From an interview Cat Rambo did with Nicola Griffith:

Q: Stay is a move into the mystery genre, as opposed to earlier science-fiction work, such as Ammonite and Slow River. Was that a deliberate choice for you? How did you figure out what genre the story you wanted to tell fit into?

NG: The Blue Place, then Stay, and now (well, okay, soon: April 2007) Always are often described as crime fiction–and they are–but I tend to think of them as novels about a woman becoming herself.

As a writer, the point of Slow River wasn’t the spiffy bioremediation, it was Lore’s growth and change. Similarly, the point of my last three novels is the growth of Aud Torvingen (the narrator). She journeys from being *this* close to sociopathy to understanding what it means to be a functioning human being, possibly even a hero. It’s been a blast to watch her blossom and grow (and kill people).

When I first start mulling a novel, I think about place, then about character, and then let the story evolve from the interaction between the two. It’s at that point that I realise, Oh, it’s SF. Or, Oh, it’s crime fiction. Or (a novel I’ve just started), Oh, it’s sword-swangin’, pony-riding, magic-wielding fantasy, yay! The genre is just the vehicle I pick–submarine or bicycle, kite or SUV–to cross the particular story terrain.

April 2007!

Definitely check out the whole interview; it touches on Griffith’s immigration case being used in the Wall Street Journal as an example of America’s going to hell in a handbasket, among other things.

The fine people of Cabinet magazine (which I je adore) have just published a book on Presidential Doodles with Basic Books (who do lots of interesting stuff).

You can see some examples at the book’s site; Warren Harding’s are sleek, decobeauties. (Via Austin Kleon.)

Two little pointers is all I have time for.

1. I have dipped my toe into the waters of MemeTherapy, answering a question about time travel, changing history and a manky towel in what I must admit is an evasive manner. Still, I stand by it. Do not fuck with history, time travelers! Unless you’re addicted to heartache and Charles Lindbergh.

2. Ed chronicles an appearance by Ms. Kelly D. Link in the Bay area, where she read the (superfantasticallybrilliant; seriously, it may be my favorite KDL story) YA story "The Wrong Grave." (Forthcoming in Deborah Noyes follow-up anthology to Gothic!)

Wow:

But Fitch didn’t plan it that way. Somewhere in her house is a box filled with hundreds of pages of a weighty historical novel that, in a fit of decisiveness following months of dread, she decided to abandon in the middle of a photo shoot for that book’s jacket cover.

"When you have success, people think you know what you’re doing, and you start to agree with them, you think you can conquer the world," she said. "But you go from grandiosity to panic. My editor would call and I’d say ‘It’s fine, going great,’ and I couldn’t bring myself to admit it wasn’t happening. It was an abortion."

Fitch was then forced to tearfully admit to her editors that, after having twice written the 300-page book using two different narrators, she still didn’t have anything that she was proud of. For a mid-list author with few expectations for big sales figures, that might not have mattered. But "White Oleander" was a blockbuster, one of the bestselling new works of literary fiction that year. It had been adapted as a movie starring Renée Zellweger and Michelle Pfeiffer. Janet Fitch was a bankable name. Michael Pietsch, who edited "White Oleander" for Little, Brown, had to adjust his time frame once again. "She sent the manuscript to us, and I think she arrived at the right decision," he said. "I was sad for Janet because all that time and work must have been a great loss. But I was very grateful that she had the maturity and self-assessment to put that aside. It’s the process that brought us ‘Paint It Black,’ and I’m glad it happened so that we have this book."

That takes some guts. (Via TEV.)

In honor of Talk Like a Pirate Day, the MacArthur Foundation has released its list of new geniuses.

I find it very interesting that as of this posting George Saunders is the only 2006 MacArthur Fellow with no photo on record.

George Saunders = The Invisible Man?

(ps – Superbusy at the moment; real posts later on?)