Today I’m pleased to be posting this “guest post” by Jeff Conner of IDW Publishing to introduce their new line of prose books:
“ZOMBIES VS ROBOTS”
IDW’s Unique Book Program Explained
by Jeff Conner/IDW Publishing
As a contributing editor for IDW Publishing it’s my job to produce a line of prose collections, a relatively new venture for a company that most readers associate with award-winning comics, graphic novels, and art books. And by “produce” I mean commission work from writers and artists, edit their texts and critique their images, and finally design the book and set the type.
For now IDW is concentrating on original short story collections, which is great since short stories require more craft and creativity (science has proved this). Also, the short story format allows us to work with top writers in their fields (those fields being horror, fantasy, science fiction, and thriller/modern crime). Since IDW is all about putting words and pictures together, most of our prose titles are also fully illustrated, often in full color. So it’s win-win, from my perspective, and for the book buyer, of course.
Yes, I really love books, in much the same way that Uncle Scrooge loves money. Not to get too Reading Rainbow-y, I do believe they can be repositories of magic (the good ones anyway), and can have the added benefit of being cool art objects, giving a unique context to its contents. With each new prose project we strive to achieve something that is more than just words on paper (or a screen, dammit). Whether we succeed is for you to judge, but that’s the core goal, from the design standpoint.
But before we can get to that point, the writers and artists have to do their thing. With Classics Mutilated we took on the pernicious notion of mashup fiction, after that we did us some G.I. Joe with Max Brooks as guest editor, and now with THIS MEANS WAR! we’re exploring the apocalyptic world of Zombies vs. Robots. It’s a big world to be sure and we’ll be roaming around in it for quite some time. Years, in fact. Continue reading