Eating Authors: Malka Older (Campbell Award nominee)

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Malka Older

I’m still shaking off the travel fatigue from the excesses of 2016. Don’t get me wrong, last month’s two conventions (the GOH gig at VancouFur and the Roastermaster spot at Albacon) were glorious but I’ve been really happy having no travel obligations this month, allowing me to focus on matters closer to home like health and family and writing. I suspect these are priorities that most of you can appreciate.

And speaking of things to appreciate (see what I did there?), it’s time once again for me to shill for this year’s Campbell Award nominees. Last week Sarah Gailey dropped in to share her most memorable meal. And as has been previously noted, Ada Palmer did the same back in May. In two weeks time I plan to share Kelly Robson‘s recollections on her meal, and with some luck I’ll have answers from J. Mulrooney and Laurie Penny as well. But for now let’s focus on today’s EATING AUTHORS guest, the fabulous Malka Older.

Malka first novel, Infomocracy topped the charts of Kirkus‘s Best Fiction of 2016, and the Washington Post dubbed it one of the best science fiction and fantasy novels of 2016. And this book was just the beginning of her Centenal Cycle series, with book two, Null States, due this September.

But as incredible as her fiction is, her nonfiction life stikes me as just as powerful. Malka is a humanitarian worker. In 2015 she was named a Senior Fellow for Technology and Risk at the Carnegie Council for Ethics in International Affairs. She’s worked in humanitarian aid and development, specializing in disaster and post-disaster issues in places including Darfur, Japan, Indonesia, Mali, Sri Lanka, and Uganda. Right about now she’s finishing up her Ph.D. at the Centre de Sociologie des Organisations where she’s been studying governance and disasters.

LMS: Welcome, Malka. What stands out for you as your most memorable meal?

MO: It took me a while to figure out what to write for this. First of all, I hate superlatives in general – “who is your favorite author?” may be my least favorite interview question. Then, I’ve had so many amazing meals. Should I write about the fried scorpions in the Beijing street market? The grilled river snake on the banks of the Tong Le Sap? The fish eaten minutes after it was caught on a fishing platform in Maluku?

But what I kept coming back to was something not extraordinary at all. It was not even one meal, but an amalgamation of many. It was also not just the eating, but the whole process of entering a calming sanctuary, selecting from an impossible range of items, and unwrapping to eat. It was comfort food, strange new options, and perfect service. I’m referring, of course, to Japanese convenience store meals.


Convenience stores are everywhere in Japan, and from them you can buy anything from socks to stationary. You can use the bathroom without making a purchase, ship your suitcase home if you don’t want the bother of carrying it, make a photocopy. You can buy ramen and they will add the hot water, buy a pre-made meal and they will microwave it for you, or you can select what you want from a range of vegetables and starches bubbling on a constant simmer by the cash register and they will serve them to you in a take-away container with a helping of broth and a smear of super-spicy mustard.

I ate from convenience stores pretty regularly when I first lived in Japan. I was in a rural area and spent a lot of time in my car, so convenience stores were my oases. But now my memories of コンビニ御飯, as it’s known, are tied to the time after the 2011 tsunami that devastated the northeast coast of Japan.

I arrived in Tokyo around a week after the disaster, and other then the blinking red “empty” lights on the drink vending machine in the airport, a convenience store was the first indication I saw of the disruption. I had arrived late at night and exhausted, and so my obvious move after checking into the hotel was to find a convenience store to grab some quick snacks rather than dealing with a restaurant. I walked down some quiet clean streets to a main drag following instructions from the hotel, but when I arrived I was shocked to find empty patches on the shelves, adorned with – and this might have been more shocking still – hand-lettered signs apologizing for the inconvenience.

The rest of Tokyo seemed to be functioning more or less normally – the just-in-time delivery systems of the convenience stores had, for once, not worked in their favor – but when I got up north a few days later it was a different story. In the towns where we were working there was often nothing left, just piles of rubble and roof-tiles and hastily cleared roads, and in the towns that were only partially destroyed nothing was open. Normal life had been stripped away by the waves. Everyone was in mourning or in emergency mode, or both.

Null States

Since there was obviously nowhere to eat, let alone stay, in the affected area, we slept in a town about an hour’s drive inland. Even there, unhit by the tsunami, the earthquake had caused blackouts and some minor infrastructure damage, and when my colleagues first arrived the only restaurant open served the local delicacy of grilled entrails. (I’ve tried it, and it’s probably not as bad as you imagine, but there’s nothing delicate about it). By the time I got there more options were opening up, and our long days in the field were usually capped with boozy, complicated, long, and communal izakaya meals, but to fortify ourselves during the day our first stop was invariably a convenience store. We would stock up on snacks and portable meal components, each person to their taste, and refuel gradually throughout the day during the drives past long stretches of farmland and of debris, and the searching for alternate routes when our GPS, not yet updated for the disaster, failed us.

As economic activity started to revive in the affected towns, chain convenience stores – backed as they were by powerful corporations – were some of the first shops to reopen. They set up temporary buildings, flimsy prefab on the outside, but on the inside they looked just like convenience stories anywhere in Japan: bright, even fluorescent lighting; shelves lined with the colorful labels of dozens of instant ramen brands and tiny trays of shrink-wrapped pickled vegetables; freezers stocked with every imaginable variety of tea, along with coffee, juice, soda, and drinkable yogurt. It made days in the field much easier: at least we knew there was a place we could stop, even if it was just to use the bathroom – although that, in some of the temporary convenience stores, might be a portapotty.

Eventually the frenzy of late night drinking and camaraderie wore off. Between exhaustion and the slow, reluctant return to some kind of normalcy we were all realizing that we couldn’t feast and get drunk every night. I enjoyed the izakaya nights, but I didn’t mind the change. When I look back on those meals I have an impression of strange and delicious food, ordered en masse and eaten family style. I remember laughter, sometimes grim and sometimes raucous, and I remember toast after toast with beer and sake, but I find it difficult to capture specific episodes (although that could be because of the sake).

Tear Tracks

Instead I remember walking home alone on dark, quiet streets. I would stop by a convenience store on the way for a plastic bag of neatly wrapped foodstuffs and carry back them back to eat alone in my tiny hotel room. After the days of looking at destruction in the field, the evenings of paperwork in the office, eating alone felt like a kind of sanctuary, a sanctuary centered around the calm, glowing certainty of convenience store food.

I remember walking the immaculate aisles, ostensibly to scan for overlooked goodies or new seasonal treats, although the real reason had more to do with soaking up the feeling of normal, clean, ordered life, demonstrated through the easy availability of an exemplary range of consumer products. I was partial to senbei rice crackers, and I tried all different kinds: puffy deep fried, soy sauce marinated, speckled with dry beans. I made an effort to eat some kind of vegetable: pickled daikon, or kimchi, sitting in a tiny cardboard tray and tight-wrapped in plastic. For dessert I picked a large cookie, wrapped in its pink-printed plastic: caramel or white chocolate chip.

But the centerpiece was always the onigiri, thick triangles of rice with some kind of filling, the basic unit of a Japanese take-away meal. I picked two or three, pickled plums or marinated seaweed or a slice of grilled salmon. Back in my hotel room I peeled off the sequential tabs: #1 bisecting the wrapper from the top angle and #2 and #3 pulling away from each corner, carefully so as not to dislodge the folds of nori. And then I would take the first mouthful of rice.

Every time I took that first bite, I remembered the scene in 千と千尋の神隠し (Spirited Away) when Sen – whose reality has fallen away so desperately that she no longer has a name – is given an onigiri as a tiny, insufficient morsel of comfort. She takes a bite, and you can almost taste the rice, plain and starchy and sustaining. The tears start to run down Sen’s cheeks. She takes another bite, and another, stuffing the rest of the rice into her mouth, and the food lets her finally cry.

Thanks, Malka. The miracles of convenience stores in Tokyo and Yokohama are some of my best memories of Japan, from endless and mysterious varieties of “meat on a stick” to those perfect hardboiled eggs that were somehow salted inside the shell.

Next Monday: Another author and another meal!


Eating Authors: Sarah Gailey (Campbell Award nominee)

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Sarah Gailey

The Hugo finalists were announced this month, which of course means I immediately began scrambling to continue this blog’s time honored tradition of contacting all the nominees for the Campbell Award for Best New Writer — something I’ve done for seven years now — and invite them to share the telling of their most memorable meal. And, as sometimes happens, one of this year’s nominees, Ada Palmer, has already been here (last May, in fact). I’m still waiting to hear back from nominees J. Mulrooney and Laurie Penny and I hope they can spare the time for us all. Nominees Malka Older and Kelly Robson have already responded to my queries and will be featured here over the next few Mondays (with a possible break for another author with a debut novel), but we start with today’s EATING AUTHOR guest, Sarah Gailey.

You’re more likely to know here for her nonfiction — she’s a frequent essayist for and a past nominee for the Best Related Work Hugo Award — but that’s probably going to change when River of Teeth comes out next month. And check out her website where you’ll find links to a wide assortment of her shorter fiction.

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Eating Authors: Dan Koboldt

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Dan Koboldt

Here on the outskirts of Philadelphia, PA, it appears that spring has finally sprung. The snow has melted, the daylight hours are lengthening and albeit it reluctantly the temperatures are averaging a bit warmer.

Along with the annual season of rebirth and renewal, I’m taking better care of myself. I’ve gone more than a month now without drinking any Diet Coke™ (or similar beverages, as opposed to my daily habit of a gallon or more) or consuming any fried chicken (which used to be my default lunch, four to six times a week). My intake of land-based protein overall has dwindled to almost nothing. Instead I’m eating lots of seafood and vegetables. So, look for changes when next you see me.

Meanwhile, here at EATING AUTHORS we’ve got Dan Koboldt today. He’s a genetics researcher (which I think is really cool), but that’s not what caught my attention. Rather, it’s because the protagonist of his Gateways to Alissia series is a stage magician working in Vegas. As I’ve dedicated a million or so words to my own stage performer protagonist, I feel a certain kinship to Dan. Please note, this is not a prerequisite to enjoying his work.

Dan’s second book, The Island Deception, comes out tomorrow from Harper Voyager Impulse. And while what happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, what happens when you cross through a dimensional portal is another story altogether. But don’t take my word for it, go pick up a copy of the book.

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Eating Authors: Kat Howard

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Kat Howard

I just returned from a glorious weekend at Albacon, where my friend, the erudite Chuck Gannon was the GoH, and I had the delightful task of serving as his Roast Master. The timing was particularly good, as Sunday was also Doctoral Day, the personal holiday I observe to mark the successful defense of my dissertation thirty years ago. I mention this because as you’ll soon discover, it’s relevant to Kat Howard‘s most memorable meal, and she is this week’s guest here at EATING AUTHORS.

I can’t tell you much about Kat. Among the things we have in common are that we were both born in Chicago and have both been college professors. That — along with her obvious culinary taste — may be the extent of our similarities, but it’s a promising foundation I think.

Kat’s been nominated for the World Fantasy Award for short fiction, and last year branched out to novels with the release of Roses and Rot. Her next book is a fantasy thriller set in New York City. Look for An Unkindness of Magicians in early autumn, or save yourself the trouble and just pre-order it today.

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My 2017 Albacon Schedule

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March has gotten away from me and is almost out the door. But before it’s completely gone, I’ll be taking a roadtrip up to Albacon where my friend, Chuck Gannon is the Guest of Honor. It’s been a few since I’ve been to this convention (the last time I was there it was still being held in October!) and I’m looking forward to a weekend with friends and colleagues. Oh yeah, I’m the convention’s designated “RoastMaster” so I’ve got that going for me.

Here’s my schedule for those of you who wish to find me.

Friday, March 31st
8:00 – 8:55 p.m. | Colonie | Ice Cream Social
I’ve been off most dairy (and sugar and flour and land-based proteins) for the past four weeks. So come by and watch me get a sugar rush like I haven’t experienced since childhood!

Saturday, April 1st
3:00 – 3:25 p.m. | Hotel Bar | Reading
If everyone there has already read Barsk: The Elephants’ Graveyard, I’ll read a snippet from the opening of the sequel (now sitting on my editor’s desk).

4:00 – 4:55 p.m. | Hotel Lobby| Signing
This is your chance to come by and have me sign all the things! And too, I’ll have a few copies of Bars on hand, in case you’ve forgotten to bring one of your own.
with Ryk E. Spoor

8:00 – 8:55 p.m. | Colonie | Charles Gannon Roast
The convention asked me to write the appreciation of Chuck for the program book. Now I have to repudiate all the nice things I said there.
with Alex Shvartsman and Ken Burnside

Sunday, April 2nd
10:00 – 10:55 a.m. | Colonie | Tales of the Less-than-Consolidated Tech Republic
Contributors to the forthcoming Consolidated Tech Republic Anthology will discuss working in Charles Gannon’s world.
with Charles Gannon, Alex Shvartsman, and Robert E. Waters

As you can see, I am not heavily programmed. So look for me in the bar. Better yet, invite me out for a meal!

See you in Albany.

Eating Authors: Curtis C. Chen

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Curtis C. Chen

As you know, Bob, I joined the SFWA Board of Directors back on July 1st. It’s good work and I’m proud to be a part of the organization. I mention it because this week’s EATING AUTHORS guest, Curtis C. Chen (陳致宇), just ran unopposed for the position of Secretary, giving him a seat on the Board. He’ll be stepping into some big shoes to fill as he steps into the job currently held by Canadian author and three-time Prix Aurora Award finalist, Susan Forest. But now that I’ve learned about his most memorable meal, I’m especiallylooking forward to working alongside him.

His debut novel,Waypoint Kangaroo, is that wonderful blend of fast-paced spy thriller and smartass science fiction. It came out last year, and you should go read it now because the sequel, Kangaroo Too comes out in June.

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Eating Authors: Yoon Ha Lee

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Yoon Ha Lee

As I write this, it’s been more than two weeks since I’ve had either diet cola or fried chicken. This may not seem especially noteworthy to you, but as I typically consumed about a gallon of soda a day, and ate fried chicken at least five days out of every week, it’s pretty huge. I miss both a bit, but I don’t crave them. Go figure. Instead I’ve been eating more vegetables, fish, and shellfish. All of these changes have been making me look more closely at upcoming EATING AUTHORS installments, including this week’s guest, Yoon Ha Lee‘s meal, and asking myself “hey, can I even eat that now?”

Speaking of Yoon, you should recall his name from his many incredible short stories, which have garnered him multiple nominations for the Sturgeon award, the Locus award, and the WSFA Small Press award. More recently, his first novel Ninefox Gambit — the first volume of his Machineries of Empire series — has been nominated for the Nebula.

There’s an intelligence to his writing, a sense of order that likely either reflects his background in mathematics — he has a Masters in secondary mathematics education from Stanford — or goes back even further and stems from the same source that led him to pursue a mathematics degree at Cornell.

Yoon Ha Lee and I have never met, but I’m hoping to correct that in May during the Nebula Conference, preferably over a fine meal. I hope he likes seafood.

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Today is the deadline for Hugo nominations. I spent most of 2016 traveling promoting Barsk so I have no fiction out there for your consideration.


If you’ve enjoyed my weekly blog series, EATING AUTHORS, well then this would be your chance to throw a Hugo nom toward it.

I believe the series, EATING AUTHORS, is eligible in the Best Fanzine category.

And too, that I am therefore eligible in the Best Best Fan Writer category.

I’ve been sharing the results of pestering authors about their most memorable meals every Monday since June 6th, 2011 (with only two exceptions), giving you a peek into the live and minds of world famous writers and brand new authors, because it’s been a vehicle for “paying it forward” too.

So, with that in mind, if you’ve an open slot on your Hugo ballot in either or both categories (and so many of you do!) then please, do your part to either get me a new paperweight for my desk or send me to the Hugo Losers Party in Helsinki. Either way, thanks.

And remember, the deadline to make (or make changes to) your nominations is today, 17 March 2017 at 11:59pm Pacific Daylight Time (2:59am Eastern Daylight Time, 06:59 Greenwich Mean Time, 08:59 in Finland, all on 18 March).