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Translations of Ancillary Justice

Among the wonderful people I met at Worldcon were several who were interested in whether or when AJ would be translated into various languages. In some cases I could answer pretty easily, off the top of my head, but not in all, and I figured I ought to list upcoming translations here so folks who are interested will know.

So. Thus far, there are plans to translate Ancillary Justice into something like a dozen languages.

  • Hebrew–SiAl
  • Dutch–Luitingh Fantasy
  • Spanish–Ediciones B SFF
  • Czech–Albatros Media
  • French–J’ai Lu
  • Italian–Fanucci Editore
  • Polish–Muza
  • Japanese–Tokyo Sogensha
  • Hungarian–Gabo
  • Bulgarian–Bard
  • Russian–Fantastika Book Club Publishers
  • Romanian–Art Grup Editorial
  • German–Heyne Verlag
  • Turkish–Ithaki Yayinlari
  • Portuguese (in Brazil)–Editora Aleph
  • There may or may not be more coming.

    I am really interested in how certain aspects of the novel will translate into certain languages. Hungarian, for example, doesn’t have gendered pronouns to begin with. And I had a really lovely conversation with my German translator (Hi, Bernard!) about how he’s thinking of handling some of the nouns, which have to be gendered in German. (Lieutenant, for example!)

    I’m also eager for the Spanish translation, since my daughter, who has been studying Spanish for five or six years now and really enjoying it, has said she’ll condescend to read it when it’s available in Spanish. Partly because it’s my novel, and partly, she says, because she’s sure she’ll learn a lot in the attempt.

    So, anyway, there’s the current list of upcoming translations. If there are more, I’ll blog about them so people can find them.


    I’m back! And I had a fabulous, if exhausting, time. I arrived Wednesday morning, got all registered and everything–good call, because I gather the lines the next day or so were pretty amazingly huge–and went to the Orbit party, which was in a lovely venue near St Paul’s with a wonderful view. Met a zillion wonderful people, some of whom I’d met before, some of whom I only knew from the internet, some of whom were entirely new to me. It was fabulous.

    That “met a zillion wonderful people” thing was a major theme of the week. I met so many people, in fact, that a day or two in my social circuits were more or less overwhelmed and I was having trouble sorting out who I’d met and when, and a few times I remembered that someone had said something–but it turned out, someone else had said it. Usually it was someone else who had been part of the same conversation and I’d just failed to tag it correctly in memory, I guess, but it was a strange experience.

    The venue was GINORMOUS. I never did get to the other end of it, where things besides Loncon were happening. I swear I did more walking in a few days than I generally do in a couple of weeks. But the venue was really nice. I was dubious about the Fan Village thing, but it seemed to work out really well. There seemed to be plenty of elevators and ramps (though there may have been access problems I didn’t know about), traffic flowed pretty well, except in a couple of hallways where most of the panels were, which were really freaking crowded during shift changes. I did really like the whole “food court” kind of thing they had going on–not that any of it was life-changingly delicious, but so often at a con you’re stuck with the (incredibly expensive and often crowded) hotel restaurant, and then you hope there’s something decent within walking distance. The setup at the ExCel meant there was generally a good variety of food available right there at the con.

    As seems to be the case with me and Worldcons, I attended only one panel. This time it was the Coode Street Podcast recording. I was on a couple others, and had a good time doing them.

    So, you know, I had a great time.

    Oh, and there was the Hugo Ceremony on Sunday night. Yeah. That little thing.

    So, honestly, I expected Wheel of Time to take the rocket home. And I was good with that. There is, annually, some hand-wringing about the Hugos–they’re broken, they’re a sign of [insert thing you despise], they’re meaningless, they should be abolished, whatever. But it’s always seemed to me that the whole point of the Hugos is that people vote for the things that they love. This is not always the same as “the best” or “the most literary” or “the most sophisticated” or whatever–but determining “the best” or any of those other things is a really complicated question, and in the end it’s not actually what the Hugos are about. The Hugos are about what the members of Worldcon love.

    Of course, at this point I have a vested interest in saying such a thing. But I’ve always felt that was the case, and never had much of a problem with it. Yeah, sometimes things I don’t love (or things I actively dislike) will win, but that’s the breaks. I might grouse about it to friends, and wish the thing I’d voted for had done better, but eh, it’s not the end of the world. This isn’t to say I don’t think winners should be held up for criticism–I absolutely do. But I generally don’t find that my preferred candidate not winning–or even my not having a candidate I think much of–is a sign of the ultimate bankruptcy of science fiction or whatever.

    Anyway. I knew how many people really, really love the Wheel of Time. It’s not my thing, but it doesn’t need to be, does it. So I was just happy to go to London and dress up and go to the parties and be within spitting distance of the Hugo.

    Yeah. About that.

    Oh. My. God. Afterwards, people were saying, “Did you see, when your name was called…” or “Did you hear…” and I was like, I saw and heard nothing. I was just trying not to fall the fuck over from shock on my way up the steps. Cause, like I said, I was sure it belonged to WoT and I was all ready to cheer for it.

    I did have one or two people tell me they were WoT fans but had put AJ in first place, and I would like to say how much that means to me. Because like I said, I know fans of WoT really, really love it.

    And then my Twitter and my email exploded, and haven’t yet quite recovered. If you have emailed me or tweeted at me (particularly if you tweeted at me, Twitter doesn’t really want to show me all of my mentions right now, and I don’t blame it, there are a zillion of them) I would like to say THANK YOU. If you had told me at any time before Sunday night that winning a Hugo (let alone any other awards) was anything more than an embarrassingly grandiose fantasy, I would have said (did, in fact, to a couple people) that it was nice of you to say so, but come on, now, really.

    Uh huh. Wow. I just…really, words fail.

    It doesn’t help that I just got home last night, and my body still kind of thinks it should be in London, so I’m not exactly at my most witty and articulate, but I think I’d be having problems even if I weren’t tired and jetlagged. Holy crap.



    So, do you love tea? More importantly, have you felt a strong desire to drink Ancillary Justice-themed tea?

    Now you can!

    Click on over to Adagio Teas, where I’ve made three novel-related blends:

    Justice is a green tea–the main component is kukicha, with a bit of cucumber white and some coconut. If you’re not a green tea fan, this might not be your thing. Kukicha is leaves and stems, and very…it’s the sort of thing reviewers at Adagio call “grassy” which, I guess I can see. I like it a lot, personally, but if you don’t, you’ll probably prefer….

    Propriety, which is a white tea with apricot and cornflowers. Very mild, just a bit fruity.

    Or you could go for Benefit, which is a black tea, with orange and chocolate. This tea smells amazing in the bag, and it’s the one my daughter and her friends drank all up last winter.

    Benefit, by the way, is in a ‘ship with Propriety, which in Adagio-speak means that if you order both, you get ten percent off.

    Oh, and some fandom blenders over at Adagio make the most beautiful labels, but…well, you can see from my labels just exactly how skilled I am at graphic design. Which is to say, not very. Well, it is what it is.

    Now, you’re probably wondering what I get out of this deal. So, it works like this: when someone buys one of my blends, I get points that I can apply towards the purchase of more tea. Like I need more tea! (It is all research, I swear!) So one bag sold equals essentially one dollar towards my next tea purchase at Adagio.

    The website says they ship overseas, too, btw, though I imagine it’s kind of expensive to do so.

    And no, I don’t have a tea problem, I can stop any time, I swear.

    Price cut!!

    So, starting, I think, yesterday, and I think going on for the next couple of weeks, Ancillary Justice is available for $1.99. In ebook, of course. And only certain places. Amazon, of course, is not one of those places, because Amazon is…I am biting my tongue about Amazon.

    Anyway. You can get Ancillary Justice for $1.99 at Barnes & Noble, iTunes, or the Google Play store.

    So if you or someone you know read the first hundred pages of the novel in the Hugo packet and would like to read the rest? You can get it for pretty cheap right now.

    I wish I could say that Amazon and Kobo were doing the same. Amazon…yeah. And I’ve actually been making most of my ebook purchases through Kobo lately, because my local indie shop gets a cut. But ebooks are pretty nearly always full price through Kobo.

    When I first bought an ebook reader, I got myself a little Sony e-ink thing, which I liked very much but then dropped on the driveway and cracked the screen. I spent some time considering whether I should replace it with another Sony, or buy something else. In the end, I bought a tablet because I didn’t want to be locked into a particular bookseller. (And just this year Sony got out of the business of selling books and transferred my purchases over to Kobo–which was tremendously easy for me to handle since I’ve already got the Kobo app on my tablet.) But of course, tablets (and e-readers that can function as tablets) are more expensive than your basic e-ink reader, so I realize that’s not an option for everyone. I recommend it if you can do it, though.

    So, this is beyond cool

    So, yeah, sometimes I google my book. And I ran across this thing called “Tumblr”? I don’t know, maybe you’ve heard of it? I actually have an account but I have done nothing with it because I don’t quite understand the logic of Tumblr, how the conversations work there. It took me a while to get Twitter, too, though, and I eventually did. I’ll probably figure Tumblr out just before everyone leaves it for the next big thing.

    But meantime. I was googling, like you do, and I ran across some fanart. Which I gather is kind of a thing on Tumblr? I don’t know, I just think this fanart is awesome, and I thought I would link to it and share the awesome.

    So check out Raemanzu’s picture of Breq/One Esk Nineteen and Seivarden and another one on Deviant Art, both of which made me smile so much when I saw them. And this one just of Breq.

    Then there’s Marrowskies’ drawing of Lieutenant Awn, and one of Breq/One Esk Nineteen and Seivarden. Those just made me happy.

    How fabulous are those? No, don’t answer that, because I already know. Pretty darn fabulous! One of the things I love about all these (definitely not the only thing, but) is the way that each artist has their own vision of the characters, and their work is very different, and of course neither of them has drawn the characters exactly the way I think of them–and yet they work, they seem right. At least, to me they do!


    Or, as my phone would insist, Nebulae.

    So, I went to San Jose last weekend for the Nebula Awards. Mostly I went because it was an excuse to dress up and hang out with my friends, and really anything else was gravy. I mean, it was all gravy to begin with, so I guess anything else would be, what, an extra helping of super-special gravy?

    Every now and then someone would ask me if I thought I would win. And I really had no idea. And wasn’t giving the possibility much serious thought. I mean, look at the list:

    We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, by Karen Joy Fowler won the PEN/Faulkner award, and there’s a really good reason for that. It’s fabulous.

    The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman is, you know, by Neil Gaiman. And this is widely considered to be one of his best.

    Fire with Fire by Charles E. Gannon won the Compton Crook award–in fact, it beat Ancillary Justice.

    Hild, by Nicola Griffith is amazing and lovely and has just been named a finalist for the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.

    The Red: First Light, by Linda Nagata, is as far as I can tell, the first ever self-published book to be nominated for a Nebula.

    A Stranger in Olondria, by Sofia Samatar has already won the Crawford Award and is–well, I’ve probably already bored you in the past telling you to go read it. Go read it if you haven’t. Sofia also had a short story on the Nebula ballot, and is nominated for the Campbell (NOT A HUGO) this year, so, you know, yeah.

    The Golem and the Jinni, by Helene Wecker is a book I’ve seen turn up on lots of year-end-best lists, and with good reason.

    Basically, it really, truly is an astonishing honor to have my book listed among those books, and I would have been happy to see any of them win.

    Any of them didn’t win. Ancillary Justice did.

    It’s a good thing I had a speech ready just in case, and written all the way down. I know at least one nominee who had only a small kind of post-it thingy with some bullet points jotted on it. She won and proceeded to speak very well. I could not have done that. I probably would have only been able to gibber.

    You guys. I am so astonished. This year. It has been such an amazing year. And I can’t tell you how much I appreciate the folks who have read and enjoyed Ancillary Justice. It’s been an amazing year largely because of you all. Thank you.


    So, just the other day I was thinking to myself about what an amazing year this has been, and that no matter what happened over the next months, I had essentially already won–and won BIG.

    How many people finish writing an entire novel? Fewer than don’t. That’s an accomplishment in itself. Of those, how many go on to hook an agent with that novel? Far, far fewer. If I never got any farther than that, well, I’d still gotten pretty far.

    How many people then actually sell that novel? The numbers are dropping, and yet again if I got that far, and no farther, I’d be doing pretty darn awesomely, thank you very much.

    Wait. Award nominations? Now we’re talking an easily countable number, at least in a given year. And at the first nomination, I’m way beyond anything I ever thought was likely, or even possible. It doesn’t really matter if I win or not at that stage, because, I mean, seriously. That’s just spectacular, so unexpectedly and wonderfully so.

    I’ve thought various stages of this at various times during the last year, and yes, I was thinking this again yesterday morning. Because, yes, the Clarke Award was going to be announced and I knew I wasn’t going to win. How could I? I knew what else was on the shortlist–five other other books, as it happens, truly fabulous books.

    And I found that didn’t bother me at all. I mean, yes, it would have been completely awesome to have a trophy to put next to my (completely adorable) Golden Tentacle, sure. But seriously, the year I’ve been having. It’s been so amazing. And in fact, I was looking forward to congratulating whoever did win, because awesome folks being happy makes me happy. So I pulled up Twitter, so I would be ready to do that, and I sat there in my bathrobe chatting with people.

    Um. You guys. Turns out, Ancillary Justice won the Clarke. Jenni Hill, my UK editor, accepted for me, and then called me to congratulate me but I’m afraid I was more or less incapable of speech.

    I still mostly am. I mean, I can talk easily about what I did yesterday morning, or what I had for dinner last night.* But when I get to the part about winning the Clarke, I mostly just say Oh, my God a lot, with an occasional Holy fuck.

    I guess I’ll get it processed eventually, but oh, my God. I won the freaking Clarke.


    *Sweet-potato crusted salmon with grilled asparagus, some “gourmet” macaroni and cheese and kale chips off the 14yr old’s plate cause no way was he eating kale & there was a lot of the mac & cheese. It was all amazing.


    The third hill on this roller coaster weekend was the BSFA Awards. Ancillary Justice was nominated, alongside several other fabulous books.

    Ancillary Justice did, in fact, win. I couldn’t be there, sadly, but the lovely Daniel Franklin stood in for me, for which I am incredibly grateful.

    Adding to the excitement–there was a tie, so Gareth L Powell’s Ack Ack Macaque ALSO won, which I think is fabulous. Basically for two reasons: first, I’m all for glory being spread around. Glory for all! There is enough for everyone! And second, apparently this is a sort of historic thingy for the BSFA awards–the first ever tie. Apparently, voting runs during the convention itself (that would be Eastercon), and so they didn’t actually know who any of the winners were until yesterday morning. Surprise! They only had one trophy made up, I gather, which is of course entirely reasonable, and you can see it (and my co-winner!) here.

    I am beyond pleased. I am, truth be told, a bit delirious, though that may just be all the peeps I have consumed this weekend.


    Hill number two is, of course, the Hugo nominations.

    They tell you in advance, presumably so you can turn a nomination down if you’re so inclined.* So I’ve known for about a week but now I can finally say it! Ancillary Justice has been nominated for a Hugo.

    I’ve been trying to think of something coherent to say about that, but mostly I’ve just been going “OMG OMG OMG.”


    Tomorrow’s hill is the BSFA awards. And, you know, while I absolutely hope I win, I can also think of non-Ancillary Justice results that would please me. So I plan to enjoy tomorrow afternoon, whatever happens.

    *And then you’re supposed to not tell anyone else until the public announcement. But of course, there’s a bit of backstage whispering, and cryptic tweets from other SF&F folks take on a whole new dimension if they’re posted shortly after you get that email, or you’ve gotten an excited “Don’t tell!!!” from a friend.