It's a full-length graphic history of the game from stool ball through yesterday's box scores, with art by Tomm Coker and C.P. Smith. I'll share pages as I can, but right now I'm basking in the cover (and wondering if the Indians are ever going to lose).
There wasn’t much of a fuss. They came by and took my neighbor in. His name was Abdul, he was from Afghanistan, used to tell me stories about fighting the Soviets. One time he was drunk and showed me some bullet scars. We were talking soccer another time and he said he watched the 1986 World Cup from a Tehran jail, or maybe it was 1990. I never did find out what he was in for. But anyway, they came for him today. I was outside getting the mail and I saw him walking out with the men. Two of them, and two more waiting by the van. Abdul’s wife Courtney stood on the porch. He’s got a kid, Elijah, used to play with my kids but not so much anymore. They have different interests now. For a minute I thought they were going to take Elijah too, but I guess he was still too young.
I thought about saying something, but at the same time, what do you really know? I mean, people say things. It’s all Wikileaks or the Russians or somebody, I mean who knows. It’s all just a temporary thing. I like Abdul. He’s kind of an asshole sometimes—he got a dog one time and then gave it back to the shelter when it wasn’t housebroken soon enough—but he’s a good neighbor. When his dad died we brought him food, and when our younger children were born he and Courtney brought over some really nice baby outfits. A good guy. Always on me to hire his crew to paint my house.
Funny thing is Abdul was good friends with the one serious conspiracy kook on the block, Larry. Larry’s got an arsenal in his basement. He and Abdul used to get together and talk guns. Larry's always all taxes this and immigrants that, loud talk radio coming from his garage all the time like he really needs us to know how he feels about things. Ever notice nobody listens to that stuff at a low volume? But he liked Abdul. Just goes to show you.
They let Abdul finish his cigarette. He stood at the end of his driveway regarding the butt. The four men looked everywhere but at Courtney. “Abdul, hey, man,” I called across the street when he caught my eye.
“Alex, my friend,” he said. “Everything okay.” They ducked his head into the van. I almost said something. But what would it have been? I mean, we don’t really know what’s happening.
This is an interesting article in the New York Times about how Lucasfilm worked through the various issues involved in (SPOILER ALERT) using digitally recreated dead (Peter Cushing) and younger (Carrie Fisher) actors in Rogue One. I thought it was pretty cool to see this for a number of reasons, but one of them was that I wrote about this a few years back in Buyout (IndieBound | Amazon). One of the characters in that book is a movie director who exclusively does weird remakes of classic films using digital recreations of dead people.
Also recently there was news about Mark Zuckerberg using Morgan Freeman as the voice of his house AI. That too happens in Buyout, where the Kindred household AI has Ian McKellen's voice (as Gandalf) and his car persona is John Wayne. It's always fun to see science-fictional imaginings pop up so specifically in real life a few years later -- although I hope Buyout's central SF premise never comes to pass.
(I would be remiss if I did not now inform you that the Kindle version of Buyout is only $2.99, so, you know...)
Halo fans, if you were curious about what that Flood organism was doing aboard the Spirit of Fire at the end of Halo: Escalation...or if you ever wondered what Serina was referring to when she said, "Something has happened" at the end of Halo Wars...
You can read my story "Something Has Happened" and find out!
It's the leadoff piece in this terrific new anthology called Halo: Tales from Slipspace. I got my copies yesterday and read the whole thing last night. The stories are cool, and the extra art in the back of the book is excellent added eye candy.