New excerpt from TROPIC OF KANSAS at Tor.com (plus a review at Boing Boing)

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There’s a new excerpt from the opening of my forthcoming novel TROPIC OF KANSAS up at Tor.com, in which a young fugitive is deported back to a U.S.A. that has been walled off—from the other side. Over at Boing Boing, sharing the excerpt, Cory Doctorow provided a preview of his amazing and generous review, saying “Brown’s novel is just what you’d hope for from a long-awaited debut like this: a book that excites, provokes and terrifies.” 

Tor.com: Tropic of Kansas

Boing Boing: “An excerpt from Tropic of Kansas, a novel about a Trumpian, dystopian America”

Kelly Link on Tropic of Kansas

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“The great American novel about the end of America.” Pretty stoked by this wonderful quote from the amazing (and generous) Kelly Link—2016 Pulitzer Prize finalist and award-winning author of GET IN TROUBLE, PRETTY MONSTERS, and MAGIC FOR BEGINNERS—about TROPIC OF KANSAS, coming your way in just a few more weeks.

Preorder details here.

Tropic of Kansas Audiobook and other news

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The flat proofs of the full cover of Tropic of Kansas arrived here at the hobbit hole yesterday, and they look fantastic.

I’m pleased to share the news that the novel will also be available as an audiobook from Blackstone Audio, narrated by Josh Bloomberg and Bahni Turpin. I got to hear early samples, and they sound amazing, adding tremendous depth and feeling to what’s on the page.  You can preorder it for download or compact disk from Blackstone or Amazon. (Still working on the mixtape.)

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Bahni Turpin (L) and Josh Bloomberg (R)

And the first major trade review is in, a generous and mostly spoiler-free one from Publishers Weekly, with a great synopsis, and this:

Debut novelist Brown brings a mordant sensibility to his depiction of a ‘flyover country’ that is no longer willing to have its patriotism exploited and its land degraded for other people’s profits. His characters do not easily triumph, because he respects them too much to cheapen the costs that they must bear to succeed.”

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The Rule of Capture

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The Rule of Capture,” my contribution to the debut issue of RECKONING, the new journal of sf-inflected writing on environmental justice from the amazing Michael DeLuca, is now available online after originally appearing in print last winter solstice. The piece is about foxes, realtors, and the future—a somewhat experimental bit of narrative nonfiction that blurs into fiction.

The Rule of Capture” — Reckoning magazine.

 

Joe R. Landsale on TROPIC OF KANSAS

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I was stoked to read what my hero Joe R. Lansdale just had to say about Tropic of Kansas. Joe’s work was a big influence on the book, and Joe’s example as a writer (and as a person) sets a very high bar. Big smile. Sundance TV is working on the third season of its excellent adaptation of Joe’s Hap and Leonard books—check it out if you haven’t already, or better yet go directly to the source.

TROPIC OF KANSAS—the galley proofs

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Detail of the half title page from the galleys TROPIC OF KANSAS, in from the printer last week and about to be sent out to early readers. Design by Renata de Oliveira.

(Yes, I had to read a glossary of publishing terms to learn what a half title is.)

Forthcoming July 11, 2017. Preorder details here. Now available for preorder at HarperCollinsAmazon, and Barnes & Noble.

TROPIC OF KANSAS—the unboxing

Cross-posting this video of my editor David Pomerico unboxing the ARCs to TROPIC OF KANSAS. Just got my first copies and they look amazing. The design team did an incredible job of conveying the aesthetic of the text in the cover and interiors.

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Cover by Owen Corrigan. Analog broadcast flag, signal and noise.

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Interiors by Renata de Oliveira. I especially love this image of Old Glory as street art chipping away.

Forthcoming July 11, 2017. Preorder details here. Now available for preorder at HarperCollins, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.

Democracy, dystopia, and the cult of the CEO

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“In the year 2018, nations have bankrupted and disappeared, replaced by corporations.”

Over at Medium, I just posted some thoughts on CEO presidents and the idea of “running government like a business.”  And the more important question of what Rollerball has to do with it all:

You’re Fired—Democracy, Dystopia and the Cult of the CEO

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The other day I found a military helicopter hovering over my house. We live in the flightpath—the ancient avian flightpath and VFR aid of the Lower Colorado River, and the approach to the airport—so passing helicopters are a daily experience. But you could hear how close this one was, and you could hear the distinct chop, that heavy and slow Nam vintage sound of a Bell Huey. Apocalypse Now. When I stepped out of the old trailer I use as my front yard office, there it was, close enough that if you were on the roof you could probably jump and grab the rails. And as soon as I got my phone out to film it, it peeled off as if caught snooping.

We see all sorts of curious things in the sky over here. An abundance of raptors live in the woods between the highway and the river. This time of year, when the trees are still naked, the hawks lord over the forest floor and the big barred owls come out at dusk. In the morning the osprey cruise over the river, dive-bombing the fat fish when they come up close to the surface. Sometimes you will see a northern caracara, the rugged crested eagle of the Mexican flag, sitting on the rocky beach gnawing on fresh kill. The belted kingfishers buzz around in pairs, their rattling calls like machine reels. If you walk back around the old wetland remnant behind the dairy plant, chances are one of the big herons will lift up into the foggy air before you like the last pterodactyl.

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Under skies like this, it’s easy to become both a birder and a planespotter. If you pay attention, you start to notice weird stuff passing over. I saw a Mitsubishi Zero once, Tora Tora Tora all the way, the first of many warbirds, usually old fighters flown by the outfit that used to call itself the Confederate Air Force, and sometimes a big bomber. Once in a while the fighter jets will come screaming over at a low altitude, presumably trainers from one of the USAF bases in San Antonio. The Austin airport used to be an Air Force base, with B-52s pointed at our southern border. Wolverines!

I started using one of those flight tracker apps on my phone to augment the silhouettes I see in the sky, pulling up flight plans and call sign info. They don’t show military aircraft, but they show everything else, and I am sure at some point I will have a Trevor Paglen-worthy revelation of some dark traffic beyond the corporate jets headed out to the oil patch and the mysterious windowless cargo planes lumbering off to faraway shores. Last fall I saw an eastbound jumbo jet at around 20,000 feet with an escort of five fighters in tight formation. The app didn’t show the 747 or whatever it was, but said the fighters were registered to NASA. I watched their avatar on the screen, supposedly en route to Ellington base in Houston, but then they headed out over the Gulf and suddenly disappeared. The truth is out there.

Seeing signs of the military-industrial power of the federal state used to be a curiosity more than a threat. Little moments of wonder, manifestations of the technothriller fantastic in the mundane fabric of everyday life. They feel different now, under the dark mien of the new jefe and his scowling barons. When I posted the video of the chopper over my house a friend joked that I must have provoked such attention with my writing. I should be so lucky, I said, knowing that the likely explanation was the curious design of our house, a buried modernist bungalow camouflaged by a shaggy green roof, and the natural proclivity of all pilots to gawk at interesting sights. But there’s no question that the everyday projections of federal force are now infused with fresh fear, because that’s how they want us to feel. Especially, it seems, how they want some of our neighbors to feel, here under the Six Flags.

The ICE raids started yesterday. Forty-four people rounded up here on the first day. At the bar last night, two friends who teach grade school told us about their terrified students sharing the viral news, wondering if they would go home to find their parents gone. We heard from people we know worried about how they might be affected, asking us how we might help. The newspaper says the raids are focused only on “criminal aliens,” but you know it is also about generating fear, about actively destabilizing community. You know it’s about retribution and discipline, in a “sanctuary city” whose leaders have the temerity to express defiance. And when you see the armed representatives of the federal state now, rolling out into the streets, you realize that Texas and Yemen are not so far apart.

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