
I think here, again, of Martin and his Game of Thrones-whose sixth installment in A Song of Ice and Fire has been moldering on its author’s computer for nearly eight years.

Even as Black Leopard, Red Wolf-all 620 pages of it-drops in stores this month, James has signed on to finish two more installments: part two in 2021, and the final book in 2023. It’s a daunting, world-building proposition. The point, James explains, is to displace the Eurocentric mythology that underpins the fantasy worlds of writers like Martin, J.R.R. He was saying, in short, that his new novel introduces a pantheon of queer shapeshifters and multi-hued witches, and monsters-a narrative DNA taken from “a hallucinatory Africa,” as Neil Gaiman puts it on a book jacket blurb. “The super-long one with the cell phone pocket on the right or on the left.” “Yeah, the black one that almost feels like a T-shirt material,” he says to his friend or his assistant (or his friendly assistant). (“Because I’m petty like that,” James explains.)

Whether by courier or magic, it has got to find its way across the continent in the next 24 hours. Martin territory.Īnd James has left his Órttu dress-his party outfit-back in New York. This cocktail social marks the start of a media campaign that could vault James over a wall and into the realm of bestselling fantasy novelists: George R.R.

This will be the big launch party, sponsored by Entertainment Weekly, for his new book, Black Leopard, Red Wolf, at the buzzy Line Hotel. James, 48, has recently returned home to his condo in Minneapolis from his second flat, in Brooklyn, and he’ll be flying out the next afternoon for an event in Los Angeles. Marlon James is nursing a hot cup of tea, explaining how the 315-year-old African witch in his new novel perceives the flatness of time, when his iPhone hums.
