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.
Noted science-fiction author Linda
Nagata, winner of both the Locus and Nebula Awards, recently posted a review of
What The Wind Brings.
She said, “What The Wind
Brings began, for me, as one of those interesting, admirable stories, but I
am delighted to report that along the way it became so compelling that I
shifted my daily schedule around to find more time to read.”
I like “compelling.” And I like the idea that my book can grab the
attention of a sophisticated reader.
After all, it’s a story I thought about for more than forty years before
writing it. It really is my magnum opus.
Somewhere out there in fandom is an organization known as N3F, which stands for the National Fantasy Fan Federation. It describes itself as the oldest speculative fiction fan club still alive on the planet, and dates back to 1941, when science fiction was still largely grouped under the general heading, fantasy.
According to a Facebook post, N3F gives out awards for various achievements. What the Wind Brings is shortlisted for the Neffy Award for best fantasy novel of 2019.
Here’s a heads up for people who collect signed copies of my
stuff, especially the completists:
Twelve and a half years ago, I pretty much gave up having a
home and possessions to go out into the world as a traveling housesitter. Most of our stuff was given away or thrown
away, except for a few family heirlooms of more sentimental than monetary value.
I had some copies of my books, some of them given to me by
publishers as per the contracts, and some of them I’d picked up myself at used
bookstores. Twelve years ago is an awful
long time for someone with my dysfunctional memory, and I could not have told
you last month what I used to have.
It turns out my sons had put quite a few items in storage. I was surprised when I opened a couple of
boxes and saw copies of the original Maxwell Macmillan Canada edition of Fools Errant, including a couple of
hardcovers (of which only 700 were ever printed, mostly for the library trade).
And then a gentleman who used to teach my two younger sons
in elementary school, and who started collecting me decades ago, got in touch
to tell me that he is downsizing to a condo and wanted to give me duplicates
from his collection, to do with as I saw fit.
He had quite a range of books, including rarities like The Farouche Assemblage, issued as a
high-quality chapbook by a couple of Seattle superfans who called themselves
Payseur and Schmidt, and the Advanced Reading Copy paperbacks of Black Brillion.
Altogether, there are dozens of hardcovers and trade paperbacks. I’ve decided I’m going to start signing and
selling all of them, a few at a time, on eBay.
Actually, I won’t be doing it, since I’m five hundred miles away from
where the books are. Instead, my sons
will find someone who’s experienced and willing to do the selling for a
commission. For the ones that aren’t
already signed, I’ll sign bookplates.
I don’t know how long it is going to take to get organized,
but I expect to get the process rolling in the summer. I’ll make sure everybody knows what’s on
offer, via Facebook, Twitter, and my monthly emailed newsletter.
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I’ve been inducted into the Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy Association’s Hall of Fame. My name goes on a trophy and they’ll send me a plaque.It’s in recognition of a long contribution to the specific genre.
Thinking about that, it struck me that my first fantasy novel, Fools Errant, came out 26 years ago next month. So, indeed, I have been at this for quite a while.