Today is your last day to download the original Fairyland for free. Downloads close at 8pm. Thank you to everyone who felt the glee of this and had fun with the mini-game.

It’s also worth noting that today Amazon announced Fairyland as their Best YA Book for May. This is extraordinary, to say the least. Cory Doctorow’s extremely extraordinary review is on the Amazon page.

My little book is getting quite a christening. I am proud and nervous and it’s only a few days before I leave on my tour. I am on editor’s orders to rest…which means only a little work. 😉

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I imagine we’re not allowed to post about anything else today. Every post begins: Osama bin Laden is dead. Just like how 9/11 was the only acceptable topic for art after the event (I had someone scream at me on a message board for saying that poetry on other subjects was still something anyone should even try), if you don’t post about this one you might as well put your blog away.

Well, I don’t know. Seems like one more corpse on the pile to me. Sorry, but this war, this decade of war has made me cynical. It’s made me not believe in just government on any level, and made me wary and gunshy of my fellow citizens’ glee. If we’re dancing in the streets either the Lakers won or someone’s dead. I was told immediately after posting that it felt like a Pyrrhic victory to me, and tasted like ash, that I was in the minority and that for ALL servicemen and their families, ALL 9/11 and rescue workers families this is joy and closure and relief.

I’m still amazed, years later, how people are willing to speak for those sections of the population, even when and especially when they aren’t part of those demographics.

I’m not a servicemember’s wife anymore. But I was, during the commencement of hostilities in Iraq. He did two tours over there. And it changed the way I think about military action completely. I used to watch the news. I used to follow politics avidly. It’s like a really cool game, see, where plays get called and victories happen and there are championships. It’s less fun when an idle kick in that game could destroy your family. There is literally no political situation in which I feel the loss of someone I love is a good trade. For oil rights, for imperialist ambitions, for punitive measures, for revenge. I find it hard, even for "freedom" which is such a nebulous concept, to say sure, I and my loved ones will die for a minor tick in our governments win column. This is an unpopular thing to say–all Americans must immediately state their willingness to die for freedom. No hesitation. Are you some kind of communist, that you don’t want to die for an ill-defined philosophical concept that has been used to justify everything wicked in the last decade? Do your colors run? Freedom means living. It means saying no when the man comes around. I do not locate my personal freedom in my ability to die for my government, or watch my loved ones die and play the good wife while they rot. (That used to play in my head every time they’d report someone of my husband’s rank and branch dead. That he’d die and I’d have to look into a camera and say it was worth it, that I was happy to sacrifice him for my country. Dulce et decorum est.)

We love WWII because the cause was so obviously just, because you can’t be a good person and say you wouldn’t fight against an evil like that. It was so black and white on our side, and on our side so few died. (Our side meaning the lantern-jawed John Wayne Greatest Generation constantly canonized soldiers who strode in late to the graveyard that was Europe. Compared to Jewish, Russian, Roma, and other casualties, our losses were minimal.) We felt so strong. In some ways I think we’re always trying to recapture that feeling of being a country of superheroes. With every war we invoke that one, we hope it will be that good.

Like any addict, we’re always looking for a fix as good as the one we remember from the early days. The one that said to our bones: this is the stuff. Anything, anything, to ride this wave forever. And it always takes more and more to feel that way again.

And we got a good hit last night. Someone who was a villain, who we could hate without reservation, who looked bad and scary and did bad things and we can just ignore all the parts where we used to help him out, and still are bestest BFFs with his home nation that helped him out. Nevermind that stuff. It’s the sweet humors of revenge and justice–not justice in whatever fruity intellectual way you lefties mean it, but justice meaning we got ours and we were right. That’s what justice means now.

So, yeah. If people get closure from it, great. I’m not getting that feeling from the dancing in the streets crowd, but ok. I think when you genuinely lose, getting a tiny measure of blood doesn’t erase all that much pain. But I wouldn’t speak for people who were actually in the city on the day, who lost their folk. I wouldn’t even speak for military members and their families. I am not one of their number anymore. I can only speak for myself and say that death is death is death, and by any measure, we have let enough of it as a nation to balance out 3,000. But of course blood can never be balanced. That’s the fallacy. It will never be enough. If hundreds of thousands in Iraq and Afghanistan wasn’t enough, nothing will ever be. We will wake up tomorrow and need more, because even this one man is only enough for a moment. It’s too good a gig for a government. You can get away with so much if people are both afraid and hungry to feel strong. Who could give that up?

I’m tired, is all. I’m tired of my cynicism never being quite enough to keep up with current events. I’m tired of arguing with people on the internet about how I am allowed to feel in order to be a proper citizen. I’m tired of death being the currency we buy our lives with. I’m tired of the 21st century, which shit on everyone’s doorstep right out of the gate, and kept on coming.

I don’t begrudge anyone their own emotional response. I’ve just had too many over the last ten years to be able to summon up very much more than ashes and bile this time.

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Fairyland is now available for free download until the evening of Monday, May 2nd.

Follow the signpost.

There’s a little game to get the download–I hope you like it. This is the original text, without illustrations. Please do not pirate it or upload it where it shouldn’t be, which is more or less anywhere. Do feel free to tell anyone you like about the window.

Thank you all, everyone who came this far. The best is yet to come.

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I’ve just received the go-ahead on this.

Starting tomorrow at 9 am, and continuing until Monday evening, you will be able to download the complete, original Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland from my website for free. The print book will come out on May 10th.

This is our way–and it was very kind of Feiwel to allow it–of saying thank you to everyone who has followed this book and loved it.

Please do not upload to torrent sites–a useless plea, I know, but I had to make it.

I’ll let you know when the clock starts. (Note that this will be the original version, without illustrations. The Kindle version et all will have the illos. Best I could do, guys.)

I can’t believe this book is finally a physical thing! So strange. But the print edition is so gorgeous, it’s an argument in itself of why physical books still matter.

Love you all. Here we go. The Green Wind is almost here.

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