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A Tiny Newsletter: Now Tariff Free!

For those who prefer to read my journal in a newsletter format, I’ve published my latest newsletter. It includes a bit of publishing news and links to my most recent radio interviews. The subscribe button is at the bottom of this site if you want to sign up.

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Get Lit with The Mona Lisa Sacrifice

I had a great conversation with Canadian writer and radio host Jamie Tennant for his show Get Lit on 93.3 CFMU. We talked why anyone would ever want to be a writer, where the idea for my Cross series of supernatural thrillers came from, and what it’s been like to publish the books in new editions, among other things. The interview is only a half hour so check it out when you have time!

Related: My other radio interviews and assorted video pieces.

Rituals, Hope and Ancillaries: The February 2025 Bibliofiles Edition

My reading list was varied this month. I finally finished Nick Cave’s Faith, Hope and Carnage, which I’ve been reading slowly over the course of several months. It’s the sort of book that needs you to take your time with it. The same goes for Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals. And I finally got around to reading Ann Leckie’s Ancillary Justice after all these years! Thanks, book club!


Fiction

Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie

Breq is a soldier on a mission of vengeance on a frozen planet at the edges of the Radch, the galactic empire that has conquered much of the galaxy.

Breq is also one of many ancillaries — victims of the empire that have had their minds wiped and been replaced with a collective artificial intelligence that is Justice of Toren, the ship the ancillaries serve.

Only Justice of Toren has been destroyed and Breq is the last ancillary.

Ancillary Justice is not only a stunning first novel, it’s also an instant sci-fi classic. The book mixes history, politics, class, tech and philosophy — and throws in some action as a bonus!

Largely told in two storylines, it’s initially confusing as we see Breq in the present contrasted with the multiple POVs of countless ancillaries in the past. There are wonderful scenes in the past in which the narrative POV bounces from one ancillary to another and even the ship itself, telling part of a larger story. The scenes set in the present are a compelling counterpoint to these scenes, where we are confined to the POV of the surviving ancillary, who has much more agency and is driven to get payback for what happened to her ship.

The storylines begin to fuse together seamlessly as the book goes on, until readers are caught in a tale of political intrigue and covert warfare that leads Breq all the way to the head of the empire — or heads, in this case, as it is run by a cabal of clones that have their own agendas.

This is not your standard space opera with big ship battles and heroics. Instead, it’s an interrogation of humanity itself and thus one of the most compelling sci-works in ages.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17333324-ancillary-justice


World War Jake by Brad Dehnert

Jake works for an alphabet agency (think CIA but more tech) helping to edit the world order through use of misinformation and AI bots. When his work to install a Russian puppet goes wrong, Jake has to figure out a way to undo the nightmare he has created. A clever and timely look into how AI and disinfo is changing our world.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/227005603-world-war-jake


Non-fiction

Faith, Hope and Carnage by Nick Cave and Sean O’Hagan

I’ve long been a fan of the musician Nick Cave because, well, he’s Nick Cave. If you like your music dark, with blends of twisted romance/lust, poetic songwriting, biblical and literary themes, sheer irreverence and gospel meets rock meets punk, then Nick Cave is your musical fallen angel.

But I never really expected Cave to also become a sort of modern-day prophet of uncertain, contingent faith and perhaps the most important philosopher of grief alive today.

Faith, Hope and Carnage is a must-read for any fan of Cave, but it’s also an important read for anyone concerned with spirituality in our troubled age, the role of music in an increasingly sterile society, the mysteries of artistic creation, how to grieve and live at the same time — and how all of these things come together.

The book chronicles a series of phone conversations between Cave and journalist Sean O’Hagan to record some of Cave’s thoughts on life. Much of it focuses on the tragic loss of Cave’s son Arthur, and his ghost very much haunts these conversations. How does one cope with such an event? In Cave’s case, he turned even more to music and spirituality.

“Things happen in your life, terrible things, great obliterating events, where the need for spiritual consolation can be immense, and your sense of what is rational is less coherent and can suddenly find itself on very shaky ground,” he says. “We are supposed to put our faith in the rational world, yet when the world stops making sense, perhaps your need for some greater meaning can override reason. And, in fact, it can suddenly seem the least interesting, most predictable and least rewarding aspect of your self. That is my experience, anyway. I think of late I’ve grown increasingly impatient with my own scepticism; it feels obtuse and counter-productive, something that’s simply standing in the way of a better-lived life.”

In his interrogations of spirituality, Cave has parallels with poet Christian Wiman’s meditative essays collected in My Bright Abyss. Both seem to share a sensibility that rejects any concrete truisms about spirituality while embracing the impulse toward it.

“Maybe the search is the religious experience,” Cave says in an echo of Wiman. “The desire to believe and the longing for meaning, the moving towards the ineffable. Maybe that is what is essentially important, despite the absurdity of it. Or, indeed, because of the absurdity of it. When it comes down to it, maybe faith is just a decision like any other. And perhaps God is the search itself.”

Cave sees a similar wonder in artistic creation: “You have to operate, at least some of the time, in the world of mystery, beneath that great and terrifying cloud of artistic unknowing. The creative impulse, to me, is a form of bafflement, and often feels dissonant and unsettling. It chips away at your own cherished truths about things, pushes against your own sense of what is acceptable.”

And then there are the conversations on grief, which connect many of the strands of the book and are sure to offer something deeply personal to every reader. “In grief, you become deeply acquainted with the idea of human mortality,” Cave says. “You go to a very dark place and experience the extremities of your own pain – you are taken to the very limits of suffering. As far as I can see, there is a transformative aspect to this place of suffering. We are essentially altered or remade by it. Now, this process is terrifying, but in time you return to the world with some kind of knowledge that has something to do with our vulnerability as participants in this human drama. Everything seems so fragile and precious and heightened, and the world and the people in it seem so endangered, and yet so beautiful. To me it feels that, in this dark place, the idea of a God feels more present or maybe more essential. It actually feels like grief and God are somehow intertwined. It feels that, in grief, you draw closer to the veil that separates this world from the next.”

I couldn’t help but think as I read these conversations that Cave has become as much a sort of prophet as a musician — a prophet of creativity, a prophet of spirituality, a prophet of grief. The church of Nick Cave is a church that more of us should attend.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/59851730-faith-hope-and-carnage


Daily Rituals: How Artists Work by Mason Currey

Mason Currey’s Daily Rituals gives a glimpse into the working habits of pretty much any historical creator you can think of. Franz Kafka, Agatha Christie, Charles Dickens — if you can name them they’re probably in this book. There are many interesting insights into these creators collected here — and many anecdotes of sheer eccentricity! For instance, Currey describes Jonathan Franzen writing while wearing earplugs, earmuffs and a blindfold and Ayn Rand as going on writing binges fuelled by Benezdrine. (Substance abuse is a common theme among artists found in the collection.)

If you’re looking for tips to help you develop your own rituals, however, Daily Rituals will be of limited use. Often the creators featured here tend to be driven by some psychological quirk, addiction or even madness — hardly something to cultivate. Many others are able to lead a life of creativity because of family wealth — more desirable than madness, perhaps, but also more difficult to cultivate. The book is more interesting as a collection of trivia than a how-to guide.

If you’re curious about the lives of famous artists, though, Daily Rituals is worth the read. Think of it as a Lifestyles of the Eccentric and Famous.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15799151-daily-rituals


Poetry

Northerny by Dawn Macdonald

I was delighted to read Northerny by poet Dawn Macdonald because I was in the same writing group with her back in my university days. Dawn has always been one of the most unique souls I’ve ever met, and I urge all poetry lovers to read her book. It’s part examination of myths of the north, part memoir, all genius.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/183935565-northerny

See also Dawn’s interview with poet rob mclennan about publishing her book in the midst of chaos, both cultural and personal: http://robmclennan.blogspot.com/2024/06/12-or-20-second-series-questions-with_0623544362.html

Play this: Wolves

I recently got together with some of my writing group for a games night and we decided to give Wolves by Coyote and Crow a try. We ended up liking it so much it’s all we played for the whole games night.

It’s the first “semi-cooperative” game I’ve tried, where you have to work with other players to survive but one player can still win the game. It’s an intriguing model that I’d like to try more in the future.

The premise is a familiar one: you have to gather resources to survive and have a shot at winning the game. Each turn you draw cards from your deck and have to assemble enough resource cards to fulfill three categories: fish, corn and bison. But drawing cards is risky, as there are three leader cards in your deck that act as wild cards. Draw one or two and you can use them as wild cards. But draw the third one and you can’t use them as wild cards — and you can’t draw any cards the next turn.

This is where the unique element of Wolves really shows itself, as you often have to help your fellow players gather their resources by gifting them cards or extra resources you have collected. If any one player is unable to assemble the resources they need, then everyone loses the game. So players are constantly working together to make sure everyone has what they need. This gets more and more difficult as the game goes on and the pool of available resources starts to shrink. (Cards are removed from your deck each turn.)

At the same time, however, players are competing with each other for status points. Status can be earned a number of different ways, but a significant part of it is giving gifts — that is, giving players the cards they need to survive. So the more you help each other, the more points you get. At the end of the game, the player with the highest status is named chief and wins the game. To be honest, though, this part almost felt like an afterthought to us as the game was challenging and tense enough just in the survival stages. We felt like we had all won simply by making it through to the end of the game.

So if you’re looking for a break from games like Settlers of Catan, I suggest giving Wolves a try. Bonus points for beautiful game boards and pieces!

PLR program an investment in Canadian culture

I’m so incredibly grateful to have received my latest payment from the Canada Council’s Public Lending Right program, which compensates Canadian authors for libraries providing free public access to their books. There are many reasons I love the PLR:

  • I love libraries!
  • The PLR payment helps keep me writing!
  • I believe strongly in supporting Canadian writers!

The last point is probably the most important one in these challenging times. The PLR program is about more than just compensating writers. It’s an investment in the future of Canadian culture in many, many different forms. Each one of those payments helps a writer to buy time to create new works and add to the rich cultural history of this country. At a time when the very future of Canada seems at stake, you can’t put a price on this sort of support.

So thanks, PLR and Canada Council! And thanks to all of you who have bought my books and others from Canadian writers!

A Howling good time

I recently appeared on the radio show Howl on CIUT 89.5 FM to discuss the first book of my Cross series, The Mona Lisa Sacrifice. Topics covered:

  • The pros and cons of writing immortal characters
  • How much of the roguish antihero Cross is really me
  • The experience of getting to update the book series for the newer editions
  • And of course Dungeons & Dragons!

Bonus feature: I read from the first chapter of The Mona Lisa Sacrifice.

Interview starts around the 33:30 mark. I hope you’ll check it out.

Support your favourite magazines

I was saddened to see the news that On Spec, the Canadian magazine of the fantastic, will no longer be publishing print editions because of the increasing costs of print production and distribution. On Spec holds a special place in my heart, as it was the first magazine to publish my work. And it has incredible importance to the genre scene, both for Canadians and internationally.

On Spec isn’t alone in their struggles. Most magazine publishers have been ringing the alarm bells for some time now, especially after Amazon drastically reduced the ability to subscribe to their publications through its online service (a significant source of revenue for many magazines). There have been a number of magazines that have shut down over the last little while, and there will no doubt be more to come.

There are ways to support your favourite magazines, though. Many use Kickstarters to raise funds for the year, such as Uncanny, while others are increasingly using Patreon — see, for example, Beneath Ceaseless SkiesApexGrimdarkBourbon PennPulp Literature, etc. And there’s a good selection of magazines available on Weightless Books, either by the issue or by annual subscription. Often you can buy issues directly from the magazine publishers as well so they don’t have to pay a cut to another service — see Weird Horror magazine, for example.

So if you want to see your favourite magazines survive and keep providing you with reading material please support them today with a subscription or purchase of an issue! You may make the difference to the magazine continuing on or not.

As always, thanks for reading!

Azrael and the Dead Man’s Hand on Locus’s Recommended Reading List

I am beyond thrilled to see my latest tale of Azrael the angel gunslinger, The Angel Azrael and the Dead Man’s Hand, on Locus’s 2024 Recommended Reading List. It’s a wonderful honour, and I’m very grateful Azrael continues to find readers. Many thanks to Beneath Ceaseless Skies for publishing Azrael and the Dead Man’s Hand!

This marks the seventh Azrael tale in Beneath Ceaseless Skies. Here they are in order of publication:

Excerpt from The Angel Azrael and the Dead Man’s Hand:

The angel Azrael rode the dead horse across the broken land under the light of a half moon until he came across a graveyard that seemed to have no end. Wooden crosses stretched away to the horizon, more than he could count. Many of the crosses were bent close to the earth by time and the elements. Some were decorated with worn hats or gun belts with guns still in their holsters while others were adorned with bits of tattered lace or other fabric. None of the crosses bore names, at least none that Azrael could see.

It had been a week since he’d last come across a trading post, and even then the proprietor had been the only living soul there. Azrael had traded her a feather from his ruined wings for some of her homemade whiskey, served in a battered cup decorated with bloodstains. The whiskey had left his thoughts in a haze for days, but Azrael was relatively certain the woman hadn’t mentioned this field of the buried dead. Maybe she’d never ventured this way. Or maybe there was some other reason she hadn’t said anything. Either way, it wasn’t the first time Azrael had stumbled across a forgotten graveyard in the middle of nowhere. The world was made of such places.

Azrael scanned the night sky for the buzzards that trailed him everywhere, and because he had the eyes of an angel, he was able to pick them out of the darkness. They were hanging back, as if they didn’t like the looks of all those crosses stretching to the end of the world. Azrael reined in the dead horse, contemplating whether he should pick some different direction to wander. But then he caught a flicker of light in the distance, and a few seconds after that the faint sounds of glasses clinking together. It was a sound he’d heard countless times before, and it meant there was a saloon ahead. And where there was a saloon, there was real whiskey. He rode on, ignoring the warning of the buzzards, because his saddlebags were as empty of spirits as everything else.

A cluster of structures grew out of the night as he neared some sort of small town in the middle of the graveyard. Although to call it a town was to embellish its nature considerably. There were three buildings side by side and leaning against each other like they would fall down if not for the others. A saloon, a hotel, and a church, in that order. Only the saloon had lights flickering in the windows, courtesy of the candles inside. There were none of the usual sounds of laughter or quarrelling coming from such a place. Instead, the whole town was as quiet as the surrounding graveyard.

The crosses stopped a few dozen feet away from the walls of the buildings, but the space around the town wasn’t empty. It was full of wagons that looked as weathered as the crosses. They were piled with wooden crates and barrels, bundles of shovels and hoes, rolls of canvas and rope, and so on. All the cargo had a thick layer of dust upon it, suggesting the wagons had been out here some time. As if abandoned or forgotten. A couple of the wagons were covered and held sleeping mats spread out inside, indicating they were home to entire families. Another wagon had painted words on the side of it. Sky’s Elixirs for Good Health and the Preservation of Your Soul. There was no sign of horses or any other beast of burden. Nor were there any roads leading to this town or away. Whatever travellers had come here must have done so in a distant enough past that the elements had covered up their tracks.

It was a peculiar sight, nearly as odd as the vast graveyard itself. But Azrael didn’t dwell on it. He’d seen plenty of peculiar things in his travels, and he wasn’t planning on lingering in this place.

Read an excerpt of The Apocalypse Ark on The Civilian Reader

The Civilian Reader has posted an excerpt of The Apocalypse Ark, the third book in my Cross series of supernatural thrillers. The Civilian Reader previously posted excerpts of the first two books in the series, The Mona Lisa Sacrifice and The Dead Hamlets. If you haven’t yet read the books, here’s a chance to preview them. If you have read them, thanks for reading!

Weird Fantasy – The January 2025 Bibliofiles edition

I leaned toward fantasy reads this month — the weirder the better. And there were some real weird reads in this edition of the Bibliofiles.


Fiction

Sycamore by Ian Rogers

I’ve always loved Ian Rogers’ tales of The Black Lands, an eerie and deadly realm that intersects with our own and provides PI Felix Renn with supernatural creatures to investigate. So I was delighted to read Sycamore, which follows Renn to small-town Ontario and a mystery involving a string of murders, a missing man, a mysterious librarian, an eerie child — and a hidden portal to the Black Lands. Weird lit at its finest. You’ll be afraid of the dark all over again.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/220978924-sycamore


We Are the Dead by Mike Shackle

What happens when the bad guys win in a fantasy novel and take over the world? The resistance fights back, of course. This is the premise of We Are the Dead by Mike Shackle. The land of Jia is overrun by the Egril hordes, which have united under a mysterious leader with powerful magic. Jia falls instantly to the Egril forces, which rule the land through a puppet government. But not everyone is willing to accept their rule. Brutal, bloody and action-packed, this is a nice twist of the blade for the fantasy genre.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/42602296-we-are-the-dead


Kaiju Agonistes by Scott Lynch

A well-meaning but increasingly monstrous kaiju goes head to head with politicians in this blackly comic and delightful tale.

Link: https://www.uncannymagazine.com/article/kaiju-agonistes/


Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennett

Foundryside by Robert Jackson Bennett presents one of the most original worlds to ever hit the fantasy genre. The city of Tevanne is ruled by merchant houses that use a hybrid of magic and technology to maintain their power and live a near godlike existence. The entire society is built upon the practice of scriving — altering reality by inscribing objects with enchanted sigils to convince them to act in ways contrary to their nature. Scrived pieces of wood can be hard as stone, swords can hit much harder than they should be capable of, lights can burn forever and so on.

The only problem is no one truly understands how it works. The technology comes from an ancient race long gone who had attained the power of godhood, and the people of Tevanne are trying to understand it as they slowly piece the remains together.

But Foundryside is not just an impressive piece of worldbuilding. It’s also a clever heist tale, as the thief Sancia steals an artifact that turns out to be from that ancient race — and is itself sentient. Sancia is a unique character herself, as she is a scrived human being that can essentially hear the thoughts of inanimate objects — the result of unthinkable experiments by the rulers of Tevanne.

It’s also very much a political novel as it depicts deep divides between the wealthy and the poor, between those who aspire to godhood and those who are trapped in the worst gutters of humanity. There are more than a few parallels to our own society here.

There’s even a philosophical element, as Foundryside explores what is to be human — and what it is to be a god. And there’s an interesting angle in our AI age of what it means to be a sentient object.

All of these things come together over the course of the book, as the secrets of the dead race are discovered and the story shifts from being a clever fantasy novel to a near existential horror. If you’re looking for a truly different reading experience unlike anything else in the genre, then Foundryside is the book for you.

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37173847-foundryside


The Fantasy Writer’s Assistant by Jeffery Ford

The Fantasy Writer’s Assistant is one of the weirdest and best collections I’ve ever experienced. Humans on a strange planet dress as old movie stars for celebrity-obsessed aliens. An interviewer has tea with a very odd Jules Verne. A writer obsessed with a mysterious Kafka story finds himself at odds with the writer Jeffrey Ford. And many more tales straight out of Twilight Zone episodes written by Borges. 

Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39748.The_Fantasy_Writer_s_Assistant_and_Other_Stories


The Wish Doctor by Arlen Feldman

A charming tale about an expert in contracts for binding djinn who finds himself summoned to the royal palace to study the most important contract of his life and find the hidden trap. 

Link: https://www.baen.com/wish_doctor


Non-fiction

The Big Five Publishers Have Killed Literary Fiction by Elizabeth Kaye Cook and Melanie Jennings

Is consolidation among the big publishers slowly killing off literary fiction? And can the small presses save it?

Link: https://www.persuasion.community/p/the-big-five-publishers-have-killed


New Star Pushed Over the Ledge

The world of CanLit was shocked and puzzled when publisher New Star suddenly announced it was shutting down. Now it seems a dispute with the BC Arts Council may have led to the closure. 

Link: https://shush.substack.com/p/new-star-pushed-over-the-ledge