For those of you wanting the dead tree version of Driving Ambition, you can now get them online! The link here will take you to the publisher’s website. You can also get Kindle and Kobo versions of course. And if you want to buy one direct from the author– just flag me down at any event I’m attending!
Mad Scientist Journal is publishing my short story “Every Little Star”. this one’s not in my Cars and Artificial Intelligences stream, but in my Gerry Anderson Meets Nigel Kneale By Way of Alan Turing stream, and features the first female moonbase commander learning how to be her best self. Purchase at the link in all electronic formats.
I’ve made multiple visits to Japan and Singapore, and had a visiting fellowship in Taipei for a while, but only ever visited Beijing once. This was in 2006, when the city was clearly well on its way towards becoming a glass-and-chrome metropolis, but really wasn’t all the way there. Looking back, it occurs to me that it’s changed a lot, and people might like to see some of what it looked like at that complicated time:
(seconds before the photo below was taken, the chain came off the gears, and the driver literally hooked it back on with his foot)
A blacksmith fixing a wheelchair:
Old buildings and mosaics, probably gone now:
The old site of the Pan Asia Games:
A Christian wedding at a church:
Dong An Market…
and a state “Friendship Store”.
Man selling rabbits in the subways under the road:
Man selling books off the back of, yes, a rickshaw, above the subway:
Gas masks in the closet in my hotel, a little bit scary:
Finally, fish. Every shop had its lucky goldfish, this jade retailer was making them do marketing work too:
It’s official! Obverse Books’ The Black Archive series, which is a collection of book-length in-depth examinations of every Doctor Who story from 1963 to the present, has announced that I’ll be writing their volume on The Robots of Death, which will be coming out in 2020.
More details closer to the time!
Toronto friends– I’m going to be at the Bakka-Phoenix Holiday Party at Bakka-Phoenix Books, 84 Harbord Street, from 2 PM on the 15th of December, signing books, answering questions and generally being all author-y. Be there and get your copy!
While I was working at Car Factory, my grandmother died. This wasn’t unexpected; she was ninety-eight and, although she’d been quite independent for most of that time, her health had taken a sudden turn for the worse in the previous six months. But she was someone I visited at least once a year and spoke to on the phone every week, so it was something of an emotional shock.
The day after I got the news, I was on the line, and talking with my line partner (I did the left side of the car, she did the right) about my grandmother, trying to process the information and remembering what an important person she’d been in my life. After a bit, my line partner frowned.
“What was her name?” she asked.
“Margaret– Peggy Moore,” I answered.
My line partner frowned harder. “Not Peggy from Upholstry Fittings?”
Well, of course it wasn’t– my grandmother lived a good three hours’ train journey from Oxfordshire. But it was interesting she might think so. My line partner had a grown son working on another part of the line, and his younger brother was likely to join him. Another female co-worker had grown up in the shadow of the factory and spoke proudly about how her father and grandfather had worked there.
Which goes some way to explaining why people in the local area would campaign to keep the factory going, even when the owner wasn’t too enthusiastic; why they welcomed the factory’s current owner, even in a political and social climate which was generally suspicious of foreign ownership, and why, if they complained about any of the factory’s previous owners at all, it was about ones who had generally given little evidence of caring about the local community at all.
Now, I’m not going to start pretending that corporations are benign local citizens. In and of themselves, they’re not. They’re in it to make money, at the end of the day. But, particularly when they’re in the area for multiple generations, like Car Factory was, they can become a big part of people’s lives.
Imagine people living next to a huge dragon that spends most of its time sleeping. In and of itself, it’s just being a dragon. But the added sulphur from its breath and fewmets improves crops; it’s a striking part of the landscape. People take pride in the fact that other people think of them as the villagers who live next to the dragon. Occasionally, yes, it wakes up and eats the sheep; but it’s also a living, breathing being that’s a part of your life, and has been a part of your parents’ grandparents’ and great-grandparents’ lives. And may well be a part of your children and grandchildren’s.
And that, in a way, is family.
…in another format, just in case you missed the others!
From today, I’m starting a new feature on this blog.
The backstory: One of the things I teach is leadership theory. In order to make it more fun for the students (and for myself), I started doing a lecture where I used examples drawn from Game Of Thrones. This got to be enough of a thing that I was asked to develop a cut-down version as a taster lecture to give to propsective students, which you can watch here if you like:
Since this is a blog about the anthropology of business, and about science fiction and fantasy, I’m building on this to do a series of posts focusing on different characters in Game of Thrones, and how their story relates to what we know about leadership.
This week: Daenarys Targaryen, and the pros and cons of charisma.