Monday, August 30, 2010

The Immortal Game: Reboot

My first novel, The Immortal Game, was published in December 1999 by Poltroon Press. They did two editions: a hardcover followed by a trade paperback--with a dust jacket, no less. Bleak House Books kept the party going with a trade paperback reprint in 2006.

That edition sold through, and since Bleak House is no longer printing (or reprinting) new (or old) titles, the rights reverted to me.

I've "rebooted" the book with a trade paperback edition available through Amazon:


The cover design is a variation of the original Poltroon Press edition, which featured my photo of two (replica) Lewis Chessmen: a bishop and a knight. This time I just went with the knight, who is intended to represent the lonely "knight" in the book, PI protagonist August Riordan.

I've also done an eBook edition on the Kindle, which you can find here. Apart from being cheaper and more portable, it also includes the original chapter illustrations from the first edition.

If you haven't read any of my books before, The Immortal Game is a good--and obvious--place to start. Not to mention the three award nominations and its selection as a San Francisco Chronicle book of the year along with my good friend Robert Crais' Demolition Angel. ;-)

Sunday, August 08, 2010

The Junior Scientist Club

Check out my essay about the dangerous "science" experiments I undertook in my childhood over on SFGate, the San Francisco Chronicle website.

Here's a taste to get you started:

According to the National Vital Statistics System, life expectancy at birth for an American boy born in the late 1950s was somewhere between 66 and 67 years. That number is an average of course. Factors that might influence it include diet, access to medical care, environment—and membership in the Junior Scientists Club.

The Junior Scientists Club is a name I invented in the second grade to give an academic underpinning to the “studies” of chemistry and physics I roped my best friend into. My friend’s name was Tommy, but he did not stay with the club long—or more accurately, the club did not stay long with him. Membership shifted as my family caravanned through various neighborhoods and school districts in 1960s Phoenix, Arizona. Throughout the moves, I retained a firm grip on leadership, recruiting new participants as needed.

Read the rest here.

(Photo by Joshua Dysangco.)