So anyway, I wrote a book called The Magicians. I’ve been trying to decide whether or not to post about it, because it seems weird to do it, and it seems weird to ignore it. But since the book is out this week, and I’m a whore for publicity, I figure I might as well do one post. What’s the worst that could happen?
I started The Magicians in 1996. I was a grad student at Yale, and I was supposed to be studying for my orals. It was going to be a novel about the education of a young wizard, which at the time seemed like an incredibly fresh and original premise, only slightly borrowed from Ursula Le Guin’s Wizard of Earthsea. I wrote a couple of scenes and then stuck the files in a back corner of my hard drive. Years passed.
