topic: ricardo pinto

WorldCon Dublin 2019—comments

Dublin was the first Worldcon I’ve attended—in truth I attend very few of these conventions. Given how much fun I had, I’m now wondering whether I shouldn’t attend them more frequently. 4000 people were supposed to attend, but 5500 came (6000 by some reckonings). A second building had to be hired at the last minute to accommodate the multitudes. We all discovered, quite early, that if you didn’t start queueing for an event early enough, […]

Worldcon Dublin 2019

Having a major (the major?) sci-fi convention materialize on your doorstep—well, across the Irish Sea rather than the Atlantic Ocean—seems an opportunity too good to miss. So, I’m going to be there from Thursday 14th to Sunday 18th of August—and would also be there on Monday if I hadn’t assumed it ended on Sunday. So, if you see me wandering around, do please come and say hello (assuming you’re there in the flesh rather than […]

the Stone Dance Second Edition

Once upon a time I said in an interview that there was only a single word that I wanted to change in the whole of the nearly seven hundred thousand words of The Stone Dance of the Chameleon. That I could say anything so ludicrous and pretentious says a lot about who I was then. How things change: for the Second Edition I have reduced the text by a quarter, and I hacked my way […]

Matryoshka published

I haven’t written here for a while, and I’ve not had a book published for even longer. That doesn’t mean that I have not been working and writing, it’s really just that I’ve been down various rabbit holes and am only now emerging. To mark my return I am pleased to announce that my science fiction novella, Matryoshka is to be published by NewCon Press on the 21st August 2018. Matryoshka is a strange beast. […]

into 2012

walking on the beach new year 2012

I came back from my adventure in Iran becalmed; no wind in my sails. It was foolish to expect to find those things I sought there; as if travelling were like going to a supermarket. Iran was a profound experience that I am still processing. Soon after I returned, my dog, Ninja, died; at 15, a frail old lady by the end. Her kidneys failed. I cradled her in my arms as the vet injected […]