The information superhighway would have us believe that Caitlin Kittredge has published 16 fantasy novels since 2008, including the recent Iron Codex series, which puts the “steam” in “steampunk.” (Boom! Book Reviewing Award, please.) But I’m sorry, 16 novels in five years? That dog don’t hunt. So I launched the latest in my series of HQ Investigations and uncovered the appalling (though, really, not all that shocking) truth:
Kittredge is half robot. I’m tempted to say this is wildly unfair and that we should storm Kittredge Industries to disassemble this flesh-and-iron monstrosity. But . . . gosh darn it, that robot half, with all its gears and sprockets and steam bellows and and goggles and whatnot, is just so freaking cool. Let me just land my zeppelin and bask in its copper-gilded glory for another 16 books or so.
Just who do you think you are?
I think I’m just a girl, standing in front of a guy . . . wait, that’s only after I’ve had a bunch of vodka-based cocktails. Most days I think I’m pretty awesome and also totally disorganized. I think I enjoy wearing shirts with unicorns on them and writing sick twisted books for our young people. On good days I just think I’m Batman.
Where do you get off?
At the last bus stop before that old house where all those murders happened.
What’s the big idea?
Tell the stories I wanted to read as a kid. Always. I was weird–I loved Stephen King and all that but I also did stuff like read crime scene investigation textbooks and look at pictures of dead bodies and collect animal skulls. So really, it was write spooky fantasy novels or become a serial killer, and I’m fundamentally lazy and also very messy and forgetful, so writing was the way to go. Nobody was writing the books I would have really enjoyed when I was that one cranky Goth teenager in a really small town, so when I grew up and stopped wearing so much eyeliner I decided to write them myself.
What is your problem, man?
I’m perfect, and if you say differently I’ll bite your face.
Haven’t you done enough?
I haven’t done nearly enough! I won’t be happy until everything around me is in flames . . . or until I finish the book I’m working on right now and can take a few weeks off. Either or!