My short story, The Word of God, was just re-published by ChiZine in their Chiaroscuro project. As it happens, today is Israel’s independence day, which makes this a bit bitter-sweet: it reminds me how far we are from having true independence – independence from god. I mean, I like god in its proper place – literature. As for its place in real life, I can only quote B. A. Baracus: “I pity the fools!”
My story, The Word of God (translated into English by Lavie Tidhar), now appears at the World SF Blog. Right here.
The book stall at the Tel Aviv Cinematheque got several copies of The Year’s Best SF&F, 2010, in which my story A Painter, A Sheep and a Boa Constrictor is included.
Left: the first printed copies of the Hebrew edition of The Tel Aviv Dossier. Right: Fellow author Lavie Tidhar with the anthology he edited, The Apex Book of World SF, in which another story of mine appears.
About a year ago, a book I’ve written with Lavie Tidhar, The Tel Aviv Dossier, has been published by ChiZine Publications in Canada. This week I’m happy to announce the release of the Hebrew edition, by Odyssey Press.
The Boston Book Bums blog has just reviewed The Tel Aviv Dossier:
The book’s strength comes from its unapologetic balance of surrealism and biblical authenticity. While some may get hung up on the weirdly comedic moments juxtaposed by death and revelation, the strangeness is actually magnified by realizing the writing team might be showing us new books of the Bible, but with a dark slap stick touch.
And an interview with Lavie and myself has just been published by SF Signal, celebrating the 2nd edition of the book:
CT: You’re both flexible writers but which format are you most comfortable with? The short story or the novel? What do you think are the strengths of each?
LT: I’m more flexible than Nir because I have less of a body mass. The guy is huge! Did you know he played a monster in a horror movie? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFXQfn47cwU) And that’s not make-up, either!
NY: I only look huge to you, lad, because of my charisma. That’s quite understandable. However, I take pity of you small people – I’m talking here about your mental capacities, of course – so my reign is generous and peaceful.
The city in the sky floats on a too black, too high and mostly too heavy cloud. Both emit a constant rain of sewer and trash on everything unlucky enough to be positioning underneath, and especially on the cumulus villages, whose poor inhabitants never get to quietly herd their wooly clouds and make a decent living.
From time to time, delegations of angry villagers come to the city and register a complaint, but no one has the tiniest clue what they’re talking about. The weather in the city is always fine, and only several feather clouds are seen in the sky. There’s no sign of trash and the air is clear, if cold and a bit thin. The villagers, choked, frozen and green with envy, return to their homes empty handed, and spend the rest of their days cleaning the sewer and the trash and trying, in vain, to avoid the course of the flying city.
One day they shall rise up, attack the city, set it on fire, empty it of its inhabitants and push it away, far, far away, never to be seen again. Only then they’ll find out that their own wooly clouds must feed upon rains of sewer and trash, and nothing else. But by then it will be too late.
SF Signal are running five excerpts from The Tel Aviv Dossier. Here’s the first one.
I just got word from our kind publishers that The Tel Aviv Dossier now has its own Kindle edition available in Amazon. Here’s the link.
…and so it came to be that a home (page) was erected for your humble servant, in the far-away kingdom of Amazon. Right there.
My story, The Believers, now available online in ChiZine. Don’t click if you’re too Jewish…