Strangeways returns Print E-mail

Strangeways2smThe second issue of my experiment in ebook publishing is now up.  James Patrick Kelly's Strangeways Number 2 is an exploration of time travel featuring my 2000 Hugo winning novelette "Ten to the Sixteenth to One" and the tragicomic "Unique Visitors."   Remember the Beverly Hillbillies?  "Unique Visitors" does.  Here also is an essay on time travel and a few other goodies.  The gorgeous cover is by Bob Eggleton and the design is once again by the irreplaceable Pablo Defendini.

 I call this an experiment because I have not yet discovered what I set out to learn with it: is there a market for this kind of inexpensive ebook (of mine)?   And if there is, how do I make the folks who might be interested in it aware that it exists?  If you are a Kelly fan, I would take it kindly if you would mention Strangeways on whatever flavor of social media you favor.  Also, it would be great if people started posting reviews on the Barnes & Noble and Kindle sites where these fine ebooks are for sale.    Even a hate review is better than silence (depending, that is, on the quality and potency of the hate!).    

My New Publishing Venture Print E-mail

StrangewaysnetsmI've launched a new ebook 'zine called James Patrick Kelly's Strangeways, currently available on the Kindle and the Nook .   Each issue will contain reprints two of my best stories and two essays and some bonus material.   Number 1 includes my multiple-award-losing novelette "Plus or Minus" and one of my personal favorite short stories "The Propagation of Light in a Vacuum," the only work of mine to contain a recipe!  Also an essay introducing the 'zine and another discussing our chances of reaching the stars.   And the cover -- the dazzling must-see cover is by John Picacio -- revised from the art that graced the December 2010 Asimov's.  I'm about to send Number 2, with a time travel theme, to my designer, the amazing Pablo Defendini; it will include my 1990 Hugo winner "10^16to 1" and another quirky short "Unique Visitors."

I've had my face pressed against the window of the various ebook stores for some time now; this is how I figure to get on the other side.  If you're a fan of the work, please pass the word!




Plus or Minus Print E-mail

Here is "Plus or Minus" which graced the cover of the December 2010 Asimov's.   As I type this it's a finalist for the Nebula Award given by the Science Fiction Writers of America, -- and now the Hugo Award, given by the World Science Fiction Society -- in the novelette category. If you don't care to read it online, you can download it here .


Plus or Minus


Everything changed once Beep found out that Mariska’s mother was the famous Natalya Volochkova. Mariska’s life aboard the Shining Legend went immediately from bad to awful. Even before he singled her out, she had decided that there was no way she’d be spending the rest of her teen years crewing on an asteroid bucket. Once Beep started persecuting her, she began counting down the remaining days of the run as if she were a prisoner. She tried explaining that she had no use for Natalya Volochkova, who had never been much of a mother to her, but Beep wouldn’t hear it. He didn’t care that Mariska had only signed on to the Shining Legend to get back at her mother for ruining her life.

Somehow that hadn’t worked out quite the way she had planned.



Going Deep Print E-mail
deepmoonMariska shivered when she realized that her room had been tapping at the dreamfeed for several minutes.  "The earth is up," it murmured in its gentle singing accent.  "Daddy Al is up and I am always up.  Now Mariska gets up."

Mariska groaned, determined not to allow her room in.  Recently she had been dreaming her own dreams of Jak and his long fingers and the fuzz on his chin and the way her throat tightened when she brushed up against him.  But this was one of her room's feeds, one of the best ones, one she had been having as long as she could remember.  In it, she was in space, but she wasn't on the moon and she wasn't wearing her hardsuit.  There were stars every way she turned.   Of course, she'd seen stars through the visor of her helmet but these were always different.  Not a scatter of light but a swarm.  And they were all were singing their names, calling to her to come to them.  She could just make out the closest ones:  Alpha Centauri.  Barnard's.  Wolf.  Lalande.  Luyten.  Sirius.

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