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June 28, 2004

Dust Jacket

The dust jacket to Old Man's War, which the fine folks at Tor sent along to me over the weekend. I wrote in detail about it over at By The Way, so I won't replicate efforts here, but I will say it's got some nice blurbs on it by Cory Doctorow, Ken MacLeod and Robert Charles Wilson, all writers whose work I dig. So the next time I see them (which in the case of Mr. MacLeod and Mr. Wilson would also be the first time I see them), they're gettin' a couple rounds on me.

Update: Requests for a high-res version of the picture so people can read the flap copy. Here it is -- which, by the way, I did not write but like very much, so whoever did also gets beer:

John Perry did two things on his seventy-fifth birthday. First he visited his wife's grave. Then he joined the army.

The good news is that humanity finally made it into interstellar space. The bad news is that planets that are fit to live on are scarce -- and aliens willing to fight for them are common. The universe, it turns out, is a hostile place.

So: We fight. To defend Earth (a target for our new enemies, should we let them get close enough), and to stake our own claim to planetary real estate. Far from Earth, the war has gone on for decades: brutal, bloody, unyielding.

Earth itself is a backwater. The bulk of humanity's resources are in the hands of the Colonial Defense Forces, which shield the home planet from too much knowledge of the situation. What's known to everybody is that when you reach retirement age, you can join the CDF. They don't want young people, they want people who carry the knowledge and skills of decades of living.

You'll be taken off Earth and never allowed to return. You'll serve your time at the front. And if you survive, you'll be given a generous homestead stake of your own, on one of our hard-won colony planets.

John Perry is taking that deal. He has only the vaguest idea what to expect. Because the actual fight, light-years from home, is far, far harder than he can imagine -- and what he will become is far stranger.

Not bad, eh?

Posted by john at June 28, 2004 08:39 AM

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