Nebula: It Rhymes with Amalebula (sort of)
Our own Amal El-Mohtar, who has blogged for us about Saladin Ahmed and Fantasy in the Middle East, and about whom our other own Patty Templeton has blogged, has received a Nebula Award nomination for her short story, “The Green Book.”
So, first of all, YIPPEE!!! Regardless of outcome, I have promised to make her a TIARA fashioned from the ANDROMEDA GALAXY, with the Flame Nebula for a center stone! This will take mighty sorcery, so if you see any explosions coming from the direction of Palatine, Illinois… run.
And second of all, here’s where you can read “The Green Book” online. It first appeared in the November 2010 issue of Apex Magazine, edited by Cat Valente.
And third of all, Rich Horton will be reprinting “The Green Book” in his upcoming anthology, The Year’s Best Science Fiction and Fantasy, so there will soon be an opportunity to HOLD it and LOVE it and sleep with it UNDER YOUR PILLOW!
(…I mean, not that you ALL have to do that. Some of us have a long-term intimacy with Ms. El-Mohtar’s fiction and poetry. Some of us have signed copies of The Honey Month. Not to make you jealous or anything. ‘Cause, you know, jealousy’s the green-eyed monster and all. So beware. )
Again, Amal — one thousand congratulations on your pretty head!
Congratulations Amal!! If you win a Nebula, can I hold it? Just for a little while.
Amalface, you mustn’t trust Mr. O’Neill — even if he IS a fellow Canadian.
He has robot minions who will spirit your treasures away to his castle in the arctic circle, where you will have to journey, wearing out three pairs of iron shoes on the way.
But if you MUST, then I’ll come with you. ROAD TRIP!
Thank you SO MUCH, Claireface! For post and for wise words about John-O’s nefariousnesses.
Never did trust him, though. How could I, and him with so sly a twinkle in those Irish eyes?
We are both SO very-very wise, we ought to be called SOPHIA 1 and SOPHIA 2.
Any case, darlin’, you’re most welcome for the post!
It’s O’Neill’s fault though — he MADE me write this blog. You know, it was like pulling teeth. I railed and kicked, and said, WHY, GODS, WHY? But he said it had to be done. “For greatness, glory and the might of El-Mohtar,” he said.
So how could I not?
Hmm. Perhaps I ought to revise my opinion of the O’Neill. What say you, Sophia 1?
Naaaaahhhh, Sophia 2.
Revisions could be dangerous, and anyway would only encourage him to make me work harder — and perhaps for not so NOBLE a cause as your August Self.
But I’m sure if you winked a wee eyelid at him, it would just make his day! He’d totally swoon. Never fear for his limbs; surely the robots’d catch him!
Claire IS one of my robot minions. I built her using leftover parts from the Atlas space program, and Jean Baptiste’s sculpture of Helen of Troy.
Not so of Amal, however. She descended from heaven on a shaft of sunlight. Wearing that black cocktail dress, I might point out.
You only WISH you could take credit for me, O’Neill.
Okay, so maybe you replaced that leg when it got pierced through with that crossbow bolt at the Isle of Forgotten Dreams. What of it? That doesn’t make me YOURS.
Besides, your ACTUAL robot minions take offense when a cyborg like me gets mislabeled. They do not think I deserve such honors.
You’re right about Amal, though. But only partially. It was a shaft of starlight. But perhaps those stars are suns of other worlds. She was totally wearing the dress.
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