is where you perk your Sci-Fi.
Welcome to the
awe-inspiring and official
web site of world famous Canadian
Science Fiction novelist,
aging author, boy genius, futurist, literary theorist, poète
maudit, troubled visionary, and writer
Mark A. Carter. I'm living the dream, baby. Have I left
anything out? Oh right ...
and I'm handy too, which is
a rarity among the so-called Literati.
A. Carter - novelist
imagination on loan from God
of Adam, by Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni, painted
as a fresco on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel circa 1511-1512
Years ago, when
I sat with Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
and told him that I was an aspiring
Science Fiction novelist, he lit another
Pall Mall, took a long drag on the cigarette, and spoke
while he exhaled. What he said was this: "Young
man, be careful what you pretend to be because you are what you
pretend to be." Then he went on to tell me how he had
mysteriously been classified as a
Science Fiction novelist himself. And he was
vexed by it. Some thirty
years have passed since that meeting. And here I am living and
writing in Windsor, Ontario.
And now it is my turn to be vexed
with the label: Science Fiction.
If, after discovering
that I am a Science Fiction
novelist, and I get this all the time, your first,
boring beyond belief, burning,
utterly disingenuous, weird and wonderful question is:
"What kind of books do you write?" then you have
missed the point entirely. And I am forced to quote
Josephine Saxton who posed the question,
"Did your mother only breast-feed one of your heads?"
So, as the CHANCE
card in the Parker Brothers
board game Monopoly
Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
Go directly to: Tripping the Light
Fantastic and read what I have to say about
kind and that kind of people.
For the rest
of you, I created this web site as a venue to share my anecdotes
and to express my opinions about this,
that, and the other or to otherwise
rant. And, yes, I also created this web site to promote
my books, essays, fiction, literature, novels, stories, tales,
There you go. I'm living the dream, baby. So, let the
In case you've
been sleeping for a few years and have just awakened, or have
been away for twenty years
on a long sea voyage, or just arrived from a prolonged journey
through space and time, today
"All that we see or seem
is but a dream
within a dream."
- Edgar Allan Poe
If you proceed, you
may be forced to think. It's not illegal yet.
If you want to
merely exist in your happy, happy, happy, censored, homogenized,
and uninspired "Cloudcuckooland",
a term coined by
Aristophanes in 514 BCE,
in his comedy The Birds,
then stick your head in the sand elsewhere. Otherwise, this web
site is sure to corrupt you with ideas.
OMG. So, buckle up
because my rants and ravings often
go to Hell in a handcart. And if you read them, you are
doomed to join me on the tormented
WHAT'S NEW? To refute
Arthur C. Clarke's opinion that machines will never be
able to think, I have reprinted an article from
CNN about the synaptic, supercomputer
brain, the size of a postage stamp, that has just been
created by IBM.
In response to
the news earlier this year that Google
is now in the robot business,
I have been on an android,
intelligent machine, and killer
robot stint of late. It made me revisit some research
material I have had kicking around
since the days of my graduate work. And so,
in light of my recent obsession, I have edited an essay
by Arthur C. Clarke that is
still applicable today. Read: Can
a machine think?
In case you've
had your head stuck in the sand,
robots are indeed coming fast.
And I don't mean maids to tidy your dwelling. I mean
military robots of all kinds.
Did you know that the next war is expected to be a
robot war? Policy is being discussed now. I have reprinted
an article for your edification. Read:
I watched the
film The Machine recently
and was impressed with the message. So, I have written an
anatomy of the film, to educate readers who have only
recently submerged themselves in Science
Fiction, about how our fascination with
robots began and how it has progressed to this point.
Read: Anatomy of
Be scared. Be
very scared. Armies all over the world are developing
killer robots at an alarming rate. And it does not bode
well for us human beings. Yes, I'm talking
Terminator, baby. And if you are relying on movies
to show you advanced robot technology, forgetaboutit.
They are way behind showing you the
real deal. For your edification,
I have reprinted an article by Physicist
Louis Del Monte. Read:
OTHER RECENT RANTS and whatever - click on:
I hope you find
my web site anecdotes, opinions, rants, stories, and tales amusing.
Feel free to link to any page of this web site from your own.
Read my books and send me your feedback. Start a discussion group.
Be inspired to look at the world differently. And
spread the word, baby, about my rants, me, my books,
and this web site, s'il vous plaît.
Also, I believe
it is my obligation, as a so-called
high priest of literature, to write well, to set an example
of polished writing, amid the sea
swell of swill out there on the internet. It is especially
important nowadays, during this new
literary dark age where semiliterate
Neanderthals with attention deficit disorder scrawl their
electronic one-liners with
their thumbs replete with errors all
over God's green Earth, and consider themselves published.
Heaven help us all. And damned be the
Devil that invented the exclamation point.
But I get ahead
And yes, writing
books is a full time job, and then some. How could it be anything
but an obsession that occupies every waking and sleeping moment
of my life? J'écris donc que
je suis. For the uninitiated, that's a play on
René Descartes' "I
think therefore I am." Instead, I have written:
"I write therefore I am."
In other words, I would like to believe that my writing
CURRENT BOOK RELEASE:
Tellusian Seed and
Thea of the Seraphim have been translated into
French at long last. They are available in
Trade Paperback and in Kindle
onto your hat. There are more books by Mark A. Carter - novelist.
And yes, Virginia, they are written in English.
For those of
you who are out of the loop where my books are concerned, here
is the scoop: Hephzibah of Heaven
is the Mythpunk novel
that began it all. It is about what once was, what is, and what
It is about a
Seraphim in love with
Christ at the time of the crucifixion, who punishes mankind
for what he has done to her beloved; and, in turn, is banished
from Heaven and forced to walk the Earth for two thousand years.
It is about good versus evil and how human beings fit
into the mix. It is about the end of the old world and the beginning
of the new. It is about belief.
Thea of the Seraphim is the Mythpunk
prequel. The first part of the novel is about Angels,
Demons, God, Lucifer, and the War
of Heaven that once was. And the second part is about
a young human girl named Alex
with a passion for dioramas that alter reality who is stolen
from our world by Satan to
change Hell. And it is about
our part as Dream Warriors
in the War of Hell
that continues to this day.
Tellusian Seed is the
Mythpunk sequel. It is about the first creature outside
of Heaven to evolve into a God. It is about a human girl on the
New Earth who travels to Heaven as
Quetzalcoatl, meets God Almighty
face to face, and receives his blessing. And it is about
her timely return to Heaven
as Tezcatlipoca, when all
is said and done, to perform the ultimate task. And then
Psycho-Thrillers, French translations, and my first Book
of Rants ... oh my. Read: Coming