At the Speed of Light, six months later
June 26th 2017
When I mentioned a few months ago that At the Speed of Light was still selling, I was expecting the drop-off in sales to happen any day soon, and for the title to sink into a well-deserved obscurity. June 23rd marked the six month mark after publication, and … it’s still going. Not quite as quickly as as it was before, but still decent, still up there, still finding its audience.
Which is both incredibly gratifying, and oddly confusing, because I’d never have predicted that this slim, somewhat technical volume, would become probably my best-selling book of recent years. And because I didn’t predict it, and don’t really understand the reasons behind it, I can’t learn any lessons from its success, and I won’t be able to replicate any kind of ‘formula’ for future stories.
It hasn’t had the best reviews, either: on Goodreads (which gets more volume of review-data, as opposed to written reviews), several people have said WTAF and marked it accordingly, although I’ve escaped the ignominy of a 1* review so far. But those who’ve quietly appreciated the story have given it their stars, and have clearly, if inexplicably, recommended it to their friends.
So a book, that was partly written in a shed in a Scottish forest, that is all about special relativity and the technicalities of manoeuvring at light speed, that features a minimal cast and a lead character called Corbyn… Hell, I don’t know. It’s clearly chimed for some. I literally have no idea why. And perhaps, at some point I should try to get him home, or at least to somewhere he can call home. I’m busy till the end of the year, but perhaps after that? Who knows? I don’t, except that I should really try and get a copy into the hands of the other Corbyn, just to say an elliptical and improbable thank you.