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Thursday, July 17, 2003

"Well what I say is, dear, whatever gets you through the night."

If any of you know how to fix LiveJournal feeds, or have any ideas how we can, the "official gaiman" one seems to have pretty much rolled over and died...


I woke up too early, so started reading Robin McKinley's forthcoming novel "SUNSHINE" in the bath. It's an astonishing piece of work. A gripping, funny, page-turning pretty much perfect work of magical literature that exists more or less at the unlikely crossroads of Chocolat, Interview With a Vampire, Misery and the tale of Beauty and the Beast. It's not quite SF, and it's not really horror, and only kind of a love story, and it's all three while still being solidly Fantastique. It also does that nice thing where the author assumes the readers are smart, and she treats us like we're smart, and we purr and get smarter and work harder for all that. It'll be nominated for awards, and win them; in the meantime I really hope, when it's published, it finds its audience, which is, potentially, huge.

The last few times I've been to the San Diego Comic-Con, the con has put me up in suites that have been more or less the size of football fields. So when my daughter Holly asked to come in, I said sure, and figured I'd put her up in an ice-hockey-rink sized corner of the suite. But I'm in a different hotel this time, and the suites here are very very small, and sort of politely suites in name only, and I'm now kicking myself for not having got Holly a hotel room of her own, back when there were hotel rooms to be found in San Diego. She flies in this afternoon, and I suspect we'll spend the rest of the convention tripping over each other. (But I was here first! I have the actual bedroom...)


I noticed in a recent post in your blog an excellent example of use of the word "bugger". How many British colloquialisms (sp?) are you holding on to despite several years of American residence?


All of them, except the ones which have come in since I left the country, which I tend to decline to use on the grounds that I will subtly get things wrong, and it'll be like the year (it was about 1976) that my grandmother decided that "groovy" and "whatever gets you through the night" were things that grandmothers said.

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There's a Newsarama piece on WOLVES IN THE WALLS here (and it links to their interviews with me about Endless Nights and 1602.)