Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Iain Banks's final book to be published in 2015

Poetry collection will include work by Banks's friend Ken MacLeod and will come out on his birthday

Iain Banks
'I think my poetry’s great but then I would, wouldn’t I?' … Iain Banks in May 2013. Photograph: Murdo MacLeod
A collection of poetry by Iain Banks – the late author's final work – will be released next February, his publisher has announced.

Banks died in June last year, two months after revealing he had terminal cancer. He would have been 60 on 16 February this year, and his publisher Little, Brown said it would "mark the date" next February by publishing a collection of poems by Banks and his friend and fellow science fiction author Ken MacLeod, edited by MacLeod.

Banks spoke about wishing to have a book of poetry published in his final interview. He also revealed that the novel A Song of Stone was originally written as a poem, and pointed to the "bits here and there" he had already written: "poems top and tail the story in Use of Weapons for example," he said.
"The poems are a part of the desperate urge to get things that were supposed to be long-term projects out the way. I'm going to see if I can get a book of poetry published before I kick the bucket. I've got about 50 I'm proud of," Banks told Stuart Kelly.

"I've been trying to convince Ken MacLeod that he should come in with me on this as I've always loved Ken's poetry. That, and it gives me cover. It stops the book being what it really is, which is a bit of a vanity project. If Ken comes in it will look more respectable, but I don't think he's falling for it. We'll see if it happens; I just don't know. I think my poetry's great but then I would, wouldn't I? But whether any respectable publisher will think so, that's another matter. I'll self-publish if I have to; sometimes I have no shame."

Banks's final novel, The Quarry, was published in June last year. "This is a novel that's perched at the dangerous edge of things, looking down. It's an urgent novel and an important one and, finally, it's all just so desperately sad," wrote Alex Preston in the Observer.

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