Finch for a Thursday

Jeff VanderMeer • July 16th, 2009 @ 6:20 pm • Fiction, News

We’re into that space of time between which review copies go out for Finch, my new novel, and the actual publication of same on November 1st. There will definitely be a big book release party at World Fantasy in San Jose, which will kick off my six-week, two-coast tour (also behind Booklife).

Into this space enters the inevitable outliers, as those who have glimpsed an advance copy for various reasons blog about it.

– J.M. McDermott notes the layering in of the details of a failed state.

– David Moles comments on the novel as a noir mystery and also how it further expands on the theme of colonization and attempted genocide.

– Paul Jessup gushes about the Boschian influence and the devouring of genre.

– Jeffrey Thomas points to how the novel effectively answers questions raised by the first two books in the Ambergris cycle, notices that, although multi-layered, Finch is fast-paced–as well as the multi-faceted nature of the characters.

But my favorite quote is from another writer who emailed me and said, “Fucking awesome, man. Laughter like dogs being strangled (Yeah, thanks–I can actually hear that sound in my head now), the skery (very witty, that), the grey cap guns (should he have been feeding it?)… I think it’s safe to say you’ve stocked my nightmare image cupboard for about the next seven years. But there are some lovely moments of quiet emotional acuity as well.”

Also, more blurbs, including this one from Stephen R. Donaldson: “I can’t remember ever reading a book like Finch. Audacious in technique, and extravagent in imagination, it has the rare quality of making the macabre poignant. In the midst of a disturbed and disturbing narrative landscape, Jeff VanderMeer gives us deeply sympathetic characters–especially Finch himself–who inspire us to care about their flawed and tyrannized world. I’m impressed.”

And now, since you’ve sat through all of that, here’s another short excerpt. Buy early. Buy often. Buy while there’s still money. And electricity.

***

Woke to a weight on the bed next to him. Went rigid. Sucked in his breath. Reached for his gun. Then relaxed. Recognized the smell of her sweat, some subtle perfume behind it. Sintra Caraval. The woman who had been part of his life for the last two years. She smelled good.
He could feel her staring at the back of his head. Her breath on his back. He smiled. Didn’t open his eyes. She kissed his neck.

She was naked. Smooth, soft feel of her breasts against his shoulders. He was instantly hard. Opened his eyes. Turned over on his back. Sintra turned with him so she was nestled under his left arm. A surge of happiness startled him. Through the window: dim light creating shadows out of the darkness. Her brown skin somehow luminous against it. She’d told him she was half nimblytod, half dogghe. Tribes that had lived in Ambergris since before settlement. Before the gray caps.
Even in the darkness, Finch knew her face. Thick, expressive eyebrows. Green eyes. Full lips. A thin scar across the left cheek he’d never gotten her to talk about. A nose a little too long for her face, which gave her a questioning look.

A lilt to the ends of her sentences as she whispered in his ear: “I let myself in. I wasn’t trying to startle you.”

He started to get up, to lock the door. She pushed him back down.
“I locked the door behind me. No one else can get in.”

Finch stopped resisting her. The key was the greatest act of trust between them. Was that good or bad?

“Sintra,” he said sleepily, bringing his right arm around to cup one breast. “I could get used to you. I really could.” Not really listening to what he was saying. Still waking up. Reduced to the kind of meaningless words he’d mouthed at fifteen. Having sex in his room with the neighbor’s daughter while his father was out.

“You could get used to me?” she said.

When mock-angry with him, she raised her eyebrows in a way he loved.

“A bad joke,” he said. Hugged her closer. “I’m already used to you.” Kissed the top of her head. Relaxed against her, the shudder that had been building up overtaking him. Then gone.

Then, more awake: “Let’s escape. Tonight.”

He’d worked it out in his head hundreds of times. Along the shore of the HFZ at dusk. A rowboat. Not a motorboat. To the end of the bay. Then either west to the Kalif’s empire or south to Stockton. West because it was easier to get through the security zones in the desert. He knew places there. Places his father had shown him on maps.

Escape. Now.

Imagined she was grimacing, there, in the dark. The way she always did when he mentioned it.

“Bad night?” she asked.

“Confusing night.” He’d had to eat not one but two memory bulbs, experience the lives of the dead.

“Tell me later.”

Then she was kissing him and he was kissing her. Tongue curled against tongue. The salt of her in his mouth. A hunger. A need. His hand between her muscular thighs. His cock in her hand. A pulse. A current that made him want to touch, to kiss, every part of her. Warmth and softness at his fingertips. Burning in her hand. An intake of breath. A little sighing cry. He turned and turned until he was above her, his elbows brushing her shoulders. Moaned as he slid into her and kept kissing her. Dissolving his poisoned thoughts. Not thinking at all. Becoming someone else.

She felt so good that he had to stop for a moment. Locked his elbows to hold himself up over her, looked into her eyes, her hands on his chest.

“I love your neck,” he said, and kissed it. “And your eyes.” Kissed her eyelids. He could see her better now, light colonizing shadows.
She wasn’t smiling back. Wasn’t responding.

“John,” she said, looking worried. “John, you’re crying blood.”

She wiped a too-dark tear away with her finger.

“Am I?” he said, trying to smile, and came with a long shuddering groan before the thought could hit him.

Occupational hazard.

14 Responses to “Finch for a Thursday”

  1. Hellbound Heart says:

    me read.

    me want.

    peace and love…..

  2. drax says:

    November 1st can’t come fast enough, no spit; didn’t listen to the podcast, stopped reading the excerpts a while ago. I want it. All of it! One big-ass shot of unfiltered, uninterrupted FINCH, man!

  3. Scott M. says:

    What drax said!

  4. Bryan Russell says:

    Interesting commentary. And did I detect a slight refrain of “War of All Against All” in JM’s post? I’m not sure I can survive another such thread…

  5. John R. Fultz says:

    I can’t wait for this book. I’ve started spreading the word over at the Black Gate SFFNet messageboards.

    Thanks for keeping Ambergris alive, Jeff!

    John

  6. Mary says:

    Can’t order now, don’t know where I’ll be living in November due to workish type things and would hate for the book to turn up in the wrong hemisphere. The horror!

    …and was the writer who emailed you China Mieville by any chance? That’s whose voice popped into my head when I read that quote… Probably wildly off base, subconscious throwing a wild pitch, late on a Friday night etc etc…

  7. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    Nope, it was Richard K. Morgan, who this morning offered up this quote:

    “Fungal noir. Steampunk delerium. Paranoid spy thriller, quite literally, on ‘shrooms. Look, you don’t send just anyone to write something like that – you send Jeff Vandermeer. Because you know that
    come Hell or Highwater (and both are right here in this book), Vandermeer will Get the Job Done. There’s enough nightmare and grit in “Finch” to stock any urban fantasy fan’s darkest imaginings for
    years to come. But Vandermeer makes most so-called dark fantasy look like chick-lit, and his visionary brand of imagining is closing on Burroughs at his best. Devastated post-war cityscapes, desperate
    temporary allegiances of the soul, and creatures dragged up out of the worst withdrawal hallucination you can possibly imagine – like something Len Deighton might have written at the top of his game, if
    he’d dropped a tab or six beforehand. This is a clear signal, if one were ever needed, that VanderMeer remains one of modern fantasy’s most original and fearless pioneers.”

  8. Jeff VanderMeer says:

    Thanks, John. I do think this book, given its main character and the slightly more conventional plot structure, and being fast-paced, will appeal to a lot of different types of readers.

  9. Rob says:

    As a fan(atic) of Ambergris I’m counting the days.

  10. Alex Carnegie says:

    In total agreement with Drax on all counts: CAN’T WAIT!

    Am particularly interested to see how Finch serves as a conclusion/culmination of the Ambergris cycle. It’s quite exciting and in a way almost daunting to think that the journey I’ve been on through City of Saints and Shriek is almost over and that after all these years and pages I could soon be at the “centre of the maze”.

  11. Magess says:

    Is all of the prose like the excerpt?

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