John Sundman’s Books
Acts of the Apostles
A thriller about nanomachines, neurobiology, Gulf War Syndrome, and a Silcon Valley messiah.
"...a book infused with a sensibility that you don't normally expect a 'hard science fiction' novel to have: real emotions, real heartbreak and a real sense of the craziness at the core of the human condition."
—Andrew Leonard, Salon.com
Cheap Complex Devices
An anthology of the winners of the inaugural Hofstadter Prize for Machine-Written Narrative, with a preface by the editor and an introduction by the Hofstadter Prize Committee
"Cheap Complex Devices is astonishing, on just about every level a book can be astonishing."
—Rusty Foster, Kuro5hin.org
The Pains
In Freemerica, where Orwell's 1984 is fused with Ronald Reagan's 1984, a young monk tries to save the world from disintegration.
"All three of Sundman's books are somewhere between excellent and brilliant. ... The Pains touches upon the key issues of our time: it is a book which is philosophical to the point of being mystical."
—Michael Allen, Grumpy Old Bookman
Creation Science
conspiracy, duplicity, double-crosses, dispensational Christian fascism, misunderstandings, confusions, car crashes, megalomaniacal villains (in and out of government), explosions, gunplay, Russian Mafias, neuroscience, coincidence, mysterious islands not far from Cape Cod, information theory, love, regret, remorse, nostalgia and sex.
Published by late spring 2010, if not sooner. Pre-orders much appreciated.
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“I felt like I was in Church”
That’s a line attributed, if I recall correctly, to Eddy Vedder when asked about how he felt the first time he played with Neil Young (whose “Cortez the Killer” is playing through my headphones right now, now that you mention it, as it often does when I’m digging into basso philisophico depth of my own poor over-mined skull).
I didn’t feel like I was in church when I met uber-scientist George Church in his Harvard Med School lab/office six weeks ago, but I did feel a little bit awed and of course impressed. Turns out Church is a nice guy and we had a lovely chat. (How we met & what we talked about is a story for another day; all you CCD buffs might want to brush up on The Bremser Spam; that’s a hint.) I left behind a set of my books, and, somewhat to my surprise, he read them, and what’s more, liked them, and we’ve since become email buddies and we talk about this and that — subject to time constraints, of course, inasmuch as I’m an unemployed sometime novelist and he’s a world-famous scientist in charge of several important projects at various laboratories, not to mention being on the boards of too many companies to count, so sometimes I don’t have as much free time on my hands as he does.
Anyway I was so flattered that George @geochurch created a twitter account at my request just to pimp my novel The Pains! (Thanks, bro!)
I’ve since gotten half a dozen emails from random twitter people out there on earth saying, “Did you realize that George Church’s inaugural (so far only) tweet was about your books?”
I feel so special!
So anyway, as long as I’m here namedropping how George Church likes my books, let me cast modesty to the winds and cite his kind note on Amazon about my latest book, The Pains