Wonders of a Godless World

This just in from The Mothership:




Isn't it beautiful? It has such a strong mood and it's very intriguing. We are all intrigued.

The animation is by James Gulliver Hancock, who also designed the gorgeous book jacket and composed the music in the clip. Clever fellow.

Wonders of A Godless World by Andrew McGahan is out in the world in October.
And well... would you look at that... October is tomorrow! Hurrah!

Good work, Sydney Onions!

And the eagerly awaited* finale to our Introductions Series is...

Jonathan Walker and Dan Hallett, with Five Wounds, in stores May 2010! Woo hoo!

Sometimes it's an editor’s job to enthuse the team and show them just why a book is so special, so intense, so wonderful. But often, the closer we are to a book, the more we love it, the more convinced we are by its genius, the harder that is to do. There must be some kind of Law to explain this – not quite Murphy’s, but in that ballpark.

Anyway, with this in mind, we present to you Five Wounds: A Dialogue

Rights: So, Five Wounds. It's very beautiful. What's it about?
Editor: Um. Well, funny you should ask.
Rights: That's what this meeting is about...
Editor: Oh, yes, that's right. Well, it's difficult to say exactly what it's about.
Rights: Haven't you read it?
Editor: Many times. There are so many different ways to read it, you see. And they're all incredible.
Rights: Riiight.
Editor: Oh, look over there! A squirrel!
Rights: We're in Australia. That's not an apt diversionary tactic. You were saying?
Editor: Yes. Um. Look, there's simply nothing like it. It's inspired by many sources, from Jeanette Winterson to the Uncanny X-Men, with a bit of Buffy thrown in. It possesses layers upon layers. Like an onion, as Donkey in Shrek would have it. Like an Onion.
Rights: Okaaay. But what's it about?
Editor: It's postmodern, biblical, dark and beautiful. It's an Illuminated Novel.
Rights: Yesss. So it is.
Editor: Are you into heraldry, by any chance?
Rights: No, I'm not.
Editor: Oh, well, never mind. Well, it's about these five characters. They're all orphans of one sort or another. And each has a metaphysical wound. Sort of.
Rights: A metaphysical wound.
Editor: Yes. So this one character, his face is so malleable that he can look like anyone he chooses. But who is he himself? Another character used to have wings, but her father had them hacked off. Another was raised by a sect of dogs. And the thing is, all these wounds have significance. It's all about signs. There are clues, and riddles.
Rights: Now we're getting somewhere. I think.
Editor [on a roll now]: ...and it's possibly set in Venice or somewhere similar in a non-specific time. Sort of then, sort of now, like a fabulous fable. Magical realism as an oblique means of tackling trauma. It even has two endings!
Rights: Er...
Editor [frothing slightly]: And the artwork's amaaazing. There's Goya in there. Blake. Playing with perspectives like Escher. References to GK Chesterton, Egyptian hieroglyphics and mediaeval palmistry treatises.
Rights: Why are your fingers glued together?
Editor: Oh. Look, here's a dummy I prepared earlier with lots of spray adhesive whichmakesmetalkreallyfast. Take this and show the world.
Rights: Right. Yes, I'll do that, shall I? [exit stage right en route to Frankfurt, staggering slightly under enormous and spectacular dummy]



Jonathan grew up in England and now lives in Sydney. He began writing Five Wounds way back in 1994, when he was living in an attic on Venice's Lido. His interests include:

card games,
photography,
comic books,
cinema
and contemporary music.

And have a look at his gorgeous website.


Dan lives and works in Spain, and we're not sure what his interests are. [Mental note: schedule meeting in Spain to find out.]









So… Jonathan Walker and Dan Hallett – welcome to the House of Onion. We couldn’t be more pleased to be publishing this feast for the eyes, the mind and the soul.





*Confessions of the Cake-maker in Chief:
I confess it was all my fault that last week's steady serving of introductions was disrupted on Friday. But I managed to appease the blog goddesses with Torta alla Gianduia.



Tardy authors should note that with a little cake they can get away with anything short of murder around here. (It should also be noted that the weekend seemed to leave the blogesses in an unaccountably good mood.)

Phew

Bomber Thompson: "To St Kilda, footy sucks sometimes ... we were very, very lucky and we're very proud of what we've done."

Go cats.

A glitch in the matrix...

So. Here. We. Are. All atremble. So much so we have to interrupt our regular programming (again).

Apologies to all those looking forward to the final installment of our current Introducing... series. But who doesn't love a good dose of antici...






pation.

Stay tuned next week for our final (for now) welcome to the House of Onion.

Instead join us on a nostalgic* trip down memory lane (made in a desperate attempt to distract ourselves from the BIG GAME).

As Steph Bowe so eloquently puts it, sometimes: It sucks to be a teenager.

Sure, I remember times when I was all, "Be still my heart and cease thy frenzied beating..." because the Object of My Desire tossed five syllables (yes, I was a syllable-counter) in my general direction. And yes, I am fortunate enough to be able to recall occasional triumph on the sports field and the odd quiet moment of academic pride (as long as nobody else found out). And, it's true, I was soothed by the obsessive satisfaction of songs on repeat in my mind.

But I also still have in my heart the memory of that terrible, terrible despair, the loneliness, the fear, the almost incapacitating self-loathing and the red rage that found its way to my very fingertips.

And yes, I kept a diary. And I'm sure many of the entries would have had the same feel and tone as these heart-achingly raw diary entries extracted from Cringe: Toe-Curlingly Embarrassing Teenage Diaries, Letters and Bad Poetry (Sarah Brown, ed).

I'll never know though. And not because I destroyed it, which many people do once they surface and find themselves on a more even keel. No. I'll never know because I wrote in CODE and I am now completely unable to decipher it.

And I was so excited when, during the clean-up before the sale of my family home, I found my fat, well-thumbed, red-and-white diary with a broken lock. Pages and pages of cramped writing squashed into every line. I was insatiably curious to revisit that time of my life, even though I knew so much of it would be excruciating. But when I opened it, I was devastated to discover my heartfelt outpourings were lost to me. Impenetrable.

It's hardly the matrix, in fact there are no numbers at all. It's all coded-abbreviations and made-up words. And recognisable cross-references and cross-outs. Lots of cross-outs. And it seems to be in the third person. Sigh.

And, I wonder if this inaccessible code is actually an appropriate representation of my teenage years because, often, that's what it felt like - that there was a code to life, and everybody else seemed to be in on it, and I just couldn't quite decipher it. Or if I did have moments of clarity, they were fleeting and then the code would slip suddenly from my reach again.

Oh, I am so glad I never have to re-live those years, and I'm also glad I can remember with empathy. And perhaps that's one of the reasons why this Onion landed in a world where YA is celebrated.

* Ha! The power of nostalgia, hey? The best days of our lives? Sure.

Introducing... Rebecca James

We who work in publishing are supposed to be good at words. People expect us to win at scrabble, and excel at the quick crossword, and be able to dredge up a good synonym when one is needed. We are supposed to be fluent, articulate, maybe even erudite.

Sometimes, however, when passion overtakes us, eloquence flies out the window.

Case in point:

Editor: 'Hey, you know how we're introducing Rebecca James on the blog? Well is there anything you particularly want to say about Beautiful Malice?
Publisher 'I love it'
Editor: 'Yes. I see. Anything else?'
Publisher: 'I love it. I love it. I love it.'
Editor: "..."
Publisher: "I love it."

What's more, it appears that publishers all over the world are being rendered just as speechless by Rebecca's novel Beautiful Malice. It's already been sold to the UK, and in Germany people are using very exciting words like bidding and war. We are happy happy happy to be publishing Beautiful Malice here in Australia in May 2010.

And the reason for that is that the novel is freaking awesome.

We know words like 'unputdownable' and 'page turner' are overused by us supposedly fluent, articulate and erudite publishing types. But what do you say when you are so swept along by a story that you genuinely feel unable to stop reading, when to stop turning the pages causes you physical pain? What are you supposed to say then??

Well one good idea is to let the book speak for itself:

'Truth or dare?' she asks me.
'Truth.' I laugh. 'Definitely. I can imagine one of your dares, and I don't fancy running down Oxford Street naked tonight.'
'Truth.' Alice says, slowly, drawing out the vowel sound as if she's savouring the word. 'Are you sure? Are you sure you can be completely honest?'
'I think so. Try me.'
'Okay.' And then she looks at me curiously. 'So. Were you glad, deep down? Were you glad to be rid of her? Your perfect sister? Were you secretly glad when she was killed?'

And therein lies the proof that writers should be the ones living with the pressure to be good at Scrabble - because they, specifically Rebecca James, have all the good words. Rebecca has stolen all the good words and woven them together into a completely gripping story about murder, love, loyalty and betrayal. Bring on May 2010!

Here are some things about Rebecca:

1. She has designed kitchens for a living.
2. She keeps an excellent blog.
3. At one point she was the mother of four boys under four.*
4. Her sister, Wendy, is also a writer.
5. Despite having four boys and being a self-confessed procrastinator, she is already writing her next book.

So... Rebecca James - welcome to the House of Onion. We are deadset thrilled to have you in the family.



*If we weren't speechless before, we certainly would be now!

Introducing... Pat van Beirs and Jean-Claude van Rijckeghem

Vandaag willen we Jean-Claude van Rijckeghem en Pat van Beirs harte welkom heten in onze club!*

Today we are absolutely delighted to introduce Pat van Beirs and Jean-Claude van Rijckeghem - all the way from Belgium!

What can't this pair do? Sometimes separately, sometimes together, they write and produce films, they translate screenplays, they write books and they win awards - loads of awards. For instance, their novel Jonkvrouw has won six (6!) major European awards for Young Adult fiction. Jonkvrouw is the reason that we are welcoming Pat and Jean-Claude to the House of Onion.

Only we aren’t calling it Jonkvrouw, which, according to Pat, is an untranslatable word that in Dutch means ‘maiden, noblewoman, virgin, lady of free spirit and fiery spinster.’ (That may very well be the best word ever.) In April next year we are publishing our edition, which is called With A Sword in My Hand.

Of course, the text is in Dutch too, not just the title (I know, who would ever have guessed?) so it is being translated into English by the esteemed John Nieuwenhuizen, who has himself won many awards.

So, With A Sword in My Hand is being brought to you by the letters M, A, W & T, or what Hollywood might call a multi award-winning team. John has long been a valued member of the Onion family – and we’re so pleased that he’s opening this window for us into the utterly believable world created by Jean-Claude and Pat. It is the world of Marguerite van Male – only daughter of the Count of Flanders.

And you know what? We don't even need full sentences to convey how awesome this world is. Behold:

girl
sword
horse
adventure
Middle Ages
romance
castles
plague
knights
based on a true story

See? That is one exciting collection of words.

However, if you are a stickler who does insist on full sentences and maybe even a paragraph, we can’t do better than the author’s own description:

'During the Middle Ages, troubadours told their ballads by the blaze of the fire and by the light of many far too expensive candles. They gave colour to grey winter nights and brought romance into the monotonous lives of castle folk. Our With Sword in my Hand is such a ballad.

So… Jean-Claude and Pat – welkom, bienvenue, welcome to the House of Onion. We feel very privileged to be your Australian home!



*Dank je Bruno, for the Dutch lesson.

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Introducing... Karen Healey

If we could play the trumpet we'd be tootin'.

If we had bells, they'd be ringin'.

If there was music, we'd be jivin'.

And if we were Slash from Guns N' Roses* we'd be rockin' a 10 minute wailing guitar solo... because Karen Healey is in the House.

Which, my friends, is a fine thing indeed.

Here are some items of interest about Karen:

1. She grew up in a town which is famous for penguins.

2. She runs the feminist comics organisation girl-wonder.org.
3. As well as writing a novel and appearing regularly at an internet near you, she is also writing a PhD on superhero comics. (Hello, people - a PhD on superhero comics!) If you want to know more about that you'll have to ask Karen, because the whole thing about PhDs is that you have to know more than anyone else does about what it is that you know a lot about. (You can see why it's best if we don't explain these things.)

4. For a while she worked in a bookshop to support her books-comics-and-Diet Coke habit.
5. She is from New Zealand, which is also the home of many other cool things, like the chilly bin.

We have been so excited to have Karen in the House of Onion that we haven't been able to resist mentioning her already. But now it's time for her book to step into the spotlight: because Guardian of the Dead is a ludicrously good read, and we are publishing it in April** 2010. w00t!

So... what if we told you about a novel that has a main character called Ellie, who is smart and strong and courageous and funny?
And what if she is also a black-belt in taekwondo?
And what if she has interesting friends, and mortally scary enemies, and maybe a few other things in her life that are half-way in between?

If you are anything like us, you would say, 'Holy freakin' sweet, the only thing that could make this book any better is if it contained myth, magic, Māori and Pākehā , conflicting and complementary truths, the collision of the ancient and the modern, and different ways to view the world... oh and a love interest.'

To which we would reply... 'It's all there, INCLUDING THE HOT LOVE INTEREST.'

Then you would say, 'SIGN THIS WOMAN UP IMMEDIATELY'

And we would say, 'WE ALREADY DID. GUARDIAN OF THE DEAD IS OUT IN APRIL NEXT YEAR.

And then we would all relax and stop yelling and wait patiently with our hands clasped.

Our cover design isn't quite ready yet - so instead here is a picture of Karen herself:

I'm sorry, you may not take her home. But in April 2010, you may take home Guardian of the Dead.

So... Karen Healey - welcome to the House of Onion! We're delighted to have you, and we hope you'll put your feet up on the coffee table and make yourself at home.

* Don't even get us started on the missing apostrophe before the N
**It's entirely possible that if you read this post in the first 16 hours it was up you might have made note of a different pub date. Apologies for that. Editor-fail.

Introducing... Libba Bray!

Stamp your feet, swish your tail, chew your cud in an excited fashion because we are welcoming Libba Bray to the House of Onion! Mooooo!*

Why are we behaving like barnyard animals?

Because in February 2010 we will be unleashing Libba's wonderful book Going Bovine on an unsuspecting Australian public.

Here are some things about Libba:

1. She is related to Davy Crockett (on her mum's side.)

2. She names her computers.

3. She is the New York Times bestselling author of A Great and Terrible Beauty, Rebel Angels and The Sweet Far Thing.

4. She lives in New York City, where she can often be found not eating doughnuts (although she spells them differently).

5. Her latest book is Going Bovine, which we are publishing in Feb 2010. (Did we mention that?)

We're not quite sure how to define Going Bovine - it's a bit of a boundary-buster. What we do know is that we love it. In an attempt to be more specific we will ask ourselves some questions about it and then, helpfully, we will answer them.

Q) Who is Going Bovine for?

A) Teenagers. Oh and definitely adults. And certainly garden gnomes. Also probably some Norse gods would like it. And very possibly Miguel de Cervantes. But maybe cows should steer (ha!) clear.

Q) What is it like?

A) It's the funniest thing we've ever read. No wait, it's really sad and moving. And it certainly makes you think. But also it's a strange road-trip that just sweeps you along.

Q) Is there any romance in it?

A) Yes!

Q) Does it contain any penetrating philosophical questions?

A) Why, yes, Grasshopper.

Q) What about the main character, Cameron, will I like him?

A) You will love him! And then you will want to shake him by the shoulders and give him a good talking to, and then you will love him some more.

Go here to find Libba's official website.
Go here for her blog.
Go here to see a cow chewing its cud in an excited fashion.

We're desperately hoping that Libba will make it to Australia at some stage, and that when she does she will bring her cow suit to the House of Onion.

What cow suit? you ask.

THIS ONE... Behold the wonder...

If that video didn't move you (What are you, made of stone?), you can read other people's raves here, here and, well, all over the web really.

So... Libba Bray - welcome to the House of Onion! We're very pleased and proud to be publishing Going Bovine.

*Anyone who's read Margaret Mahy's The Tricksters will remember that moooo means good and grunt means bad. It's all mooooo round here this morning.

Friday good stuff and excellent items

Next week will be Trumpets, Bells and Drums week at Alien Onion.

We've got a swag of new authors on our 2010 list and we are particularly pleased and proud to welcome them to the House of Onion, so we're throwing a parade - par-ump-upum-pa!

We'll be introducing one a day all next week.

Some of these authors are new to us but well-known in the wider world, and some are publishing their very first novels.

So bring your tickertape, your confetti, your rice (or is that just weddings?) and get ready to throw things in celebration. (Hats in the air? Yes. Shoes at people's heads? No.)

BUT FIRST:

We are doing the dance of love all through the corridors of the House of Onion, past the (winsome, well-behaved) photocopier*, up and down the stairs, round the recycling bins and out onto the fire escape. Because look what has landed:


It's The Tango Collection, edited by the extraordinary and ever-effervescent Bernard Caleo.

And it's stuffed to the gills with clever, funny, moving, abrasive, rude, charming and delightful work, by creators who can take their pick as to which combination of those adjectives fits them best. It's a celebration of love in all its guises. Huzzah!

Wait, wait! (What key is it in?) It's not quite ready for you yet. But December will be upon us any moment. We can hardly wait to see it out there in the wild, glowing brightly in its beautiful red jacket. Tempting you... Teasing you... Seducing you ... Dancing away with you...


So until next week, folks, it's goodbye from me and it's goodbye from him.

No wait - that's someone else's sign off...

Good night, Australia?
Good night and good luck?
And that's the way it is?
Peter Harvey, Canberra?
Say hi to your mum for me?

Anon, anon! Come, let's away.



* Our photocopier has been a little obstreperous of late, so perhaps if we bestow it with our love and affection it will respond in kind...

I will tell you the truth. Trust me. - Liar!

We are so excited that Justine Larbalestier's brilliant new book Liar has almost hit the shelves. We've had so many lies to keep track of, and keep under our hats, so as soon as October rolls around, finally we'll be able to talk about them outside the House. Hooray!

And oh my, aren't we proud of our Bruno and his genius cover. It shouts to be picked up. It makes you want to run your hands over it, to caress that pooling blood (or is that just us and our fetish for embossing and spot gloss?).

We warn you, though, Liar is incredibly addictive. Once you pick it up and start reading, we suspect you'll find it pretty tricky to stop turning those pages.

We are also tickled pink that it's been attracting some very pleasing attention out in the world.*

Over here, the fabulous Lou Swinn & Zoe Dattner of Sleepers Publishing discuss it on their Twenty-first Century Bookshow - a terrifically refreshing, friendly and warm approach to talking about books. Pop on over and check out what they've been reading and recommending.

And look! We haz a trailer!

Oh, hello New York City. Colour us wanting to visit you immediately. If only there were some kind of portal linking Melbourne to NYC? Some kind of Magic door perhaps? Or would that be Madness?

*Okay, so some of the attention the original US cover attracted recently was not of the pleasing variety, but the outcome was. If you didn't see it splashed all over the internets at the time, you can catch up on the cover issue and the very interesting debate it sparked via the Publisher's Weekly articles and Justine's blog posts pre- and post- the decision to change the US jacket.

What is YA? II - or the boogeyman in the basement (UPDATED*)

Young Adult. As a category. It does tend to mystify certain people. Not us. We're not mystified. We're won over. But some [old adults?] are all furrowed brow and shrugged shoulders."What exactly is a young adult?" they ask. "Is it a teenager? Is it a twenty-something?"

Way back on the other side of Autumn we contemplated this very question. And, well, because it's one of the things we love most in the whole wide world, we do keep returning to it as a topic.

So how delighted are we that Karen Healey's first column for Strange Horizons was inspired by a contentiously named YA session - featuring Isobelle Carmody, Justine Larbalestier, Scott Westerfeld and chaired by the indomitable Agnes Nieuwenhuizen - at the recent Melbourne Writers Festival?

Just in case you are still wondering, we are very delighted. Taking Over the Grown-ups table indeed. Boogeymen in the basement my eye.

So scoot on over to Where the Popular Kids are Sitting and check out Karen's column. She has many clever and astute things to say, such as:

Young adult fiction and speculative fiction, to me, tend to ask the same eternally fascinating questions about identity and ethics, and often present their researches into those central questions in entertaining packages. It's not that adult literary fiction can't do the same, but my hit rate tends to be higher in those parts of the bookstore.

"Science fiction's what they used to call the YA section before there was a YA section," Westerfeld said, and effortlessly articulated the feeling I'd had for years.

And the best bit is that it's a regular column. Yes! We can bookmark it. We can keep coming back for more. Oh hooray. Hooray for Healey!

*UPDATE Ooh look! It's not just us and Karen Healey feeling the need to talk about what YA is - so is Mary Pearson, author of the very fine The Adoration of Jenna Fox. Check out her post, What YA Lit is and isn't, over at tor.com.