They haunt the spaces abandoned by the drift of global capitalism, high above the clouds, scanning the horizon for robber barons and bank executives, striking without warning to wreak vengeance in the name of the disenfranchised and the abandoned and the impoverished.
original drawing, over original photograph.
This is really happening.
My debut novel, The Art of Starving, will be published by HarperCollins. It’s young adult, science fiction, super dark and edgy and messed up.
Publishers Weekly ran this story on Tuesday, July 21st:
“Kristen Pettit of HarperCollins has bought THE ART OF STARVING by Sam J. Miller; it’s a novel about a gay, bullied, small-town boy with an eating disorder who believes that starving himself awakens a latent ability to read minds, predict behavior, and control the fabric of time and space. Publication is planned for spring 2017; Seth Fishman at the Gernert Company brokered the deal for North American rights.”
oh, hey, scuse me for a minute
::rolls around on the floor sobbing::
Honestly I don’t even think it’s sunk in yet, not fully. I’m beyond ecstatic to have found such a marvelous home for this book that means so much to me. I owe everything to my brilliant agent Seth Fishman, and to my beloved writing comrades in the Clarion class of 2012 and in Altered Fluid, who, besides providing the love and support and great critiques that have helped polish whatever dull shard of talent I might possess, also gave incredible feedback on the messy messy first draft of this book.
Most importantly, I owe a ton of love and gratitude to my family, my husband Juancy and my sister Sarah and my mom, but especially to my father, Hyman Miller, who for the past seven years exemplified strength and hope and fearlessness in his fight with cancer. Two weeks before this deal, dad said “I just want to see you publish a book before I die,” and we finalized this book deal the day before he passed away. So while this has been a really tough couple of weeks for me and my family, I’m so proud and happy that he knew I had achieved this life goal.
And to celebrate this novel about a sad boy with an eating disorder, here, have some pictures I drew, of happy chubby gay guys (based on the incredible work of the Japanese manga doujinshi artist SUV).
I made this illustration for my comrade Alyssa Wong, a brilliant wonderful writer, all-around-inspiration to humanity, and commander of an army of unstoppable giant terrifying monsters from the deeps. She wrote two of my favorite stories of the past couple years, the Nebula-nominated “The Fisher Queen,” and the scary heartbreaking “Scarecrow.” Go to her website! Read her stuff! FALL ON YOUR KNEES BEFORE THE MARVEL THAT IS ALYSSA.