Author Archive: jsomers

Jeff Somers (www.jeffreysomers.com) was born in Jersey City, New Jersey and regrets nothing. He is the author of Lifers, the Avery Cates series published by Orbit Books, Chum from Tyrus Books, and We Are Not Good People from Pocket Books. He sold his first novel at age 16 to a tiny publisher in California which quickly went out of business and has spent the last two decades assuring potential publishers that this was a coincidence. Jeff publishes a zine called The Inner Swine and has also published a few dozen short stories; his story “Sift, Almost Invisible, Through” appeared in the anthology Crimes by Moonlight, published by Berkley Hardcover and edited by Charlaine Harris. His guitar playing is a plague upon his household and his lovely wife The Duchess is convinced he would wither and die if left to his own devices.

Lifers

Lifers by Jeff SomersIt occurs to me that it’s been 10 years, more or less, since my first novel, Lifers, was published. Originally written in 1997, Lifers is the sordid tale of three young men who plot to rob the office where one of them works, more as a rebellion against settling into maturity than anything else. It’s not a very long novel. It doesn’t have a happy ending, really, though there’s no tragedy in it. I didn’t have an agent back in 1999 when I started shopping the book, so I went through The Writer’s Market and just mailed a query and/or samples to any publisher who would look at an unsolicited submission.

I heard back from an outfit called Creative Arts Books out in California, a small press. They sent me your standard subsidy-publishing ambush. Nowhere in their listings did they call themselves a subsidy/vanity publisher (and I believe for a long time prior they actually had been a traditional small press), but suddenly they were offering to “publish” my book for a fee. Despite being young and agentless, even I was not stupid enough to fall for that. This was actually the third time I’d been ambushed by subsidy publishers – twice before I’d sent a query off to a company that made no mention of vanity publishing, only to get what I’ve come to call the “In These Difficult Economic Times” letter, where they claim that it is no longer possible for a small press to publish new authors unless the author is willing to pony up part of the printing costs of the book. Sometimes they offer you a bigger royalty as a carrot in this deal, but the fact is once you pay for the printing of the book they’ve actually already made a profit off of you, and therefore have very little reason to market or even distribute your novel.

So, I told Creative Arts to fuck off. No, really, I did. I wrote them a letter back saying fuck off, burn the manuscript, you suck.

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Une revue pour vous!

The Final EvolutionWell, it’s June, which means it’s just a few short weeks until the official release of #5 in the Cates series, The Final Evolution. Over in the U.K., we have our first review of the book over at The Bookbag:

“. . . when Cates is proven to be the one man to save the world, we find it suitably meaty, and gripping, despite that old saw – and it’s a rich nightmare of post-apocalypse for him to be saving, as well . . . Somers is an author of some powerful genre talents.”

Huzzah! We are a genius.

I also note the book is listed on IO9’s “Your Ultimate Survival Guide to June’s Science Fiction and Fantasy” calendar, although they are under the impression the title is The Final Evilution. What’s with people getting the title of this book hilariously wrong?

Anyways: Go forth and pre-order, or I will mail a monkey to your house. Which mail not sound like much of a threat, but that’s only because you’ve never opened a badly ventilated box containing a really hungry, pissed-off monkey.

The Greatest Book Trailer Ever Made

When working on a book trailer for The Final Evolution, I had a lot of great ideas that were cruelly shunned by my Corporate Masters. As a result the official trailer is quite somber and serious. Fantastic, of course, but somber. And serious.

I saw no reason to trash all of my insanely great ideas for another trailer go to waste. So, featuring booze, pantslessness, and profanity, here is

B  A  M  !

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WsasRVOGZLM

I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled

Marriage and the Creeping Incompetence
from volume 12, issue 2 of The Inner Swine, 2006

THERE is a certain smoothing mechanism to marriage, or at least there is when you enter into it as a lazy, somewhat grooming-challenged and disorganized person like me.

The phenomenon is difficult to explain but is undeniable — a lot of us go into marriage sweaty, disdainful of society’s norms, and somewhat unhygienic, only to emerge on the other side looking like a movie star. Or at least closer to looking like a movie star than you ever looked before by an order of magnitude. Gaining a spouse often means gaining other things as well, especially since opposites do tend, in general, to attract. So some people will gain an accountant, some will gain a butler or chambermaid, and some will gain a stylist.

Sure, sometimes this is disagreeable and amounts to being remade in your spouse’s image of who they’d meant to marry before you threw yourself bodily at them and conned them to the altar through a mixture of booze, charm, and Jedi Mind Tricks. More often, however, this is a beneficial situation, this smoothing, and usually involves a trade of skills. In my case, my wife provides to me a general smoothing — the skill set of a stylist, really. Not every day, or even on a regular basis — only when a public appearance is required.

In short, she makes sure that whenever we have an important event to attend I emerge from the house looking vaguely sane and prosperous, instead of the deranged hobo look I usually employ. After all, who can be bothered to actually find clean clothes every day, or shave on a regular basis, or not be drunk by 10 AM every day? not me, boyo — I’m not fancy-pants movie star. But because I have gained a wife, a few times a year I get to live like a movie star. Assuming movie stars are also menaced from room to room of their apartment by their stick-bearing wives who threaten all sorts of terrible things if they don’t clean up their acts right quick.

Thankfully, this only happens a few times a year and is probably good for me. But it does beg the question: Is this just a difference of opinion concerning my personal style (me: sublime; The Duchess: stunted, insofar as it is thought to actually exist), or am I being made incompetent?

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This Is a Photograph of Me

by Margaret Atwood

This Is a Photograph of Me

It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and grey flecks
blended with the paper;

then, as you scan
it, you see in the left-hand corner
a thing that is like a branch: part of a tree
(balsam or spruce) emerging
and, to the right, halfway up
what ought to be a gentle
slope, a small frame house.

In the background there is a lake,
and beyond that, some low hills.

(The photograph was taken
the day after I drowned.

I am in the lake, in the center
of the picture, just under the surface.

It is difficult to say where
precisely, or to say
how large or small I am:
the effect of water
on light is a distortion

but if you look long enough,
eventually
you will be able to see me.)

Monks Don’t Need Zippers

I almost forgot to post this pic from fan of the Cates novels John Paul Cokes:

John Paul Cokes

John writes:

“I am a huge fan of the Electric Church series and I can’t wait for the next book to come out. Attached is an illustration of my concept for the monk character from your books. I plan on doing one more design. I’m an aspiring concept and storyboard artist so this is to help my portfolio and to show my love for the stories. I hope you enjoy.”

http://www.johnpaulcokes.com/

Wo0t! Thanks to John for sending it, and for letting me post it!