Honolulu Hottie: a Hawaiian Cyberpunk story
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In 1989 I read my first cyberpunk novel, William Gibson’s Mona Lisa Overdrive. That novel got me reading science fiction again. Until then, I’d been on a Fantasy bender for the six years, and yes, you can get drunk on fantasy. My apologies to my brother and sister, for making them dress like hobbits and forcing them to call me The Great One. They partied like ewoks on Endor when I moved out for college.
Cyberpunk is considered an old genre (the cool kids are doing steampunk) but it appeals to the mundane science fiction reader in me. It’s mundane because Cyberpunk has similarities to reality, such as the absence of spaceships flitting from star to star at speeds faster than light (at least OUR spaceships). Cyberpunk stories are near future and filled with high-tech lowlifes. It’s a good genre for tales of “warning” because it’s mundane enough to see how our day-to-day life contributes to the tale’s vision.
What’s Hawaiian cyberpunk? Sunglasses and surfboards with datajacks? (Might as well do something with that leash around surfer’s leg.) Honolulu Hottie is my take on it. It’s a novelette which is like a novel but a third of the size because I only kept the good parts. The story’s about Nafi, a world champion surfer who got a regular job but get’s seduced by a political activist. She gets him in trouble, he loses his job, and they’re on the run from a corporate coverup that requires them dead. Surfboards, datajacks, crime, and poy. You know, Hawaiian cyberpunk.
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Honolulu Hottie is live on the Kindle for $3.00 to the worldwide public. If you’re subscribing to this blog for email service, you’ll receive a free copy. In the publishing industry, we call this an Advanced Reader’s Copy, or ARC, meaning you get it in advance of the public. You’ll receive in your email a Honolulu Hottie ARC.mobi and a Honolulu Hottie ARC.prc file which you can load onto your eReader device. The Amazon rep on the phone told me that they don’t support their Kindle users–no matter what device–loading .mobi or .prc from anywhere outside of the Kindle store. So they aren’t being helpful. But Amazon does offer a free Kindle Previewer application that you can install on your Mac or Windows computer. You can download it from here (windows, osx) or from Amazon. All you have to do is launch the Kindle Previewer, then drag-and-drop the .mobi file into the application (or file->open the .mobi file). Other free options are:
- Calibre, but they don’t handle the page breaks in the Kindle book so I don’t recommend it. It’ll work, but some of the material before the story starts gets jumbled and that’s not very pleasant. But it will display the nice custom fonts I used. (See the thumbnail to the right.)
- If you use a mobile device or Windows, you can use MobiPocketReader. To bad they don’t have a version for OSX.
Since I want you to enjoy the story rather than fiddle with technology, I suggest you go the Kindle Previewer route.
Those with a generous heart may hesitate to accept a free e-book, but it turns out I have a lot to gain: Your love of course. That’s ever in the fore of my mind. And your undying gratitude. That’s cool too because anything that doesn’t die has to be pretty damn cool. Most of all, I’m after your review of Honolulu Hottie on Amazon because a Kindle book without reviews is a lonely Kindle book indeed. So take a look at your ARC (on the Mac reader, drag-and-drop the .mobi file; for the PC, I imagine you do a file->open and load the .mobi; if you have a Kindle reader, plug it into your PC and copy the .mobi file to it; for the iPhone, I couldn’t do it so maybe some smart person will post a comment on how this is done) and then follow this link to Amazon and tell the world what you think in as few or many words as you want.
I’ll close with a surfer’s farewell: if you decide to ride that giant swell cresting the horizon, remember to keep the waxy side of the board up, the fin side down, and your datajacks rust free.