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.

Me and Phil Palmer

The Terminal State_Version 43 CoversA few weeks ago, my chipper UK editor Anna Gregson asked me if I’d participate in a little cross-promotion with another Orbit author, the ridiculously talented and charming Philip Palmer, since we both had books coming out within a month of each other (The Terminal State for me; Version 43 for Phil). We were both enthusiastic about the idea, since we admired each other’s work and were on long-distance friendly terms (the best kind for me, as I tend to be inebriated and belligerent in person). Anna suggested we each submit to interviews for a short documentary centering around our main characters – Avery Cates for me and the eponymous Version 43 for Phil. I expected a cheerful, friendly exchange of literary views. Things did not go … as planned.

For a while the publisher considered not doing anything with the footage, but in the end the fact that they’d spent almost $45 American dollars on the project convinced them they had to wring at least some publicity out of the project, so they’ve started posting episodes. Here’s the first one:

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zeyVeagJ7mc)

For one thing, I filmed about 75 hours worth of interviews and submitted about 30 hours of animations. I was told this would show at film festivals and that Orbit was considering buying some TV time to air the edited version. Now it looks like Orbit has edited this down to about twenty minutes of total footage. I am outraged. Someday I am going to get up before noon, put on some pants, and file a lawsuit.

Secondly, I was extremely disappointed in the passive aggressive (and later simply aggressive) manner that Phil Palmer chose to adopt in his filmed portions. I started off a huge fan of Phil Palmer, person and writer. I’m still a fan of the writer.

Exam

NOTE: This little essay discusses the 2009 film Exam, and contains spoilers pretty much from the first sentence. If you imagine you might someday watch this film and fear spoilers, read no further.

ExamExam is a small little movie I’d describe as Sci Fi, though it’s main thrust is mindfuck/thriller territory. It’s one of a few recent SF films (another that pops to mind being Cube) which combines low budgets made to look slick by the simple expedient of setting the entire movie in one room, more or less, and the plot engine of several disparate people who must work together despite mistrust and paranoia to surmount the plot obstacle. They’re also usually extremely high-concept, with tight little premises that appeal to me. I love a story that turns on one simple but potentially brilliant device.

When I was a kid in grammar school, we were once given a test (this might have been 3rd or 4th grade, I forget). We were told to read all of the instructions before beginning the test. There were about 50 instructions/questions on the page, starting with “Write your name on top of this sheet” or something similar. If you read all the way to the bottom, the last instruction said “Do not perform any of the instructions before this one”. In other words, the whole point of the test was to teach us that good drones in society always pay very close attention to instructions — the kids who started working immediately and didn’t read all the way through failed, where those of us who read everything and smugly put our pencils down passed.

To this day, I’m not sure if passing was a good thing. Am I smart, or just exceptionally well-trained by my societal masters?

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A Smattering of Reviews

It’s fantastic to see reviews of your books pop up years after they’ve published. Here’s a smattering of reviews that have popped up on the Intarwebs recently, just in case someone is inexplicably reading my blog but dithering on whether or not to buy my novels (inexplicable because of the mind control subliminals I use, naturally. HOW ARE YOU RESISTING THEM? I’ll have to unleash the winged monkeys on you instead).

  • Floor to Ceiling Books liked The Electric Church, babies: “The Electric Church read like a cross between Richard Morgan and Ocean’s Eleven – pared-down, noir and with a body count that defies belief. The humour is black and biting and the action is non-stop.”
  • Bookcrastination reviewed The Terminal State: “??Filled with all the run-and-shoot action fans of the series have come to expect, this ride is non-stop … I’m already pining for next year’s release.”
  • Elitist Book Reviews reviewed The Digital Plague: “… these books are a riot. Following Avery Cates on his violent and gruesome adventures is the equivalent to a summer blockbuster movie. There are gunfights and explosions enough to satisfy, and the action keeps moving throughout the book at a breakneck pace.”

So what are you waiting for? Oh, right: Someone to give the books to you, or someone to sell you one for a penny on eBay. Bastards!

Friday is Guitar Day

Why not? I have nothing interesting to say today, so why not post some more of my lameTASTIC! guitar songs, and taunt the universe with my special brand of Cool[TM]?

While I’m no Eddie Van Halen or Les Paul, my guitar playing is a testament to the value of teaching: IF you could hear where I started a few years ago, you would be equally amazed at my progress.

Song270: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song270.mp3

Song271: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song271.mp3

Song272: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song272.mp3

Song277: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song277.mp3

Song283: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song283.mp3

Song288: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song288.mp3

Song289: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song289.mp3

Song290: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song290.mp3

Song292: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song292.mp3

Song294: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song294.mp3

Song_dirty_rap: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song_dirty_rap.mp3

Song296: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song296.mp3

Song297: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song297.mp3

Song298: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song298.mp3

Song300: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song300.mp3

Song301: http://www.jeffreysomers.com/blather/song301.mp3

The usual disclaimer: 1. I admit these are not great music; 2. I claim copyright anyway, so there; 3. No, I cannot do anything about the general quality of the mix, as I am incompetent.