no easy resolution here but rather an ennobling picture of lives lived over decades, in sickness and health, brought vibrantly to life.” –2009 Fiction Judges


        Winner of the Best First Fiction Book:

        American Rust by Philipp Meyer

        “With deep compassion, the lives of two boyhood friends and their families are stripped bare in this first novel set in a dying steel town in Pennsylvania. In the bucolic landscape where ruined factories are stark reminders of the lack of opportunities, Philipp Meyer charts the aspirations, the failures, and the moral dilemmas his characters face as they’re drawn into an ever-strangling morass of murder and the confusions of class as their abiding loyalties are tested.” –2009 First Fiction Judges

        To see the other category winners please follow the link: http://events.latimes.com/bookprizes/


        2009 LA Times Book Prize Finalists

        The Los Angeles Times Book Prize Finalists have been announced.  The LA Times Book Prizes are awarded within various categories.  Here are the finalists:


        Heroic Measures by Jill Ciment

        The Man in the Wooden Hat by Jane Gardam

        Blame by Michelle Huneven

        A Short History of Women by Kate Walbert

        A Happy Marriage by Rafael Yglesias


        First Fiction:

        An Elegy for Easterly by Petina Gappah

        Tinkers by Paul Harding

        American Rust by Philipp Meyer

        In Other Rooms, Other Wonders by Daniyal Mueenuddin

        Everything Ravaged, Everything Burned by Wells Tower


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        2010 Hugo Award Nominees

        The World Science Fiction Convention has announced the ballot for the 2010 Hugo Awards.

        The 2010 Hugo Award Winners will be announced in Melbourne, Australia during Aussiecon 4, the 68th World Science Fiction Convention.  The Awards Ceremony will take place on Sunday 5 September 2010.

        Best Novel

        Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

        The City & The City by China Miéville

        Julian Comstock: A Story of 22nd-Century America by Robert Charles Wilson

        Palimpsest by Catherynne M. Valente

        Wake by Robert J. Sawyer

        The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi

        Best Novella

        “Act One” by Nancy Kress

        The God Engines by John Scalzi

        “Palimpsest” by Charles Stross

        Shambling Towards Hiroshima by James Morrow

        “Vishnu at the Cat Circus” by Ian McDonald

        The Women of Nell Gwynne’s by Kage Baker



        2010 Orange Prize Shortlist

        The 2010 Orange Prize Shortlist has been announced.  One of the shortlisted books will be very familiar to you as it has won loads of other awards – let’s see if it wins the Orange Prize too…

        The Very Thought of You by Rosie Alison

        The Lacuna by Barbara Kingsolver

        Black Water Rising by Attica Locke

        Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel

        A Gate at the Stairs by Lorrie Moore

        The White Woman on the Green Bicycle by Monique Roffey


        Patricia Briggs’ Mercy Thompson Series

        Patricia Briggs’ latest edition to the Mercy Thompson Series is now available and is currently holding the number one spot on the NY Times Best Sellers’ List.  I had not heard of either the author or this series of novels before Silver Borne, the fifth novel in the series, hit the best sellers’ list at the end of last week.  The cover caught my eye and I decided to check out what these novels are about and this is what I found out:

        Mercedes Thompson is a native American mechanic with a special secret.  Her world is filled with werewolves, vampires, trolls and gremlins all of which are forced out of hiding by our modern technologies.  Mercy is herself a coyote shapeshifter and the series follows her on her adventures with these otherworld beings.

        This sounded very interesting to me so I went to Patricia Briggs’ official website to get more information and possibly chapter excerpts.  The series consists of five novels thus far; Moon Called, Blood Bound, Iron Kissed, Bone Crossed & Silver Borne.  The sixth installment will be released in 2011.

        Moon Called Blood Bound Iron Kissed bonecrossed75   silver-borne

        You can tell if a novel is worth your time by reading an excerpt.  You’ll want to know before you buy the first book if the author’s writing style is captivating for you.  So I have included a part of the excerpt for Moon Called from the official website.  All the other novels have excerpts posted on the website so you can go and have a read.

        Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Moon Called:

        I didn’t realize he was a werewolf at first. My nose isn’t at its best when surrounded by axle grease and burnt oil — and it’s not like there are a lot of stray werewolves running around Eastern Washington. So when someone made a polite noise near my feet to get my attention I thought he was a customer.

        I was burrowed under the engine compartment of a Jetta settling a rebuilt transmission into its new home. One of the drawbacks in running a one-woman garage was that I had to stop and start every time the phone rang or a customer stopped by. It made me grumpy — which isn’t a good way to deal with customers. My faithful office boy and tool rustler had gone off to college, and I hadn’t replaced him yet — it’s hard to find someone who will do all the jobs I don’t want to.

        “Be with you in a sec,” I said, trying not to sound snappish. I do my best not to scare off my customers if I can help it.

        Transmission jacks be damned, the only way to get a transmission into an old Jetta is with muscle. Sometimes being a female is useful in my line of work — my hands are smaller so I can get them places a man can’t. However, even weightlifting and karate can’t make me as strong as a strong man. Usually leverage can compensate, but sometimes there’s no substitute for muscle and I had just barely enough to get the job done.

        Grunting with effort, I held the transmission where it belonged with one hand and with the other I slipped the first bolt in and tightened it. I wasn’t finished, but the transmission would stay where it was while I dealt with my customer.

        I took a deep breath and smiled once brightly for practice before I rolled out from under the car. I snagged a rag to wipe the oil off my hands, and said, “Can I help you?” before I got a good enough look at the boy to see he wasn’t a customer — though he certainly looked as though someone ought to help him.

        The knees of his jeans were ripped out and stained with old blood and dirt. Over a dirty tee, he wore a too-small flannel shirt — inadequate clothing for November.

        He looked gaunt, as though he’d been a while without food. My nose told me, even over the smell of gasoline, oil, and antifreeze permeating the garage, that it had been an equally long time since he’d seen a shower. And, under the dirt, sweat, and old fear, was the distinctive scent of werewolf.

        “I was wondering if you had some work I could do?” he asked hesitantly. “Not a real job, ma’am. Just a few hours work.”

        I could smell his anxiety before it was drowned out by a rush of adrenaline when I didn’t immediately refuse. His words sped up until they crashed into one another. “A job would be okay, too. But I don’t have a social security card so it would have to be cash under the table.”

        Most of the people who came around looking for cash work were illegals trying to tide themselves over between harvest and planting season. This boy was whitebread American — except the part about being a werewolf — with chestnut hair and brown eyes. He was tall enough to be eighteen, I supposed, but my instincts, which are pretty good, pinned his age closer to fifteen. His shoulders were wide but boney, and his hands were a little large as if he still had some growing to do before he grew into the man he would be.

        “I’m strong,” he said. “I don’t know a lot about fixing cars, but I used to help my uncle keep his bug running.”

        I believed he was strong: werewolves are. As soon as I had picked up the distinctive musk-and-mint scent, I’d had a nervous urge to drive him out of my territory. However, not being a werewolf, I control my instincts — I’m not controlled by them. Then too, the boy, shivering slightly in the damp November weather, roused other, stronger, instincts.

        It was my own private policy not to break the law. I drove the speed limit, kept my cars insured, paid a little more tax to the feds than I had to. I’d given away a twenty or two to people who’d asked, but never hired someone who couldn’t appear on my payroll. There was also the problem of his being a werewolf, and a new one at that, if I was any judge. The young ones had less control of their wolf than others.

        He hadn’t commented on how odd it was to see a woman mechanic, and that bought him some points. Sure, he’d probably been watching me for a while, long enough to get used to the idea — but, still, he hadn’t said anything, and that won him points. But not enough points for what I was about to do. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them to warm up his fingers which were red with chill.

        “All right,” I said, slowly. It was not the wisest answer, but, watching his slow shivers, it was the only one I could give. “We’ll see how it works.”

        “There’s a laundry room and a shower back through that door,” I pointed to the door at the back of the shop. “My last assistant left some of his old work coveralls. You’ll find them hanging on the hooks in the laundry room. If you want to shower and put those on, you can run the clothes you’re wearing through the washer. There’s a fridge in the laundry room with a ham sandwich and some pop. Eat and then come back out when you’re ready.”

        I put a little force behind the “eat”, but I wasn’t going to work with a hungry werewolf, not even almost two weeks from full moon. Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there’s no such thing as ghosts. He heard the command and stiffened, raising his eyes to meet mine.

        After a moment he mumbled a “thank you” and walked through the door, shutting it gently behind him. I let out the breath I’d been holding. I knew better than to give orders to a werewolf — it’s that whole dominance reflex thing.

        Werewolves’ instincts are inconvenient — that’s why they don’t tend to live long. Those same instincts are the reason their wild brothers lost to civilization while the coyotes were thriving, even in urban areas like Los Angeles.

        The coyotes are my brothers. Oh, I’m not a werecoyote — if there even is such a thing. I am a walker.

        The term is derived from ‘skinwalker’, a witch of the southwest Indian tribes who uses a skin to turn into a coyote or some other animal and goes around causing disease and death. The white settlers incorrectly used the term for all the native shapechangers and the name stuck. We are hardly in a position to object — even if we came out in public like the lesser of the fae did a decade or so ago: there aren’t enough of us to be worth a fuss.

        I didn’t think the boy had known what I was, or he’d never have been able to turn his back on me, another predator, and go through the door to shower and change. Wolves may have a very good sense of smell; but the garage was full of odd odors, and I doubt he’d ever smelled someone like me in his life.

        “You just hire a replacement for Tad?”

        I turned and watched Tony come in from outside through the open bay doors where he’d evidently been lurking and watching the byplay between the boy and I. Tony was good at that — it was his job.

        Today his black hair was slicked back and tied into a short ponytail and he was clean-shaven. His right ear, I noticed, was pierced four times and held three small hoops and a diamond stud. He’d added two since last time I’d seen him. In a hooded sweat shirt unzipped to display a thin tee that showed the results of all the hours he spent in a gym, he looked like a recruit poster for one of the local Hispanic gangs.

        “We’re negotiating,” I said. “Just temporary so far. Are you working?”

        “Nope. They gave me the day off for good behavior.” He was still focused on my new employee though, because he said, “I’ve seen him around the past few days. He seems okay — runaway maybe.” Okay meant no drugs or violence, the last was reassuring.

        When I started working at the garage about nine years ago, Tony had been running a little pawn shop around the corner. Since it had the nearest soft drink machine I saw him fairly often. After a while the pawn shop passed on to different hands. I didn’t think much of it until I smelled him standing on a street corner with a sign that said, “Will Work for Food”.

        I say smelled him, because the hollow-eyed kid holding the sign didn’t look much like the low-key, cheerful middle-aged man who had run the pawn shop. Startled, I’d greeted him by the name I’d known him by. The kid just looked at me like I was crazy, but the next morning Tony was waiting at my shop. That’s when he told me what he did for a living — I hadn’t even known a place the size of the Tri-Cities would have undercover cops.

        He’d started dropping by the shop every once in a while, after that. At first he’d come in a new guise each time. The Tri-Cities aren’t that big and my garage is on the edge of an area that’s about as close as Kennewick comes to having a high- crime district. So it was possible he just came by when he was assigned here, but I soon decided the real reason was he was bothered I’d recognized him. I could hardly tell him I’d just smelled him, could I?

        His mother was Italian and his father Venezuelan, and the genetic mix had given him features and skin tone that allowed him to pass as anything from Mexican to African American. He could still pass for eighteen when he needed to, though he must be several years older than me — thirty-three or so. He spoke Spanish fluently and could use a half dozen different accents to flavor his English.

        All of those attributes had led him to undercover work, but what really made him good was his body language. He could stride with the hip swaggering walk common to handsome young Hispanic males, or with shuffle around with the nervous energy of a drug addict.

        After a while, he accepted I could see through disguises that fooled his boss and, he claimed, his own mother, but by then we were friends. He continued to drop in for a cup of coffee or hot chocolate and a friendly chat when he was around. He didn’t much undercover work around here anymore, though, too many people know his face so his visits had become more rare.

        “You look very young and macho,” I said. “Are the earrings a new look for KPD? Pasco police have two earrings so Kennewick cops must have four?”

        He grinned at me and it made him look both older and more innocent. “I’ve been working in Seattle for the past few months,” he said. “I’ve got a new tattoo, too. Fortunately for me it is somewhere my mother will never see it.”

        Jimmy claimed to live in terror of his mother. I’d never met her myself, but he smelled of happiness not fear when he talked of her, so I knew she couldn’t be the harridan he described.

        “What brings you to darken my door?” I asked.

        “I came to see if you’d look at a car for a friend of mine,” he said.



        My eyebrows climbed in surprise. “I’ll take a look, but I’m not set up for American cars — I don’t have the computers. He should take it somewhere they know Buicks.”

        “She’s taken it to three different mechanics; replaced the oxygen sensor, spark plugs and who knows what else. It’s still not right. The last guy told her she needed a new engine which he could do for twice what the car’s worth. She doesn’t have much money, but she needs the car.”

        “I won’t charge her for looking, and if I can’t fix it, I’ll tell her so.” I had a sudden thought, brought on by the edge of anger I heard in his voice when he talked about her problems. “Is this your lady?”

        “She’s not my lady,” he protested unconvincingly.

        For the past three years he’d had his eye on one of the police dispatchers, a widow with a slew of kids. He’d never done anything about it because he loved his job — and his job, he’d said wistfully, was not conducive to dating, marriage, and kids.

        “Tell her to bring it by. If she can leave it for a day or two, I’ll see if Zee will come by and take a look at it.” Zee, my former boss, had retired when he sold me the place, but he’d come out once in a while to “keep his hands in”. He knew more about cars and what made them run than a team of Detroit engineers.

        “Thanks, Mercy. You’re aces.” He checked his watch. “I’ve got to go.”

        I waved him off, then went back to the transmission. The car cooperated, as they seldom do, so it didn’t take me long. By the time my new help emerged clean and garbed in an old pair of Tad’s coveralls, I was starting to put the rest of the car back together. Even the coveralls wouldn’t be warm enough outside, but in the shop, with my big space heater going, he should be all right.

        He was quick and efficient — he’d obviously spent a few hours under the hood of a car. He didn’t stand around watching, but handed me parts before I asked, playing the part of a tool monkey as though it was an accustomed role. Either he was naturally reticent or had learned how to keep his mouth shut, but we worked together for a couple of hours mostly in silence. We finished the first car and starting on another one before I decided to coax him into talking to me.

        “I’m Mercedes,” I said, loosening an alternator bolt. “What do you want me to call you?”

        His eyes lit for a minute. “Mercedes the Volkswagen mechanic?” His face closed down quickly and he mumbled, “Sorry. Bet you’ve heard that a lot.”

        I grinned at him and handed him the bolt I’d taken out and started on the next. “Yep. But I work on Mercedes, too — anything German-made. Porsche, Audi, BMW and even the odd Opel or two. Mostly old stuff, already out of dealer warranty, though I have the computers for most of the newer ones when they come in.”

        I turned my head away from him so I could get a better look at the stubborn second bolt. “You can call me Mercedes or Mercy, whichever you like. What do you want me to call you?”

        I don’t like forcing people into a corner where they have to lie to you. If he was a runaway, he probably wouldn’t give me a real name, but I need something better to call him than “boy” or “hey, you” if I was going to work with him.

        “Call me Mac,” he said after a pause.

        It was different enough, I was pretty sure it was part of his name, last or first. The pause was a dead giveaway that it wasn’t the name he usually went by, though. It would do for now.

        “Well then, Mac,” I said. “Would you give the Jetta’s owner a call and tell him his car is ready?” I nodded my head at the first car we finished. “There’s an invoice on the printer. His number is on the invoice along with the final cost of the transmission swap. When I get this belt replaced I’ll take you to lunch — part of the wages.”

        “All right,” he said sounding a little lost. He started for the door to the showers but I stopped him. The laundry and shower were in the back of the shop, but the office was on the side of the garage, next to a parking lot customers used.

        “The office is straight through the gray door,” I told him. “There’s a cloth next to the phone you can use to hold the receiver so it doesn’t get covered with grease.”

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        So Im off to begin the Mercy Thompson adventure, if you want to let us know what you think of these novels please leave a comment.

        Happy Reading!

        2010 Pulitzer Fiction Prize Winner

        The 2010 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction has been awarded to Paul Harding for his novel Tinkers.

        If you’re wondering what this Pulitzer winning novel is about, read this book summary from bookbrowse:

        An old man lies dying. Confined to bed in his living room, he sees the walls around him begin to collapse, the windows come loose from their sashes, and the ceiling plaster fall off in great chunks, showering him with a lifetime of debris: newspaper clippings, old photographs, wool jackets, rusty tools, and the mangled brass works of antique clocks. Soon, the clouds from the sky above plummet down on top of him, followed by the stars, till the black night covers him like a shroud. He is hallucinating, in death throes from cancer and kidney failure.

        A methodical repairer of clocks, he is now finally released from the usual constraints of time and memory to rejoin his father, an epileptic, itinerant peddler, whom he had lost 7 decades before. In his return to the wonder and pain of his impoverished childhood in the backwoods of Maine, he recovers a natural world that is at once indifferent to man and inseparable from him, menacing and awe inspiring.

        Tinkers is about the legacy of consciousness and the porousness of identity from one generation the next. At once heartbreaking and life affirming, it is an elegiac meditation on love, loss, and the fierce beauty of nature.

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        2009 NBCC Award Winner

        The 2009 National Book Critics Circle Award goes to Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel.  This historical novel claimed last year’s Man Booker Prize and although I have not read it myself I believe it must be an incredible read.  In the month leading up to the NBCC award winner announcement, Critical Mass (the official NBCC blog), posted a series of posts entitled 30 Books in 30 Days which provided reviews of the work of the thirty finalists.  The 30 Books in 30 Days post for Hilary Mantel’s Wolf Hall is a magnificent article.  Here is an excerpt:

        “It’s the story of the rise to power of Thomas Cromwell, who emerged from humble origins to become one of the richest and most powerful men in Tudor England. Brilliant, hardworking, and competent, Cromwell caught the attention of Henry VIII, who made him his confidante, his chief secretary, his Lord Privy Seal, and in time a nobleman–all before sending him, as Henry sent so many of his confidantes and capable administrators, to the executioner’s block. In the process of telling the enthralling tale of Cromwell’s early years, Mantel takes the hoary genre of historical fiction, turns it on its head, and makes it as fresh and new as the latest of postmodern fiction.

        She finds the other side of that story and gives us a man whose politics were far ahead of his time, a humanitarian and social radical who is as loving to his family and friends as he is harsh to those he opposes. Her Cromwell “is at home in courtroom or waterfront, bishop’s palace or inns yard. He can draft a contract, train a falcon. Draw a map, stop a street fight, furnish a house and fix a jury.” Lawyer and financier, he’s a master of languages, an admirer of Latin poetry, an adoring husband and father, a man who can speak truth to power, brandish a stiletto, cook up a gingery eel sauce, evaluate the worth of an oriental rug, and stay loyal to his friends even when the rest of the world shuns them. More, he’s efficient. “My sins are my strength,” he ruminates. “The sins I have done, that others have not even found the opportunity of committing. I hug them close; they’re mine. Besides, when I come to judgment I mean to come with a memorandum in my hands; I shall say to my Maker, I have fifty items here, possibly more.” What a man to get to know!

        Why is the book called Wolf Hall when Wolf Hall, the ancestral home of Jane Seymour, who will be Henry’s third wife, figures only minimally in the narrative? Yes, there’s a passage about the scandalous shenanigans at the manor, where Jane’s father is having an affair with her brother’s young wife. And yes, there’s a mention of the Latin saying homo homini lupus. “Man is wolf to man.” Some critics have attempted to explain the title by focusing on one or the other of these references, speculating that the book is called Wolf Hall because the doings at the estate indicate that the English nobility was so depraved it could not rule, or that the Latin proverb indicates the lesson to be drawn from the period’s invidious politics. But to me it seems far more likely that the title is another of the author’s cunning tricks. The book ends with Mantel’s Cromwell noting in his diary that he is about to make an excursion to Wolf Hall. It is after this excursion that history’s Cromwell will reach the height of his aspirations, becoming virtually royal by wedding his son to the future queen’s sister, and it is after that grand slam that his mighty career will begin to unravel. The book, like Cromwell, goes to Wolf Hall. What happens afterward is the subject of the sequel Mantel is planning.”

        Go on over to Critical Mass to read the full article: 30 Books in 30 Days: Wolf Hall, by Hilary Mantel