So I received a couple of emails yesterday. One from my nice publicist, Chloe, at MacMillan, pointing me to a great review of "God of Clocks" at Strange Horizons.
About a third of the way into God of Clocks, one of the characters remarks:
"We've got two hundred men and a drunk of a god locked up in a fucking inn" (p. 129)
It is a casual remark, and the reader doesn't blink. This is a quiet day at the office for Campbell and his characters.
Before I get on to talking about what an exuberant, bloody and brilliant novel this is I need to first point out that God of Clocks is the final volume of the Deepgate Codex, concluding the trilogy that began with Scar Night (2006) and was continued by Iron Angel (2008). (There is also a related and now sold out novella, Lye Street (2008), from Subterranean Press.) And yet, I like it.
The other email was from my agent, Simon, wishing me a happy release day. The book officially went on sale in the UK yesterday, but I'd been too busy writing the next one to notice.
Actually, the next book had been a bit of a head-scratcher until this last week. I knew the story I was writing, and I knew the characters, but I wasn't sure if I'd begun it in the best place. Something didn't feel right. Something was missing. But then I had one of those little ideas that clicked neatly into the place and the whole thing suddenly started to gather momentum. And now it's galloping along, and I feel good. All in all, it's been a fine week.
About a third of the way into God of Clocks, one of the characters remarks:
"We've got two hundred men and a drunk of a god locked up in a fucking inn" (p. 129)
It is a casual remark, and the reader doesn't blink. This is a quiet day at the office for Campbell and his characters.
Before I get on to talking about what an exuberant, bloody and brilliant novel this is I need to first point out that God of Clocks is the final volume of the Deepgate Codex, concluding the trilogy that began with Scar Night (2006) and was continued by Iron Angel (2008). (There is also a related and now sold out novella, Lye Street (2008), from Subterranean Press.) And yet, I like it.
The other email was from my agent, Simon, wishing me a happy release day. The book officially went on sale in the UK yesterday, but I'd been too busy writing the next one to notice.
Actually, the next book had been a bit of a head-scratcher until this last week. I knew the story I was writing, and I knew the characters, but I wasn't sure if I'd begun it in the best place. Something didn't feel right. Something was missing. But then I had one of those little ideas that clicked neatly into the place and the whole thing suddenly started to gather momentum. And now it's galloping along, and I feel good. All in all, it's been a fine week.
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posted by Alan Campbell | 11:17 AM
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