The name I answer to is Matt Hughes. I write fantasy and suspense fiction. To keep the two genres separate, I now use my full name, Matthew Hughes, for fantasy, and the shorter form for the crime stuff. I also write media tie-ins as Hugh Matthews.
I’m starting a new housesit that will run at least until December in a little hillside village in the Apennines, about midway between Rome and Naples. A very old-fashioned Italian house, more or less dug into the hill, overlooking an intermontane plateau of olive trees and farm fields. It’s the birthplace of Thomas Aquinas.
It took us three days to drive down from Brittany, in heat that touched 40 degrees C at times, and with no air-conditioning in the car. And people think authors have a soft life. Well, of course we do, but we can still pretend to hardship.
Back on the internet, I’ve found blogged reviews of the first two volumes of my urban fantasy series, To Hell and Back. The blogger is Rocky Sunico, who describes himself as a gay Filipino geek who picked up the trilogy months ago and got around to it only lately. Which is fine; I’d sooner be read later than never.
The reviews are positive and comprehensive. If you’ve been looking at the series on Amazon and wondering if you’d like it, I think Rocky’s take on it will tell you whether or not it will delight you. If you ask me, of course, I’ll swear that you’ll love it, and you ought to get extra copies for your friends and colleagues. I’m told they make excellent Christmas and birthday gifts. Besides, it would be nice to see the trilogy earn out its advance.
Links to the reviews: http://www.geeky-guide.com/2015/06/books-damned-busters-to-hell-and-back.html
A few years back, Gordon Van Gelder was putting together an anthology of bespoke stories about global warming. He called it Welcome to the Greenhouse, a title reminiscent of Kurt Vonnegut’s famous short story, “Welcome to the Monkey House.”
He asked me for a story. I realized, and still do, that global warming is a big problem. I’ve been anticipating it since the 1960s when J.G. Ballard published The Drowned World. So I tried to come up with something grim and gritty, but nothing good came to mind. The only idea I’d had was something a little goofy that did sort address the issue that the kind of thinking that gets you into a problem is probably not the kind that will get you out.
Then Gordon emailed me to ask how I was doing and I told him I was only coming up with goofy stuff, at which point I understood from his reply that comic relief was what he was expecting me to deliver. So I wrote the story and sent it in.
It’s called “Not a Problem,” and it’s now available for a free read on the SF Canada site. When you’ve finished reading it, you might stick around the site and get to know some of Canada’s up and coming new sff authors.
Over the past few months, I’ve been writing blurbs and then narrating them for a series of YouTube promotional videos extolling the works of Jack Vance, upon whose literary shoulders I teeter.
The videos are produced by Koen Vyverman, Vance aficionado and one of the forces behind the Vance Integral Project, which restored all of Jack’s novels and stories to their original form, removing edits which were often crudely performed by editors whose only concern was the space available in their magazines.
Spatterlight Press is run by Jack’s son John, who has become a long-distance friend. If you wnt to read Vance — and everybody should — it’s the place to go for ebooks. And you’ll be reading Vance as he wanted to be read.
Nothing much to report except that I’ve passed 90,000 words on the historical novel and it’s coming along well. I expect to have a finely polished draft of some 150,000 words by the end of the year and then we’ll see what happens. It looks as if the title will be What the Wind Brings.
The only other news is a couple of nice reviews of “Curse of the Myrmelon,” the new Raffalon/Cascor story in the latest issue of The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction. Lois Tilton reviewed it for Locus online and Martha Burns did so for Tangent Online, adding “the banter was delightful.”
It’s true. I do give good banter.
“Curse” is my twenty-sixth appearance in F&SF (twenty-seventh if you make allowances for my Neb-nominated Guth Bandar novella, “The Helper and his Hero) having been serialized over two issues). If you’d told me fifty years ago, when I was sixteen and dreaming of being an sf writer, that I’d become one the magazine’s regulars, I would have been over the moon. Hell, even at the fully ripened age of sixty-six, I’m still pretty chuffed.