A Non-Fiction Book

This was the post at Publishers Marketplace:

Author of RED, CROOKED LITTLE VEIN and forthcoming GUN MACHINE, Warren Ellis’s SPIRIT TRACKS, about the future of the city, the ghosts that haunt it and the science-fiction condition we live in, to Sean McDonald at Farrar, Straus, by Lydia Wills at Lydia Wills (world English).

That’s Farrar, Straus & Giroux, an incredibly impressive publishing house with an incredibly impressive list.  Lydia’s an absolute miracle worker.

SPIRIT TRACKS is the working title of a book based upon the talk I gave in Berlin last year, which appeared here, in its original waytoolong form, in twenty-nine parts.

So… this is happening.  I am writing a serious non-fiction book for a serious non-fiction list.  Which is kind of strange, isn’t it?  As I said a few weeks ago, the career’s gone in an odd direction again over the last few years.  Sometimes I wonder if people will look back over my CV and ask themselves what the hell I thought I was doing.

I start this book next year, after I finish the current novel.  It may or may not have the same title when it’s announced as going on the publication schedule.  Really looking forward to working with Sean McDonald, who’s edited some of my favourite non-fiction over the last several years, including Steven Johnson’s magnificent GHOST MAP.

I’m a novelist and a non-fiction author now.  Strange days.

29. Our Streets

There’s no such thing as ghosts. UFOs are just lights in the sky. And vodka is probably not improved by strontium. None of that matters as much as the decision you have to make before you start to make the future, before you get carried away by the lights in the sky and the things you can do with your glowing boxes. Whose streets are these, that you’re going to be building your cognitive cities on?

Whose streets? Our streets.

Ultimately, this conference I’m standing at in Berlin, these people I’m talking to, might turn out to be a conference of people who are hunting a ghost.

It’s your job to make that real.

It’s my job to remind you that I’m haunting you.

Thanks for your time.

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