It’s eight pages long, so check the link for the document. This is part of The Matter of Poughkeepsie, which will be revised and reconfigured as the mood strikes me. Maybe a netbook. Probably a netbook, actually. I need the practice.
David Thompson passes along a picture of a section header from a Barnes & Noble; I saw something similar (‘Supernatural Romance’) at a Books-a-Million yesterday when I picked up a copy of Gail Carriger’s Blameless (The Parasol Protectorate).
Gimme a break, it’s steampunk. Alt-history steampunk horror. OK, OK, maybe there’s just a bit of romance novel ethos in it… but it also has clockwork assassin beetles in it, so I don’t want to hear any snickering, OK? Anyway, this entire werewolf/vampire Byronic hero thing seems to be quite the fad. Did the demographic that reads romance novels get bored with pirates?
And, more importantly, is there any way to suck them farther into the genre?
I am not making this up:
The first English version of his romantic novella Clisson et Eugénie, is due out this autumn, according to the Bookseller magazine.
When Napoleon died in exile on St Helena, aged 51, his possessions included the manuscript of his novella, the pages of which were scattered as souvenirs. But the fragments have been pieced together over the years, with the first page fetching £17,000 at auction two years ago.
The manuscript was written when he was an ambitious young soldier aged 26, shortly before he made his name by smashing a royalist coup in Paris in 1795. It tells the story of a brilliant young soldier who loves, loses and dies heroically in battle “pierce by a thousand blows.”
The New Ledger doesn’t really want to believe it. I sympathize, but it’s all too frighteningly plausible. They just let anybody write, you know…