I’ll be signing Eastern Standard Tribe after my talk at the O’Reilly Emerging Technology Confernece in San Diego.

February 12, noon, Westin Horton Plaza San Diego

I’ll be doing two launch/signing events for Eastern Standard Tribe in San Francisco:

February 19, 7PM: Borderlands Books, 866 Valencia Street, at 19th St, +1.888.893.4008

February 25, 7PM: The Booksmith, 1644 Haight St, at Clayton, +1.800.793.7323

Update, Feb 29, 2004: Sadly, I no longer live close to Borderlands, the bookstore that was shipping inscribed copies for me — in fact, I now live 9,000 miles away! However, Borderlands still has a large supply of signed books and bookplates, and is happy to keep on selling them via mail-order wtih no shipping costs.

Looking for a signed copy of Eastern Standard Tribe? By a happy coincidence, I live a couple blocks from Borderlands Books, an excellent science fiction bookstore in San Francisco that is happy to do mail-order.

So, if you’re interested in a signed copy, you can call (888.893.4008), fax (415.824.8543), or email your order to the store, and they’ll send you a copy (while supplies last!). There is no charge for media-mail shipping within the continental US.
Priority mail in the US will be $6.00 (that’s delivery within three
days or so). International will be Global Priority for $10 to Canada or
$12 elsewhere. To get the free shipping, just mention that you heard
about it here.

Here are some answers to frequently asked questions about this book:

1. How can I tip you for the free download? I wanna pay for what I got!
   Hey, that’s real nice of you, but honestly, I’m not interested. If you liked the book, that’s good to know (you can email me to tell me so, if you’d like, but please don’t be offended if I don’t get a chance to answer; I love to read the messages even if I don’t have time to respond to all of them). If your sense of duty demands that you compensate me, well, you can always buy a copy, which gets me my royalty and gets my publisher some sales-figures that show that this kind of thing is a good idea. If you don’t care to own the dead-tree edition, you can always donate it to a shelter or a school or a public library. The bottom line for me is, on the one hand, I don’t want to compete with my publisher and on the other, I don’t feel very dignified begging for quarters and nickels from my audience.
2. I wanna download the book in $SOME_OTHER_FORMAT
   Here’s the deal: I don’t believe that there’s any market-demand for teasers or for “Digital Rights Management” technology: none of you woke up this morning and said, “Damn, I wish there was a way I could get less of the books I enjoy and a way I could do less with them once I have them.” My goal here is to figure out what people actually want out of electronically delivered text, and so I’m giving this novel to you in three open and flexible formats with an invitation:

   Convert these files to any “e-book” or text format you want, and send them to me, along with a note telling me what reader it’s intended for and I will add it to the download page. The only caveats are:

   1. You have to include the entire text of the novel, including (especially!) the Creative Commons license and metadata
   2. If you are converting to a format that has some kind of use-restriction options (i.e., no-print, no-copy, etc), these must be switched off
   3. You can’t include the cover art. That belongs to my publisher, not me
   4. No duplicates: if there’s already a file available for the reader you use, don’t send me another one with your favorite tweaks in it — I’m not going to mediate catfights about how big the indents should be in Newton eBook Reader files or whatnot and besides, civilians who want to download a copy of the book shouldn’t have to puzzle out whether they want the version with the curly-quotes or the foot-and-inch-marks
3. Was Down and Out a success? Is that why you’re doing this?
   Well, sure it was! I mean, I can’t quantify how much of a success it was, because I don’t have another first novel that I didn’t release as a free download, but to the extent that the first book got downloaded a lot and drew a lot of attention and sold really well in hardcover and continues to sell well in paperback, I’m calling it a success.

   As to why I’m doing this again, well, it comes down to risking very little for a very big upside: namely, that you-all will continue to invest in my career by buying and reading and talking up the stuff that I do, that you will pass on these downloads to your friends and family, that you will keep on telling me about how you use these files so that I can understand better what the shape of electronic books to come will be.

Last year, in January 2003, my first novel came out. I was 31 years old, and I’d been calling myself a novelist since the age of 12. It was the storied dream-of-a-lifetime, come-true-at-last. I was and am proud as hell of that book, even though it is just one book among many released last year, better than some, poorer than others; and even though the print-run (which sold out very quickly!) though generous by science fiction standards, hardly qualifies it as a work of mass entertainment.

The thing that’s extraordinary about that first novel is that it was released under terms governed by a Creative Commons license that allowed my readers to copy the book freely and distribute it far and wide. Hundreds of thousands of copies of the book were made and distributed this way. Hundreds of thousands.

Today, I release my second novel, and my third, a collaboration with Charlie Stross is due any day, and two more are under contract. My career as a novelist is now well underway — in other words, I am firmly afoot on a long road that stretches into the future: my future, science fiction’s future, publishing’s future and the future of the world.

The future is my business, more or less. I’m a science fiction writer. One way to know the future is to look good and hard at the present. Here’s a thing I’ve noticed about the present: more people are reading more words off of more screens than ever before. Here’s another thing I’ve noticed about the present: fewer people are reading fewer words off of fewer pages than ever before. That doesn’t mean that the book is dying — no more than the advent of the printing press and the de-emphasis of Bible-copying monks meant that the book was dying — but it does mean that the book is changing. I think that literature is alive and well: we’re reading our brains out! I just think that the complex social practice of “book” — of which a bunch of paper pages between two covers is the mere expression — is transforming and will transform further.

I intend on figuring out what it’s transforming into. I intend on figuring out the way that some writers — that this writer, right here, wearing my underwear — is going to get rich and famous from his craft. I intend on figuring out how this writer’s words can become part of the social discourse, can be relevant in the way that literature at its best can be.

I don’t know what the future of book looks like. To figure it out, I’m doing some pretty basic science. I’m peering into this opaque, inscrutable system of publishing as it sits in the year 2004, and I’m making a perturbation. I’m stirring the pot to see what surfaces, so that I can see if the system reveals itself to me any more thoroughly as it roils. Once that happens, maybe I’ll be able to formulate an hypothesis and try an experiment or two and maybe — just maybe — I’ll get to the bottom of book-in-2004 and beat the competition to making it work, and maybe I’ll go home with all (or most) of the marbles.

It’s a long shot, but I’m a pretty sharp guy, and I know as much about this stuff as anyone out there. More to the point, trying stuff and doing research yields a non-zero chance of success. The alternatives — sitting pat, or worse, getting into a moral panic about “piracy” and accusing the readers who are blazing new trail of “the moral equivalent of shoplifting” — have a zero percent chance of success.

Most artists never “succeed” in the sense of attaining fame and modest fortune. A career in the arts is a risky long-shot kind of business. I’m doing what I can to sweeten my odds.

So here we are, and here is novel number two, a book called Eastern Standard Tribe, which you can walk into shops all over the world and buy as a physical artifact — a very nice physical artifact, designed by Chesley-award-winning art director Irene Gallo and her designer Shelley Eshkar, published by Tor Books, a huge, profit-making arm of an enormous, multinational publishing concern. Tor is watching what happens to this book nearly as keenly as I am, because we’ re all very interested in what the book is turning into.

To that end, here is the book as a non-physical artifact. A file. A bunch of text, slithery bits that can cross the world in an instant, using the Internet, a tool designed to copy things very quickly from one place to another; and using personal computers, tools designed to slice, dice and rearrange collections of bits. These tools demand that their users copy and slice and dice — rip, mix and burn! — and that’s what I’m hoping you will do with this.

Not (just) because I’m a swell guy, a big-hearted slob. Not because Tor is a run by addlepated dot-com refugees who have been sold some snake-oil about the e-book revolution. Because you — the readers, the slicers, dicers and copiers — hold in your collective action the secret of the future of publishing. Writers are a dime a dozen. Everybody’s got a novel in her or him. Readers are a precious commodity. You’ve got all the money and all the attention and you run the word-of-mouth network that marks the difference between a little book, soon forgotten, and a book that becomes a lasting piece of posterity for its author, changing the world in some meaningful way.

I’m unashamedly exploiting your imagination. Imagine me a new practice of book, readers. Take this novel and pass it from inbox to inbox, through your IM clients, over P2P networks. Put it on webservers. Convert it to weird, obscure ebook formats. Show me — and my colleagues, and my publisher — what the future of book looks like.

I’ll keep on writing them if you keep on reading them. But as cool and wonderful as writing is, it’s not half so cool as inventing the future. Thanks for helping me do it.