Greg Egan is writing a new novel, and his website has the tiniest of extracts:
“Almost everything about this world remains to be discovered,” Lahl said. “Until someone is willing to pursue the matter vigorously, the few scraps of information I’m carrying will mean very little.”
Rakesh was beginning to feel as if he was being prodded awake from a stupefying dream that had gone on so long he’d stopped believing it could ever end. He’d come to this node, this cross-roads, in the hope of encountering exactly this kind of traveller, but in ninety-six years he’d learnt nothing from the people passing through that he could not have heard on his home world. He’d made friends among the other node-dawdlers, and they passed the time together pleasantly enough, but his old, naive fantasy of colliding with a stranger bearing a surfeit of mysteries — a weary explorer announcing, “I’ve seen enough for one lifetime, but here, take this crumb from my pocket” — had been buried long ago.
Incandescence is “likely to be published in early 2008”, the page says. Hooray! [via]
ZOMFG nu Egan novul!!1!1!111one w00t!
[ahem]
Jolly good show, wot?
There are few writers whose books I anticipate more eagerly than those of Egan. Six years is a long time between novels.
David: no kidding. I’ve been rationing my remaining Egan — I haven’t read Permutation City or Schild’s Ladder — because it felt like when I’d read it, that would be it, all gone. But at this rate there might even be a third short story collection, too.
I think probably “has written”; Jo Fletcher, in her BSFA interview, said she’d taken delivery of it.