Review Roundup

QUIETUS has been in the wild for a month now, and a number of reviews are in. I'm intensely thrilled to see my novel's name in so many of the places it's appeared. There may have been a tear or two!

Here are some highlights:

From The Guardian:

 From Angry Robot Books

From Angry Robot Books

"The US writer burst on to the SF scene this year with a stunning novel about an extraterrestrial who has arrived in 14th-century Italy to study the black death. The juxtaposition of alien and human cultures at the heart of Quietus allows Palmgren to ask a host of knotty philosophical questions, as well as to tell an emotionally affecting story."

From Publishers Weekly:

"Habidah is an appealing, intelligent heroine, and the intricate story effectively tackles big themes such as free will and mortality, but Palmgren’s impeccably built, immersive setting of plague-era Italy is more accessible than the complex elements of the multiverse. Readers looking for something exciting from a promising new voice will find Palmgren’s debut worth their time."

From Paul Di Filippo's review for Locus: 

"Palmgren’s virtues as a writer are evident from page one. First off, he creates a cast of utterly rounded characters, Habidah first and foremost. Her reluctance ever to return to her home is just one of the engaging tidbits about her. These ultra-sophisticated, nearly posthuman Unity folks (they are laced with “demiorganic” implants and ridealong NAIs) are the endpoint essences of thousands of years of culture. (The Unity has been around for fifteen millennia.) Yet their motives and emotions remain relatable. Niccolucio and his fellow natives exhibit a completely believable mentality for this historical 1400s as we know that era. And when you put the two types together, the cognitive dissonance is enchanting.

As for the rich setting: not to spoil anything, I hope, but I can say that over eighty percent of the book takes place on the planet, and thus we are almost reading a historical novel insofar as Palmgren seeks to recreates this period. And indeed, he succeeds with gusto. From the misery and stinks to the faith and art, he conjures up a vivid representation. (A subplot involving the Avignon papacy and Meloku is intriguing.) When the book does shift to a more high-tech venue, the author unleashes a gosh-wow torrent of van-Vogtian superscience and enigmatic strategies."

QUIETUS is available at all the retailers on the left of this page and more. TERMINUS will be out this November.

Interview Roundup

 From an interview with DJ at MyLifeMyBooksMyEscape

From an interview with DJ at MyLifeMyBooksMyEscape

I've had the chance to interview with some wonderful people, not only about QUIETUS and its release this month, but also about my life and my writing. Links and highlights!

First up, Sally Janin interviewed me for the Qwillery. A highlight:

"TQ:  In Quietus who was the easiest character to write and why? The hardest and why?

Tristan:  I thought Niccoluccio would be my biggest challenge, as there were so many details about monastic life that I felt I had to get right. The anthropologists, though they come from a different universe, were deliberately given a "modern" perspective, and so I thought their voices would come a little more easily. But Niccoluccio and I turned out to be after broadly the same things in life.

The most challenging character to write for was one of the anthropologists on Habidah's team, Meloku. Meloku is the most alien of Quietus's viewpoint characters. She's been living with an AI companion inside her head for years, embedded in her thoughts, and that's shaped her in all the worst ways you can imagine. She's not cruel, but she is cold in a way that I found difficult to write while maintaining reasons to care about her.

The key to unlocking her turned out to be her anger. She's a very angry person, though she does not acknowledge that. She has fair reason to be angry."

I also interviewed with DJ at MyLifeMyBooksMyEscape:

DJ: Did you have a particular goal when you began writing Quietus? Was there a particular message or meaning you are hoping to get across when readers finish it? Or is there perhaps a certain theme to the story?

Tristan: I’ve always been entranced by alternate history, but less recently by What-If scenarios, and more by alternate history’s power to make history seem alive. Kim Stanley Robinson’s The Years of Rice and Salt lit a fire under me. It’s easy to look ahead and see an array of possibilities. But when we look back, history starts to seem like just a linear sequence of events. It feels constrained. We can’t pretend that we don’t know the outcomes. Alternate history, speculative history, robs us of that certainty, and helps us understand the choices people made without the benefit of hindsight.

Quietus is not alternate history, or secret history, but it fits on the same shelf. I wanted readers to approach the Black Death without the certainty that hindsight brings. The certainties that Habidah and her anthropologists bring do not help them in the slightest.

I spoke with Elaine Aldred of Strange Alliances via Skype chat, and she transcribed our conversation:

Elaine: Niccolucio, the monk, is a very interesting and appropriate character because of the way he fitted into the developing storyline. I got the sense that Niccolucio may have been the driving force behind the creation of the novel.

Tristan: He popped up first. He actually has a real-life counterpart of brother Gherardo who was also a Carthusian monk. He was the sole survivor of his monastery. He was alone in the monastery for several months during a hard winter with only his dogs for company. Obviously, his life then took a different course to Niccolucio’s, but he immediately stood out to me the moment I read his story and I knew I wanted to include that story in my writing.

Finally, Mary Robinette Kowal was also gracious enough to allow me space on her blog, at her My Favorite Bits column, in which I describe my favorite parts of QUIETUS: 

It’s not just knowing the events of history that spoil things for me, either. It’s our worldview: everything we know and think we know about things like the age of the Earth, astronomy, geology, religion, and more. I can pretend not to know these things, but that’s all it is: a pretense. It’s always there, and it’s always going to be a barrier to understanding a historical novel’s characters and their crises.

I wrote Quietus to foreground that problem. Dr Habidah Shen and her team of extradimensional anthropologists have come, for desperate reasons of their own, to Europe in the 1340s to witness the Black Death. Habidah knows her biases are a problem. She tries to, but can’t, surmount them.

Thank you to everyone who lent me their space to write and speak!

Announcement - TERMINUS

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Over at the Barnes & Noble Sci-Fi And Fantasy blog, you can find a reveal I've been sitting on for a while and am tremendously excited about--TERMINUS, the sequel to QUIETUS, will be coming out from Angry Robot Books on November 6 of this year!

The description spoils some of the end of QUIETUS. Fair warning!

Operatives from an alien culture struggle to survive in medieval Italy, in the SF sequel to the astonishing Quietus.

The transdimensional empire, the Unity, has dissolved. Its rulers and agents have been exiled, stranded across a thousand planes of existence. Empires don’t die gladly. The living planarship Ways and Means has ended the Black Death ravaging medieval Europe, but it has bigger plans for Earth. Someone is trying to kill former Unity agent Osia. Spy-turned-anthropologist Meloku becomes a target, too, when she catches the planarship hiding the extent of its meddling. While they fight to survive, Fiametta—Italian soldier, mercenary, and heretical preacher—raises an army and a religious revolt, aiming to split her world in half.

You can preorder it at Barnes & Noble and all of the usual suspects. And if you haven't read QUIETUS, you can do that right now!

QUIETUS Out Now

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On March 1st, QUIETUS released in the UK. Today, the contagion crossed the ocean and washed ashore in North America.

This book has been an intense journey. I've gone from being buried under research, to scribbling a draft during unpaid time in the company break room, to taking it the throes of editing and publication. I'm proud to be able to share it, and grateful for the help, support, and faith of the Angry Robot team.

Some of the release reviews have landed. From Kelly Anderson at Barnes & Nobles's Sci-Fi and Fantasy Blog:

"Habidah is a refreshing heroine in a genre that often seems overfilled with one-note examples of “strong women.” Her intellectual curiosity and doggedness are her superpower, strong enough to make those behind a conspiracy consider her a danger, even when she’s only able to track down half the answers. She faces the constant self-doubt, yet never fails to follow through and asks the hard questions when her suspicions are raised—even when doing so is tantamount to a death sentence."

Gary Tognetti, The 1000 Year Plan:

"Intelligent and engaging from the start, carefully conceived as both an intimate character study and a grandly epic adventure. Like its wonderful cover it seems to emerge from the mist, bathed in warm light, while its scale is terrifyingly sublime."

There's more to come. I'll be doing a round of interviews, podcasts, and blog posts, and I'll be sure to collect them here.

You can find QUIETUS at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and many other retailers--and of course on Angry Robot's e-shop.

 

Updates and Miscellany

Between day-to-day work, preparing for QUIETUS's impending release (two and a half weeks!), and digging into revisions for upcoming project, the past few weeks have kept me busy. I have plenty to share, though, and will have more soon.

Over at Goodreads, you can enter a giveaway to win a free copy of QUIETUS! 15 copies are headed out into the world, for free, and you can get a chance at one just by clicking a button.

I cannot PROMISE that Goodreads will prioritize entries made sooner rather than later, or confirm that that is even how the system works at all, but... you know... it never hurts to enter early.

If you will be at the Emerald City Comic Con, February 28-March 4th, come drop by the Angry Robot booth. You will be able to find me and several other Angry Robot authors there. I'll be attending the Thursday and Friday of the con, and will graciously and magnanimously accept any drinks you offer to buy me.

I will be flying to Seattle for the con. It has been years since I have last flown, but I'm sure things have only improved since then. The experience of air travel must have hit its nadir at some point. Right?

QUIETUS now available on NetGallery

Are you a book reviewer or book-reviewer-adjacent? Librarian? Bookseller? Any and all of the above and more? QUIETUS is now available on NetGallery along with a slew of recently-added titles from Angry Robot Books. Look at all those wonderful covers! 

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There are some delightful words inside them, too. You can find QUIETUS and all of these titles on Angry Robot's NetGallery publisher page, here.

Christmas Comes Only For the Living

Angry Robot all over the world are waking up in unmarked graves this holiday season--or, more often, not waking up. Our robot overlords at Angry Robot Books have decided to afford a chance to live to see the new year, with the catch that only one of us will. And we have to earn that privilege. The Christmas Deathmatch Flash Fiction contest is well underway. While I've already been left in a shallow ditch (a bloody hole in my Christmas vest) after trying to off novelist and Obsidian Games narrative director Carrie Patel with a sentient Baby's First Christmas ornament, you can come read all of our 250 word flash fiction entries on Twitter, under the Christmas Deathmatch hashtag.

Announcement - QUIETUS

It is officially official -- Angry Robot Books, a fantastic UK SF/F/WTF press, will be publishing my debut science fiction novel QUIETUS in March, 2018!

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That's not sunlight.

The official summary from Angry Robot--

A transdimensional anthropologist can’t keep herself from interfering with Earth’s darkest period of history in this brilliant science fiction debut

Niccolucio, a young Florentine Carthusian monk, leads a devout life until the Black Death kills all of his brothers, leaving him alone and filled with doubt. Habidah, an anthropologist from another universe racked by plague, is overwhelmed by the suffering. Unable to maintain her observer neutrality, she saves Niccolucio from the brink of death.

Habidah discovers that neither her home’s plague nor her assignment on Niccolucio’s world are as she’s been led to believe. Suddenly the pair are drawn into a worlds-spanning conspiracy to topple an empire larger than the human imagination can contain.

Come see the full cover reveal (art by the amazing Dominic Harman), a teaser, and some other words at Barnes and Nobles's Science Fiction blog! An excerpt below, and more at the link: 

I’ve always been a very tactile person. My teachers used to scold me for running my hands along everything from waiting-line ropes to dirty walls to buses in parking lots. I love the produce department of grocery stores, one of the last places it’s socially acceptable to touch and squeeze everything.

When I read, and especially when I read history, I’m that child again. I want to reach in and grab it like it’s a snake, to run my hand up and down its scales. I don’t care if it bites. If it bit the people living in those times, those places, then I want to know it.

Science fiction and fantasy let me touch history.

My debut science fiction novel Quietus is full of the kind of history you can reach out and touch. It’s the shriveled, blackened toes poking through the snow. It’s the half-feral pigs staring balefully from medieval alleys. It’s the blood pooled beside the barber’s door. In Quietus, a team of extradimensional anthropologists visits a past recognizably our own as it’s wracked by the Black Death. They’re going to find out that history can only be understood through its sufferings, and that they’re going to get much closer to those sufferings than they realized.

But there’s a lot more to history than feel. Touching something is dangerous. You won’t be bitten by just the alley pigs. There’s a risk of infection, of cross-contamination. You don’t really want to touch those toes in the snow. You don’t know where they’ve been.

More importantly, they don’t know where you’ve been...

Pop Culture Confessional

I have a silly relationship with nostalgia.

I can feel nostalgic for things I never miss, or even things that I find hokey or actively annoying. I can board a long flight, not enjoy it, and still feel bad when it's over. I can dislike a television series more than I like it, and still coo when something else references it.

Star Trek has always traded in this feeling. Its absurdly-long-lasting and still-ongoing new series and films started decades after the original left the air. Every new bridge set, every saucer-and-nacelle model, is in some sense a recreation. Beyond that, though, Star Trek will sometimes rebuild the first sets, and try to convince you that they're the same ones.

 Various flavors of original series  Star Trek  sets. The only one from the 60s is top left. Images from  Memory Alpha  with a  Creative Commons license.

Various flavors of original series Star Trek sets. The only one from the 60s is top left. Images from Memory Alpha with a Creative Commons license.

Any of the old-style set recreations grab my attention. But the thing is, I can pull up any of the old episodes, at any moment, and not be half as interested. Or not even want to watch them, really. When the set and costumes and comforting background noises are the originals, my sense of awe of the sets and costuming disappears. Those things become background.

I used to think that I was being pandered to, even if I couldn't exactly figure out why I responded to the pandering. Reconstructions of the old sets mean nothing to my partner, for example. But there's something more than that happening.

This has been on my mind since I started playing the most recent expansion to the Baldur's Gate games. The two Baldur's Gate games were released in 1998 and 2000. This expansion, Siege of Dragonspear, was released in... 2016.

That was as much time as passed between Return of the Jedi and The Phantom Menace. For games, sixteen years is even more of an eternity. The Dungeons and Dragons ruleset, which Baldur's Gate and Siege of Dragonspear both used, has gone through three new editions. Siege of Dragonspear is still using 2nd edition rules. Siege of Dragonspear may be the last officially licensed 2nd edition product.

Now, the games have not exactly gone untouched. Beamdog, the company that released the new expansion, also re-released the originals as "Enhanced Editions" with some new content. But Siege of Dragonspear is on a scale unlike what they did before. Unlike the Enhanced Editions, they reunited much of the voice cast. And it was listening to the voice cast that made my breath catch.

In-game, Siege of Dragonspear does not draw attention to the years that have passed between this and the original releases. It takes place between the games. The intended course for a player through it is to finish the first game, play this, and then go on to the second game.

Unlike Star TrekSiege of Dragonspear does not trade in nostalgia beyond the simple fact that it exists. In what I've played so far, the expansion visits some of the original games' locations, but it does not dwell on them. In fact, it curtails the player's ability to visit them. Sprawling city blocks that, in the originals, had a dozen locations of interest and maybe two critical to the plot, are cut to just the plot-important locations. Old characters are not reintroduced with dramatic flourishes or musical stings. They're just there--as, from their perspective, they always have been.

The opening cinematic is narrated by Kevin Michael Richardson, who was also the narrator (among other roles) for the original games.

Every time I hear the voice cast, the fact of their presence grabs my attention. The silly part is, I had just heard these voices before starting this interquel. I'll hear them again as soon as I move on to the second game. They won't have the same effect on me there, and not just because I've played the games before.

What all of this is forcing me to do is to think about the game's production. I don't usually do that, largely because of the medium I chose to work in, but also because of the short-sighted way I view other work.

In short stories and novels, deep behind-the-scenes analysis is rarely a part of the reading. Most writers, myself included, would sooner vomit on you than show you a rough draft. Few writers will even talk about research processes. I construct stories all the time, every day, in whatever time I can spare, but I don't think enough about how other people produce their stories--especially in other media.

I follow authors, but rarely actors or directors. This was a conscious decision I made when I was young. When I was old enough to begin to recognize the artifice in films, see the strings and painted backdrops, I pushed that to the background. Even at an older age, I wanted to believe that the screen was a window into another world--that I could go to the Enterprise bridge and feel tritanium and not plywood. I didn't want to know what was really underneath those carpets.

Now no film or other work can ever be removed from its context. As of course I grew up I became more and more aware that everything is a product of its time, of the people who made it and their biases, and so it. But there has always been a part of me that did not want to peel back a film any farther than that. I never wanted to see casting videos, behind-the-set photos, interviews with actors, or so on.

In Star Trek and Siege of Dragonspear, I appreciate those things in ways that I've trained myself early on to avoid. I want to see how perfectly a set can be recreated, hear actors pick up sixteen-year-old roles.

Getting so much of the old voice cast back together for Siege of Dragonspear feels like an immense accomplishment. This not to minimize the work that went into casting the original games. But a revival has much more rigid expectations. Every departure is noticed; every detail is going to be picked over. The originals had to be very good. The new expansion has to be very good and "true" to the source. Every time one of the characters from the originals appears, I'm caught in suspense, trying to figure out if they'll get it "right."

The way I read these stories has been crucial to my development as a writer. I want to immerse myself in the fiction, believe that it's real, whether I'm reading or writing. So far, that's meant not seeing the sets, the actors, the lighting, and all the other minutiae of production. I used to think that following the career paths of actors and directors was a distraction from their art. But it's another way of reading them. I feel like I'm waking up to something most other people realize in second grade. There are connections I'm not seeing, statements that have gone unread, because of what I programmed myself to ignore.

Resurrecting media whose sets have been destroyed, whose actors have moved on, forces me to pay attention. It's been a silly way for me to realize what I should have long ago. The ways I've trained myself to interpret media have been valuable for me, but I can't rely on them forever.

It's not enough to watch, read, and listen to new things. I need to find new ways to decipher them, too.

Shaping the Project

I'm under the general misconception that I know what I'm doing until I actually start doing it.  Even in my more detailed outlines, my plans for a novel are nebulous.  They look pretty, they can expand to fill plenty of space, but there's not much substance to them.

The substance that actually fills that space ends up being much different than I imagined.  Some space is left unfilled, and that's all right.  Some of the finished work has grown strange new limbs, spiraled off in unexpected directions.  It makes for a messy and lumpen rough draft, but I've gotten better and better at addressing that in revision.  

It's worth the work.  The finished substance is usually bigger and better than I would have believed at the outset.  If I'm good and lucky, some of the original intent is still visible.

My current big project, Quietus, has been one of the latter.  It's changed significantly in the details and the margins since I started sketching it out, but I can still recognize my goal.

Whenever I read history, I couldn't escape a feeling of futility, of partiality.  For as much as I tried to understand the people I read about, their lifestyles and their values, there was too much of myself, of my lifestyle and values, getting in the way.  I found, and still find, it particularly difficult to grasp their religious values.  No matter where I went or how hard I squinted, I couldn't escape my own shortcomings.  At best I could try to minimize them, but that didn't feel like enough.

Quietus began as an attempt to directly address this in narrative.  It would be a story about the Black Death, about the people cut down by the Black Death and their survivors, but told in a modern voice, through modern sensibilities.  Anthropologists from an other-dimensional Earth visit and study the Black Death to learn how to cope with a mass death event of their own.  I wanted to highlight our biases and tell a story that was as much about the things we bring to history as history itself.

Of course, things mutated from there.  They always do with me.  The anthropologists were meant to come from a world much more like ours than the heady, multiverse-spanning, conspiracy-driven civilization of the finished draft.  But Quietus continues to be a story about the ways in which we see and change history as much as it is about history itself.  All of the otherworldly elements, while leading in their own new directions, continue to support that.  

There is no way to understand history without bringing ourselves into it.  If I visiting history, I think I would make some of the same mistakes as Quietus's anthropologists.  

And I would end up regretting them just as much as they do.