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Of Roads and Rivers and Roots

A white swan floats on a park pond, while in the background Canada geese paddle and mallards sleep on the shore.
Be very careful not to name this swan.

Friends, readers, fellow travellers,

I'm writing from a dear friend's dining room table in St Louis, where I'm listening to sparrows, petting a perfect orange cat, and catching my breath. From March 4 to March 8 I was in a different city every day: New York, Portland (Maine), Chapel Hill, Cincinnati, and finally here, meeting booksellers and readers, reconnecting with friends and colleagues, some of whom I hadn't seen since before the pandemic. The years dissolved between us like sugar. On Friday I'll set out again, for Tucson's Festival of Books, and then there'll be another spell of quiet to ravel myself up and write and catch up on correspondence, and then there'll be yet more travel, to Anaheim for Wondercon and Dallas for the TLA conference, and then, thereafter, home. For like eight days? And then more travel! I did this to myself!

It's been such a wild and wonderful time.

The top half of my face in the foreground as I attempt a bookstore selfie that encompasses the crowd of people assembled at Books Are Magic for my event with Helen Rosner. There are around 50 people in the room, organised into two sides with a central aisle; one man in the front row is lifting his arms in excitement.
The crowd at Books Are Magic in Brooklyn.

Outstanding event at @flyleafbooks.bsky.social with @amalelmohtar.com and @crashwong.bsky.social tonight!

Samuel Montgomery-Blinn (@montsamu.bsky.social) 2025-03-07T01:45:20.520Z

Every single stop involved meeting new people, hearing their stories about and passion for This Is How You Lose the Time War as well as their excitement for or enjoyment of The River Has Roots. But older work turned up too: one couple at the Flyleaf event told me they were expecting, and asked if I'd sign a copy of The Honey Month to their future child. Start to finish was this long, beautiful ribbon of people, dressing to match a book or bejewelling a book to match them, some of whom had driven hours to attend the event, all of them shining with what is surely the best of us: trying, with all our hearts, to express gratitude towards the people and art that make us feel something of what the world could be.

Here's a tiny sample of readerly wizardry I got to witness.

A reader with fabulous personal style (fluffy jumper, gorgeous nails and rings, blue dip-dyed hair and a lot of earrings and facial piercings) holding up a copy of This Is How You Lose the Time War having bedazzled the cover with sequins.
A fabulous reader at Print's event brought me this incredibly jazzed up copy to sign.
My hand is holding a phone on which is displayed a photo of handmade art object: a lamp suspended above a makeshift loom, from which dangle three painted envelopes, suggesting letters, one in red and two in blue.
A high school student turned in this project instead of an essay on This Is How You Lose the Time War and their teacher ABSCONDED with it!

Meeting @amalelmohtar.com tonight was absolutely magical!!! As promised here is the progress on my magnum opus crochet blanket (and a bonus of my cat)

EJ Howler (@andromedafalls912.bsky.social) 2025-03-08T01:40:56.468Z

There were some phrases that I heard repeated: "thank you for coming to ___," and "I'm sure people say this all the time, but," or "you must be tired of hearing this, but". I found myself trying desperately to make understood the fact that I have not tired of hearing people's joy in my work. That if I ever tire of it I won't know myself. That the repetition of something so fulsome and kind is a blessing, and how could a body tire of blessings? That to travel to any new place is a privilege and a gift and a deep, deep pleasure.

Photo of me holding up a giant version of the cover to THE RIVER HAS ROOTS. I'm wearing my dark wavy hair half-up, half-down, a black mask, and a lacy floral top with gold accents layered under a black tank top with swishy wide-legged black trousers and a wide leatherish belt with a round brass buckle. In the background are shelves full of books.
The lovely staff at Flyleaf had me sign this big cardboard standee of the cover!

The travel itself, though, was a bit of a gauntlet. At one point I got the notice to check in for the next day's flight while en route to the airport for that morning's. My decision to travel with only carry-on luggage for a month spent bouncing from biome to biome meant that I had to unpack and repack it every evening before bed; I averaged 4-5 hours of sleep a night for that first week, and lived off protein bars because of arriving at hotels at exactly the wrong moment for meals; I may have lost my favourite Parrish Relics necklace to Chapel Hill's AC Marriott, while Cincinnati's hotel laundry service misplaced a shirt that will hopefully make its way back to me before I leave St Louis.

But whatever faerie tithe the tour's taken, it's given me incalculably more.

A photo of Maria Dahvana Headley, Bo Bolander, and myself in a diner called Walter's with a superbly tiled foliate floor. Maria and Bo are extremely fashion forward; Maria's wearing bright red leatherish trousers, black boots, and a black tunic long-sleeved top, waist defined with a white belt clasped with a huge gold unicorn head buckle; Bo's wearing shiny slim-fitting gold trousers, a black and white tshirt with a wing pattern on it under a red and white keffiyeh; and I'm wearing a black and green keffiyeh over a blue silk velvet jacket, black tank top, black belt and wide-leg bluejeans.
Catching up with Maria Dahvana Headley and Bo Bolander in NYC; I hadn't seen Maria since 2017.
Diner table selfie in which I'm grinning excitedly at the camera and trying to angle it to capture Helen Rosner, Helena Fitzgerald, and a table of delicious food (chicken tenders and tater tots, pickles, and a bafflingly perfect plate of ritz crackers surrounding a goblet of nutella.)
Helen Rosner, Helena Fitzgerald, and me at Montague's. I'd last seen both in October 2024 but that was also the first time we'd met in person!

Selfie in which Cat and I are smiling at the camera; my dark hair's braided to the side and I'm wearing a fuzzy black beanie and an all-black keffiyeh with a dark purple jacket over a white tank top, and Cat's wearing her dark hair down with a colourful hand-knitted scarf she made herself over an olive green dress with a black military-style jacket with white popping on the lapels and silver buttons. Behind us is a mural on a brick wall of a poem, of which only a few words are visible ("through me with ... winds")
Hanging out with Cat Valente before our event; the last time we'd been in each other's company was 2019.
Alyssa Wong, a brilliant author, wearing black trousers and a black t-shirt that reads "Protect Trans Kids" in a gothic font illustrated with a knife and rose. They're throwing a peace sign while petting an adorable dog that looks like a tiny German shepherd.
Alyssa Wong, whom I'd not seen since 2017 (?!), and their perfect dog.

When this newsletter lands in your inbox, The River Has Roots will have been out in the world for one full week. It's hard to wrap my head around; I feel like I've both been travelling forever and also like I've barely begun, that I'm still just setting out. To everyone who pre-ordered the book, raved about it, expressed enthusiasm towards it, came out to events, and freshly signed up to this newsletter – thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

Wishing you all the best wherever you are,

Amal

A post-event hotel room selfie in which I'm wearing my long wavy dark hair down, with a green and black keffiyeh over a Samantha Pleet blouse in a medieval illumination print featuring flowers and fruits. The bad lighting is being heroically combatted by foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner and lipstick, which I rarely put on myself but am always happy to have skilled people like Cat Valente put on me.
The light is so bad but the makeup (courtesy of Cat V) is so good!

Recorded Conversations

I'm delighted to share that some of the event conversations were recorded, so that people who couldn't make it out can still tune in if they're interested:

My conversation with Alyssa Wong at Flyleaf was also recorded but I'm not sure whether that's for release or for a vault; I'll post it here if it becomes available!

Signed stock

A photo taken at Joseph-Beth Booksellers in Cincinnati. Four stacks of ten copies each of THE RIVER HAS ROOTS in the centre, while behind them is a book cart with a whole shelf full of more copies, behind which is a bookseller holding up one more copy partially obscuring their face.
I signed ALL THOSE BOOKS

I left every bookstore with heaps of signed copies in my wake, of both This Is How You Lose the Time War and The River Has Roots, and I think most of them will ship books out for the price of postage. But in addition to Books Are Magic, Print, Flyleaf, Joseph-Beth Booksellers, and Left Bank Books, I signed copies at Perfect Books in Ottawa, Barnes & Noble in Union Square, and – most surprisingly to me – Barbara's Bookstore at Chicago O'Hare!

A display stand titled “Just Landed: HOT New Fiction,” where at the top left is a faced-out stack of THE RIVER HAS ROOTS, my tiny solo debut!
Selfie in which I’m wearing a flo mask, black fuzzy beanie and black-on-black keffiyeh next to a bookseller wearing a shirt that reads CHICAGO. Between us is a stack of signed copies of my book.

People keep telling me they've spotted it in airports and I'm truly gobsmacked. It's incredible to imagine so many people from so many walks of life just glimpsing it in passing.

Praise for The River Has Roots

I've been so grateful for the trade coverage so far!

  • Library Journal and Kirkus both gave it starred reviews.
  • In a roundup for The Guardian, Lisa Tuttle calls it "A pitch-perfect story of love and sacrifice, yearning and discovery, like a classic folk tale, but freshly minted."
  • In SFX magazine Nic Clarke gave it 5 stars, calling it "A powerful, gorgeous little story of sisterly love, the power of words, and revenge as a dish best served in verse."

Interviews about The River Has Roots

In The River Has Roots, El-Mohtar has her characters Esther and Ysabel sing the Palestinian folkloric resistance song “Tarweedeh Shmaali” (“Lover’s Hymn”), which she discovered on El-Funoun Palestinian Popular Dance Troupe’s album Zajel. Resistance is core to The River Has Roots, a book shaped by the elements that have defined El-Mohtar: sisterhood, borders, languages. She always wants her work to “tell truths and surprise [herself]”, and she’s clear about the power of fiction. “What literature can do for the Arab region is exemplified in the enormous efforts expended to silence and repress it,” she says. “Literature is powerful and has the potential and the possibility to stir minds to action and hope and resistance.”

A Time War Surprise!

Cover image for a new deluxe hardcover edition of This Is How You Lose the Time War by me and Max Gladstone. Against a textured starry field, an elongated beige oval strip contains the title and our names encircling two open envelopes, one pointing up and the other pointing down, the top one opening onto a reddish star field and the bottom one opening on to a blueish star field. The envelopes are laid against a lattice through which you can see the black starry space beyond, the weight of them distorting the lattice. The overall effect is elegant and beautiful.
Surprise!

While I've been travelling, Saga Press announced delicious news: they're releasing an absolutely gorgeous deluxe hardcover edition of This Is How You Lose the Time War in November, and you can pre-order it now!

They also made this adorable video of staff getting to see the new design for the first time. I get a little misty watching it! It's wild to think this book's been out for six years and still finding its way to new people to delight.


Postscripts

  • Having now travelled through [counting on fingers] eight airports with it over the past week, I can highly recommend using a flo mask for air travel. (No one is paying me to say this.) It's so comfortable and adjustable and my glasses don't fog up and my ears don't hurt and it is, for me, absolutely worth the investment. There's a pressure factor – for mid-size events I've still put on my KN94 because I find it easier to speak a lot with – but if you're going to sit for a long time in quiet and zone out among people actively coughing and hacking around you I truly recommend it.
  • If you're in the vicinity of NYC I invite you to join the WGAE (Writers' Guild of America East) and a broad coalition of our union siblings, this Saturday, March 15th at 11:00 ET at Foley Square in Manhattan at a march to fight back against cutting vital government programs to fund tax breaks for billionaires. RSVP here!
  • It's been acutely horrifying to watch Mahmoud Khalil's story develop while I've been travelling in the US. To put this as plainly as possible: anything you can do to denounce and decry the disappearance of your neighbours is something you should and must do. If you've ever once in your life thought that fighting fascism is necessary and important, summon that conviction to your soul right now and hold fast to it, and understand that the evil you need to oppose is here among you, and it isn't people speaking in solidarity with Palestinians. It never has been.

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