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Squeaking in at the end of the month with a brief update on what’s hot and what’s not in the world of Climate Writer Grant Price (hello SEO, keep me in first place, Google).

First up: publication! I had an essay accepted for the world’s favourite magazine, Litro. What is Litro? Apparently, they “publish stories that transport.” Just like a train. I was very keen to appear in their hallowed pages, so this is fantastic news. The essay is about the Reeperbahn in Hamburg and it features photographs from the Swedish lens maestro Anders Petersen and the black-and-white tyro Daniel Montenegro. It’s not out yet, but once it is published it’ll appear right here (under ‘Shorts’).

Second up: publication! I wrote an essay for a photobook by the photographer Martin Kemper titled ‘Waters take Me’. Again, the book hasn’t been published, but once it’s out…you know the drill.

The eagle-eyed among you may have spotted a new section on the website: NON-FICTION. This page contains all my projects that I have done for other people, either as a ghostwriter, editor or translator. It also lists my own forthcoming photobook, The Burned-Over Country, which is being finalised as I write. More on that in the future. Have a click around and see all the things I do for other people for $$$.

Also, I’ll be merging my photography website with this one soon, so everything is in one place.

Book of the month: Cool Hand Luke. One of those novels I gravitate towards, it’s about hopeless men living dirty and smoking a whole lot. The film is far more famous, but the book by Donn Pearce is well worth a read for the simple, effective prose and an honest look at the US penal system in the 1950s and 1960s. Reminiscent of Ivan Denisovich, Cormac McCarthy and Deliverance.

Film of the month: Heaven Can Wait. Beautiful, tragic, touching and stylish in equal measure, this is an uplifting treat all the way from the troubling days of 1943. It stars Don Ameche, who looks so much like Brad Pitt in some scenes that I had to look him up and check that Ameche wasn’t Brad’s dad. There’s also Gene Tierney, whose life story is just as complex and melancholy as her character in the film.

Album of the month: The compact EP Connla’s Well by Maruja. This is a perfect continuation to last year’s Knocknarea and maybe the pinnacle of what people are calling the ‘windmill’ scene (that’s post-punk British bands that sound like Slint with sad-sounding people whisper-talking over angular bass/guitar attacks). The scene has been going on since 2021, but I’m not bored of it yet…as long as it continues in this vein.

Sounds of the summer:

1 Headache - The Party That Never Ends

2 Michael Vincent Waller - Jennifer

3 Mount Kimbie, King Krule - Empty And Silent

4 Tirzah - F22

5 Daniel Avery - Running

6 Jlin, Philip Glass - The Precision of Infinity

Reality Testing the audiobook is here

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A first for me: my bestselling climate fiction/cyberpunk novel REALITY TESTING has been given the narration treatment and is now available as a beautiful audiobook on Audible. Narrated by the acclaimed Libby Marshall, it clocks in at an impressive 10 hours and 45 minutes - that’s approximately 11 of your present-day commutes to and from work or four of your evenings where you sit scrolling aimlessly through streaming services, hoping that something, anything, will catch your jaded eye.

Just to remind the world of what Kirkus said about Reality Testing in their starred review:

“This is a bracing blast of neo-cyberpunk with some smart tweaks to the operating system.”

I wish there was another way to release it other than the Amazon overlords, but there isn’t. The market is cornered. In publicising the audiobook, I am not explicitly advocating the use of the company’s services. I have four free promo codes that I will give out to anyone who gets in touch.

i will never not enjoy the fact that my novel has the pistol from Halo on the cover

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Here we go. The Pacific State promotional machine is shuddering into life. Ungainly, reluctant, in need of a good spritz of oil if it wants to actually go anywhere. An early five-star appraisal from the world’s worst book review site, Readers Favorites, has the following to say:

“The story is excellently written, and it exceeded my expectations by far. There was never a dull moment with all the twists and turns. The suspense kept me on the edge of my seat.”

Honestly, if you’re a writer: don’t bother submitting it to that website. It’s utter trash. Yes, I’ll still quote it, but I’d be better off asking ChatGPT to give me a review.

And here’s another from Ben Scharf, producer at Andere Filme and director of the short film Darwin’s Fox, which won the 2022 Cannes Shorts Award:

“Price is redefining sci-fi. Gone are the days of cardboard characters, artifice and an overemphasis on technology. What we get instead is a dissection of the human condition in a reality that is twisted just far enough to serve the story. Playful, exhausting and crafty, all at once.”

That’s how you write a critique.

In other news, I have a short story appearing in God’s Cruel Joke magazine (print & online) this month. That’s right, I found a magazine to submit to that didn’t charge me $10-20 AND paid me….it is possible. I’ll post the link when it’s up.

Book of the month: Absolutely Boys in Zinc by Svetlana Alexievich. Utterly harrowing and heartbreaking, Alexievich gathers testimonies of soldiers, nurses and civilian contractors who took part in the Russian war in Afghanistan from 1979 to 1989, as well as accounts from mothers and wives of the dead. The stories of the mothers are the saddest. What I find astounding is that these accounts sound similar to those emerging from the current conflict in Ukraine: duping conscripts into travelling to a warzone, leaving soldiers underequipped and starving, bludgeoning the population wholesale with cheap propaganda. Obviously I’m not saying “they should’ve given these boys more of a fighting chance!”; it’s just amazing that the Russian high command evidently didn’t learn anything in the intervening 44 years (more power to Ukraine). It has taken me a good couple of months to read, because a few pages is enough to send me into a misery spiral.

Film of the month: TETSUO: THE IRON MAN. Good God, what a film. It is the most insane hour of celluloid I’ve ever seen. I’d been planning to watch it ever since I was 16, but after reading so many accounts online about how low budget and nonsensical it was, I wasn’t willing to part with cold, hard cash for a copy. Fortunately, Criterion had the film up for a little while, and I feasted on it. Body horror, ingenious camera angles, no-holds-barred sex, an exacavator drill and a giant mecha battle. It’s amazing.

Album of the month: Grian Chatten - Chaos for the Fly. The Fontaines D.C. singer delivers a punchy collection of chamber pop in his signature drawl. I like.

A moveable feast:

1 Kettenkarussell - Maybe

2 Fejká - Hiraeth

3 Route 8 - This Raw Feeling

4 Out Of Place Artefacts - PROCYON

5 Lxury - Oblivion

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I’ll level with the world: I’ve been doing much more photography than writing in the past few weeks. I had an exhibition in Berlin in April, and I’m participating in a series of photography seminars requiring extensive input on my part. More than any one individual event, however, I am currently drawn to photography over writing simply because of the instant result - and gratification - that comes from clicking a button. I can take an entire series of photographs, edit them and upload them to a website - all in the same afternoon if need be. Contrast that with writing, which calls for a months-to-years-long commitment followed by an extremely low chance of the product being published. Of course, any good photographer working on a worthwhile project will also spend months or even years on it, but at least they can see straight away whether the raw material they are working with has potential. Try looking back over the first draft of a chapter without wanting to tear the whole thing into confetti. JUST TRY IT. Perhaps at some point the two formats will balance out my need for results in the short term versus my patience when it comes to crafting a hefty slab of art over an extended period. I’m not holding out too much hope, though.

In news: I mentioned being part of the writing team for a sci fi TV series late last year. Could be that we have a production house on board. Let’s see. Elsewhere…not much. Two rejections for short stories that spent months in the wilderness. I absolutely need to start blanket-applying to magazines again, not just one per year. Otherwise there ain’t gonna be any new Grant Price gold to pay off the masses with.

Book of the month: The Presidents: 250 Years of American Political Leadership. I am finally nearing the end of this behemoth. Two things stand out. One: it’s pretty sad how little I remember about the individual presidents, even down to their names. I foolishly tried the ‘Name the US Presidents’ quiz on Sporcle and did only marginally better than before I’d read the book. Still, I’ll never forget the name Millard Fillmore. He’ll live on in my brain forever. Two: It seems that the US grew up virtually overnight at some point between the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th. For the longest time the country was happy being led by men who were born in log cabins, had zero education and no aspirations to become president. It’s remarkable how many of them were added to the list of nominees as a wildcard or due to an impasse between liberals and conservatives in their efforts to find a suitable party candidate. Then, suddenly, every president from William Taft onwards had to have attended Yale or Harvard and needed to possess a shrewd political mind or a cult of personality or a glittering military background to stand a chance of landing the most coveted leadership prize of all. It’s amazing to read that 25th president William McKinley spent his early adult years as a postal clerk. Definitely a worthwhile read, if a little repetitive.

Album of the month: Knocknarea by Maruja. Jazz-inflected, baleful sign-of-the-times post-rock. I’m not sure where this came from or who the band is, but the timing is perfect given the presence of that ominous black cloud on the horizon that is blocking out everything behind it and is casting the longest shadow over the earth. Yeah, that one. It also has a GY!BE-style cover that’s cooler than anything GY!BE has ever actually released.

Croonable tunes for the afternoon:

1 George Michael - Fastlove, Pt. 1

2 Angel Olsen - Nothing’s Free

3 Queen - Headlong

4 Madonna - Nothing Really Matters

5 Janet Jackson - Got ‘Til It’s Gone

6 Haircut 100 - Favourite Shirts