The Expanse series, by James S. A. Corey

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G8When I started this science fiction series two years ago, I had only one complaint. In the opening scenes of Leviathan Wakes, I was introduced to Juliette Mao, a jiu jitsu-trained racing pilot who had run away from her corporate pig parents and was now kicking her way out of a storage locker on her hijacked ship. “Great!” I thought, “I am so ready to read about this woman’s adventures!” And then she died.

I sighed and continued reading about protagonists Jim Holden (cowboy in space) and Joe Miller (hard-boiled detective in space), and I enjoyed their fast-paced fight against an out-of-control weaponized protomolecule that zombifies biological matter. There were female characters in the background. And there were horrible creatures of both genders, or at least as far as one can tell with zombies. But I missed Julie Mao.

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Authors Need To Shut Up!

We’ve all done it: fallen in love with a celebrity of some sort. Perhaps it was an actor or maybe a musician. For me, it was fantasy and science fiction writers.

It all started when I was a teenager. Not going to bore you with the teen angst and being “misunderstood” by my peers, because . . . that would be a lie. I read fantasy for one reason: it was bad ass!

When I picked up a book by Tolkien, Moorcock, Asimov, Weis and Hickman or others, I was transported for a few hours to a fantastical place, where magic changed the course of the world or robotic ships took men to the stars. And when I finally put those books down, I believed with my whole teenage heart that these writers were marvelous men and women for gifting me with their visions.

Naturally, my respect (I left adoration behind me at about the age of nineteen) for writers led me to start “following” them on social media when that became all the rage. I’ve tagged along behind my old favorites and new for several years now, read their blogs, savored their tweets, and digested their other social media tidbits. Having “experienced” these authors views on many things, both literary and philosophical, I’ve had an epiphany: some authors just don’t know when to shut up!

Now I suppose this isn’t a huge secret I’ve discovered. I mean, writers have to be opinionated to write and put their feelings and ideas out there for the world to see. Some writing historians have told me most authors are narcissistic by nature, completely in love with their world view. I can see where that might be correct. Lord knows, there have been enough authors with serious, mental health issues. Hell, I’ve google searched a few myself, fascinated by their psychosis. However, the problem nowadays isn’t that more authors are narcissistic or even that there are a greater number of authors, but that it is just too easy to interact with them.

In the dark ages of a decade or so ago, you might have to wait a year or more to read your favorite authors new book and get an infusion of their outlook on life. Not anymore! Nope, today you can grab your ipad, sit on the couch eating popcorn, and read all about your favorite author’s personal views.

In fact, shooting off your mouth on social media is a requirement of being an author these days. Self-marketing I believe its called. All the experts teach that authors need to be more “personal” with their readers: tweet with them, facebook with them, and all the rest. So now, an author is instructed to be out there 24/7 spouting off his or her mouth for the whole internet to read.

The experts didn’t ask me, but I think that is one the stupidest ideas EVER!

I already can read some of your lips as you are saying, “Hey, I love interacting with my favorite author!” Just hold up with the nerd-rage and hear me out.

To be fair, I’m not referring to every author out there. Many are genuinely nice people. They plug their books, link to funny pictures, discuss articles about writing/publishing or talk about stuff that happened to them in day to day life. Just normal people on social media. No big deal there at all. If they espouse political or moral positions through their works of art that is fine; they are artists, and their books are their art. No one is complaining about that at all. We are talking
about social media activism and bad behavior.

So with that exclusion, we move on to the next category of writers on social media. The ones who believe their readers are idiots but are grateful for their career, kept humble by their innate knowledge that if a lot of people didn’t love to escape reality by reading about vampires, wizards, Greek gods or teen angst, they would be working at Barnes and Nobles part time and hoping to get a job as a middle school English teacher. These writers may show their contempt for their readers occasionally, but they are quick to cover it up with an “I’m having a bad day” excuse. Once again, that is cool, we all get annoyed by people at times, and at least, these guys try to be courteous to everyone – most of the time.

But then . . . You knew there was a “but” coming right?

But then there are those few authors, who believe they are “special.”

You’ve “followed” or “blogged” or whatever with these guys. The author who tweets 12 times a day about all his unpopular, personal beliefs and tells you he doesn’t give a fuck if it offends you. The writer who starts long blogs about the deeper meaning of life and how ignorant “normal” people are. The novelist who “preaches” to her readers about their political affiliation, labeling them as “close-minded idiots” who are contributing to the killing of children in ________ (insert third world country name here.) Those are the “types” of authors I’m referring to here.

These guys aren’t the majority of authors on social media, but they make up far more of the whole than I would have imagined, and they seem to honestly believe that, as soon as they published a book, they have been ordained as the divine prophet of some writing god. (Traditional and e-publishing count equally these days. Guess it’s sort of like getting a priests license over the internet.) I suppose the gods (or scientific method for some atheists out their) have wiped away the fog of stupidity from their minds, gifted them with a vision . . . no an epiphany about EVERYTHING!

Honestly, I don’t like saying this stuff about authors. Hell, as I grew up, I wanted to be one, though I never really applied myself to obtaining my dream. No, I’m not a journalist major or the survivor of numerous creative, writing classes. Nope, I’m just an ordinary guy who still likes reading fantasy and science fiction.

But the truth is the truth, and though I resisted seeing this problem with some of my favorite authors, the truth finally stood up and slapped me, or rather, in this case, appeared before my eyes in a blog. Honestly, it hurts when people you looked up to disappoint you, especially the “intellectual” authors who you always thought would be more open-minded than ordinary people. I mean, they have written about dragons, sorcerers, elves, robots, cyborg love triangles, et cetera the majority of their adult life. You would assume they’d be the last person to bash someone for having idiotic beliefs or morals. *Shrug* Guess you can be wrong about anyone.

As I alluded to, finally, an incident occurred where I read an author completely insulting and demeaning his fans. It appears that this writer felt that if his fans had a certain belief or political affiliation they were subhuman, uneducated idiots, who should be withheld medical treatment when they were ill. Yeah, he/she said everyone of these things about people on his/her personal blog and other social media accounts. Talk about nerd-rage. Wow!

Now, disagreements in life are a natural occurrence, and that is especially true in social media world. Nerd-rage is a regrettable but common occurrence when you have a computer screen and a thousand miles between you and the person you are insulting. But I’ve noticed these activist authors don’t need anyone to insult them before they go “nerd-rage” on their fans. All that is necessary is that you don’t respond to their tweet with an “Oh, praise you most high intellectual author for favoring your followers with this divine message.” If the response is anything else, you are going to get a well-written, very entertaining, euphemism filled tirade – plus you will get free editing of your comment, because everyone enjoys someone pointing out your ineffective use of punctuation or improper word usage.

Unfortunately, I’m not just trying to be funny with that last statement. I’ve read exactly that done to a fan on another writer blog. In this case, a reader wrote a humble criticism of an author’s inability to do anything on his/her blog except rant about political/social issues. This unfortunate reader made the horrid decision to put a curse word in his critic. What he received in return was a full page article filled with euphemisms comparing his idiocy to every insulting think under the sun and insinuating that he was not a man. The author didn’t call this poster any politically incorrect names but merely said his warped, inbreed, ignorant attitude had no doubt kept him from ever being able to have sex with anyone and probably contributed to his inability to use appropriate punctuation. All that for a criticism and one cuss word. The really sad thing was all the author’s “followers” (I believe bootlickers would be a better description) who were high-fiving over the stunning prose and illustrative euphemisms of their favorite writer bashing this “unbeliever,” whose sin was daring to point out he would like to read more about books on the writer’s blog and less about social/political issue.

Naturally, I couldn’t join in the fun. As I kept reading the novelist’s rant, all I could think about was this wasn’t good “marketing” on the authors part; did the publisher know this was going on; and didn’t Mr. Writer’s get horrid reviews on his last novel about a vampire sorcerer who had to journey across the multi verse to find the blue, crystal orb of elements. . . You’d think one of these things would have kept this “artist” from casting out such hateful criticism at someone who actually bought his books. Guess not.

Now, I know those are just two examples, and some of you are yawning saying 2 examples doesn’t prove anything. Unfortunately, there are many, many more every day. Perhaps not this excessive behavior but very close. Just to prove this, I’ll give three more examples of blogs/tweets I’ve read in the last few days. I can’t cite to every one I’ve read during this time frame, because it would be ridiculously long. And before you say it, no this isn’t a PhD thesis where I have to cite to the source material, and yes I’m paraphrasing the blogs/tweets I’ve read. Naturally, I’m also changing certain descriptive terms in order to protect the identity of the writer of such stupidity, so as not to embarrass them or get myself sued.

Example Number 1. With his eyes now open, the divine author understands that the savage, primitive ignorance of religion is baseless and is nothing but a worship of invisible, magic men and against the “real” nature of the world. Besides the obvious insulting nature of these comments to religion adherents across the world, this one made me scratch my head because this novelist writes about mythical gods, magic swords and elves in all his artistic works, yet he is insulting someone for believing in “magic men.” *shrug* I guess he is going to start writing handbooks on plumbing from now on, because nothing screams “the real nature of the world” like sewage lines.

Example Number 2. With the whole spectrum of modern, scientific knowledge and thought opened up to her brilliant mind, our “renaissance” writer now wants to bring this “enlightenment” to the huddled masses of her readers, to show them that only science holds the true answers to life’s questions, and that only through the worship of scientific thought can true understand be acquired. Okay, this woman believes she is a modern day Prometheus holding out the torch of fire (scientific reason) to all the readers of . . . her scifi, cyborg love novel. And I, her humble follower, need to go to a temple for scientific worship because . . . I use a computer? Did I read that right? Unfortunately, I did.

Example Number 3. The post-feminism, metro-sexual author who is all about social equality all day all the time. The one who writes 3 page blogs about how there is not enough characters of a certain race/culture/sex/LGBT in scifi or fantasy, and how novels must include these historicall,y downtrodden group . . . even if it makes no logical sense in the actual story. And don’t dare ask stupid questions like how a female character in a historical fantasy novel is a legatus Augusti pro praetore when females never held those position in “real world” history. Because if you do ask that sort of idiocy, you are just a male chauvinist bigot, who need to be castrated. Yeah, we get you are the second coming of Betty Friedan, your amazon best selling novel about vampire mafia assassins is The Feminine Mystique for the 21st century, and your blog VAC (Vampires Against Chauvinists) is going to ignite the next wave of feminism.

These are merely a few of my “observations” this week. Plus, I don’t “follow” every author ever published, so I’m not reading all the social media posts out there. But based upon my personal observations, these type of tweet/blogs are not uncommon. In fact, they are far more prevalent in the fantasy/science fiction writing world than I once thought.

Some of you will no doubt point out that I haven’t given an example where anti-homosexual tweets were made, or chauvinistic blogs were written, or religious fanatics were spouting vitrol, and there is a simple reason for this: I have not personally read anything like that from fantasy or science fiction authors that I “follow.” I’m sure they are out there, but I have not seen them. If you want to add those types of inflammatory writing by other authors onto my examples that is fine by me. It just provides more weight to my premise that authors need to shut up and stop talking about social/political issues on their blogs or twitter page.

Naturally, all this brings up the next question: where is this all going as we move further into the digital age, where instantaneous communication is a part of every day life? That is what I’ll explore later. After my theory is more well formulated. Thank you for reading my musings, and I look forward to any comments you might have.

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THE CROWN TOWER by MICHAEL J. SULLIVAN

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The Crown Tower by Michael J. Sullivan

Genre: Fantasy

Series: The Riyria Chronicles #1

Publisher: Orbit (August 6, 2013)

Length: 416 pages

Author Information: Website | Twitter

My Rating:My rating is 4 out of 5 stars.

For all of you familiar with The Riyria Revelations series, Hadrian Blackwater and Royce Melborn are the dynamic duo of fantasy: Hadrian the great warrior with three swords for any occasion and Royce the dark, mysterious assassin waiting to put a dagger in you. Two partners who are polar opposites in their personality, outlook on life as well as in their fighting styles. No matter their differences, however, these two characters are the most dedicated of partners and friends.

But how could they have ever gotten past these issues to form a partnership called Riyria?

This is the story Michael J. Sullivan sets out to tell in The Crown Tower, and he accomplishes it with a flair long time readers have come to expect from him. The tale he pens is one of those very rare prequels: a stand alone story which – while tipping its hat so subtly to the older novels – never fails to understand it is a story unto itself. Indeed, Hadrian, Royce and Gwen grabbed the readers attention from the first, drawing them along involuntarily in the turbulence of their story as all three are inevitably drawn together.

Naturally, our story takes place before the events of The Theft of Swords, which is the first set of books set in the world of Riyria. Here, Hadrian Blackwater is a young man, still holding onto his youthful naivety yet having seen and done bloody deeds that even he refuses to recall. Our youthful optimist has wandered over half the world since he left his father’s blacksmith shop as a youth, eager to find glory and a worthy cause that his legendary sword skills could be used for, yet none of the glory or gold satisfied Hadrian: they made him feel hollow inside actually. When word of his father’s death reaches him, it is the final straw that breaks Hadrian’s stubborn pride, and he finds himself drawn back to his roots, hoping to find some epiphany about his future: a sign as to what he should do with the remainder of his life – and with his only skill: killing people.

That is where Royce comes in. I cannot tell you how these two meet without giving away spoilers and ruining the surprise, but suffice it to say that Mr. Sullivan crafts this in the perfect way. A set up which not only enlivens what had been a slow story to that point, but also forces our dynamic duo to interact with one another for all our entertainment.

Naturally, after meeting and attempting to clear up their differences, Hadrian and Royce find themselves drawn together whether they like it or not. Their mutual goal to plan and conduct a heist that is so impossible that no one has ever tried it! And that is absolutely insane for two strangers such as them to attempt – especially since they absolutely despise one another!

I know the fact Hadrian and Royce hate one another came as no surprise to anyone right?

Who did not see that coming?

These two are oil and water, even in the later books when they have been partners for years, so most certainly they would not enjoy each others company at first meeting. But Mr. Sullivan does something wonderful in this book: he actually takes the time to explain why each of them behave and believe as they do. He then forces each character to confront those same facts about the other and work through their revulsion of the others’ life view. This sets up interesting and hilarious scenes where Royce and Hadrian are bickering, insulting and threatening to murder one another. They argue about everything, even when death is knocking at their door, and each constantly wonders how someone as idiotic as the other person could have survived so long without someone killing them. They are the only duo since Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid I have ever seen carry this type of quarreling and cooperation relationship so far and make this entertaining. (Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid is a great, classic western for those who don’t know. Go rent it today and understand what I mean!)

And we cannot forget Gwen, the mysterious brothel owner, who gradually plays a bigger and bigger role in Revelations. Here we get to understand her life up until she met Hadrian and Royce, how she became a prostitute, and the role she played in Hadrian and Royce actually becoming Riyria. While I can’t say Gwen’s story broke new ground in storytelling, it was well written, eye-opening, and added another layer to this elegant lady who always brightened the pages with her appearance in Revelations. For those reasons, it was a very enjoyable part of the overall prequel.

As long time readers already know, Mr. Sullivan has that innate ability to create a page-turner, and The Crown Tower is no different. It is a great read for those who have experienced the wonderful Riyria Revelations and those who have not. The novel has it all: excitement, hilarity, mystery, fighting, and romance. What else could anyone ask for out of a fantasy novel? Nothing. So just go buy the book already, you know you want to.

I received this book as an ARC from Orbit and Netgalley in return for an honest review. The review you have read is my opinion, and mine alone. Royce and Hadrian have not visited me and attempted to bribe or beat me into writing this. And if they had, I doubt I could really mention it so . . .forget I said anything. *Whispering* Royce hears everything.

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PRINCE OF THORNS (THE BROKEN EMPIRE #1) by MARK LAWRENCE

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Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence

Genre: Fantasy – Grimdark

Series: The Broken Empire #1

Publisher: Harper Voyager (April 12, 2012)

Author Information: Website | Twitter

Length: 399 pages

My Rating: 5 out of 5 stars.

I’d heard a lot about Prince of Thorns before I picked it up. Naturally, some of the reviews were positive and some of them were negative. After reading the novel, I can honestly say I understand both points of view, because I found myself mesmerized by Mr. Lawrence’s first-person narrative yet horrified at the person I was reading about. But, beyond any doubt, this is a book that every fantasy fan should read at least once — and many will read over and over again.

The bloody tale spun by Mark Lawrence centers on Jorg Ancrath. A ten year old who flees privilege to grow up with a band of highway men, stealing, raping, torturing, and killing everyone in his path, as he follows a convoluted pathway to revenge. Revenge against the man who killed his mother and brother, but also revenge against the world which has somehow failed him.

Now, Jorg is no hero, nor is he an anti-hero by anyone’s definition. In many reader’s eyes, Jorg will be evil incarnate, though I do not believe he views himself in quite that light himself. No, Jorg seems to picture himself above the petty, frailties of humanity, as if the hook-briars, which gave him his moniker, drained both his blood and his morality away at the same time. This allowed him to see life for what it really is, for as Jorg himself explains:

“When they killed him(Jorg’s brother), Mother wouldn’t hold her peace, so they slit her throat. I was stupid then, being only nine, and I fought to save them both. But the thorns held me tight. I’ve learned to appreciate thorns since. The thorns taught me the game. They let me understand what all those grim and serious men who’ve fought the Hundred War have yet to learn. You can only win the game when you understand that it IS a game. Let a man play chess, and tell him that every pawn is his friend. Let him think both bishops holy. Let him remember happy days in the shadows of his castles. Let him love his queen. Watch him loose them all.”

Life is one huge chess board to Jorg, filled to the brim with pieces he can cast aside as he sees fit. Those you love or care for or feel responsibility toward are merely weaknesses, holding you down. “Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.” Indeed, to our young Prince of Thorns’ thinking, there is only one expectation placed upon any leader: “not to kill too many of your men. Or who’re you going to lead?” This is Jorg’s world view, which he pursues with a relentlessness seldom seen in fantasy novels.

But he has other endearing qualities though, right?

Nope. Not any that I recall.

In Jorg’s defense, his is an esoteric view of reality, which justifies all his moral faults, because his cruelty and heartlessness are merely the true state of man’s nature, not the lies people tells themselves about honor or love or being a “good man.” (Survival of the fittest on steroids, if you will.) No, those antiquated notions of “civilized” people are the lies . . . the deceptions to Jorg. Only he truly appreciates men and the world they have built for themselves, the untruths people have plastered upon the true face of reality to make themselves feel better. Life is about surviving and obtaining what you desire. The truth is that “pride” is what drives man, makes him reach for something higher than himself, and forces him to sacrifice anyone and everything in order to achieve it.

Jorge explains this view of reality to his peeping toms (readers) throughout the book. His thoughts laying out a framework that points to each man deciding his own fate. No god controls Jorg Ancrath. No divinity or morality defines him. He is a primal force of nature, exhibiting to all around him that man is the god of this world and can live his life however he chooses. The evils, which he metes out against his fellow human, merely an expression of his divine right to set his own rules, master his own fate, and play the game the way it was meant to be played – unless you have the strength to stop him from doing so!

That is the reality Jorg Ancrath demands that you look at and understand. Many times, it seems he is standing over his next victim yelling at the reader to take a good look, because this is what awaits you when you set yourself up as gods. For when every person is their own god and can define their own morality, there is nothing left to stop a Jorg Ancrath except brute force. Might makes right!

Now, it is no easy task to write a character as devious, blood-thirsty and committed to his world view as Jorg. Most times an author who tries, fails due to the believability factor. A few too many rapes or people tortured, and the character ascends into the land of fairy tales, where witches live in ginger bread houses and cook lost children in their ovens. However, Mr. Lawrence never crosses that imaginary line into unbelievability. Jorg’s mixture of philosophical musings and absolute viciousness creates a character who seems as real as Adolf Hitler or Joseph Stalin on a History Channel documentary.

Even the constant flashbacks between present and past Mr. Lawrence uses to tell Jorg’s tale doesn’t detract from this book. Normally, I cannot stand an author jerking me from place to place, and especially from present to past, but here Mr. Lawrence does it so seamlessly that it never disrupts the natural flow of the novel but actually adds another element of enjoyment, as a reader is allowed to put the jig-saw pieces together to understand how Jorg Ancrath became this monster you are reading about.

But the cherry on top of all this is Mr. Lawrence writing slight of hand, as the standard, medieval fantasy setting is turned on its head and turns out to be so much more than a reader initially expected. This mysterious history only adds to one’s desire to explore, discover and learn about this world, which has birthed and nurtured a Prince of Thorns.

Now, there are always thing about a book that do not work no matter how good it is. Prince of Thorns had it share of those like every other novel. I’d feel remiss if I did not point out my few criticism of the novel.

First, Jorg routinely accomplishes physical feats at nine, ten and fourteen that seem impossible. Perhaps I feel this way because I have an 11 year old and 9 year old son, but it is true nonetheless, because no child – no matter how mentally deranged – would have the brute strength to do many of the things Jorg supposedly does when he is so young. Even at fourteen years old, the believability factor of many of Jorg’s physical accomplishments just seems ridiculous.

Two, Jorg’s descent into madness seemed a bit too quick. He is shown as a normal, well-adjusted child of royalty; all the privileges of life accruing to him before his mother and brother’s tragic killings. Hell, he himself says his mother would leave their home before criminals were executed to spare him from such atrocious events. So, I believe it is fair to say Jorg Ancrath was “sheltered” in his world’s context from the true horrors of life. However, our normal, nine year old becomes the poster child for sociopaths everywhere over night basically. It just was too much of a stretch for me, even though I enjoyed reading about it.

Third, Jorg constantly rolls the dice of chance, counting on his deviousness and pure luck to allow him to win every encounter he finds himself in. And throughout the book, he makes wilder and wilder decision; many with no real plan at all, yet it always works out for Jorg. He wins time and again against impossible odds, where no one would have been able to overcome the fundamental difficulties of what he was attempting, but which poses little hindrance to Jorg’s inevitable triumph.

[spoileralert] To those who do not understand what I am referring to, I’ll give one example, though there are many throughout the book. At one point in the tale, Jorg ends up at his childhood home with his father the king, has a confrontation with dear old dad, and is then stabbed by his father. Of course, even though dad wants Jorg dead, he doesn’t kill him or have him killed. Nope, the man who stabbed Jorg has him taken and throw on his mother’s sarcophagus, where he is left to die. Not even a guard to make sure he dies. Nothing like that. Dear old dad just forgets all about his son, whom he wanted dead.

Jorg lays in this state near unto death for days if not weeks until he amazingly recovers. The Prince of Thorns has overcome the laws of nature, recovering from a wound that nearly pierced his heart, overcame dehydration, lack of food for days or weeks, and the onset of infection in said wound, even though he obviously had no medical care. And when he finally awakes, Jorg is seemingly in better shape than one of his companions, who has been imprisoned the whole time but presumably was given food and water occasionally. All this without magic or divine intervention. At least, if either of those had been present, it would have made sense, but as it was written, Jorg is just superhuman I suppose.

Four, Jorg and everyone else in the book are basically not worth killing. No good guys at all here. While it was refreshing to read about a truly evil character like Jorg, I also had nothing to contrast his despicableness against. I personally find it more interesting when there are two sides in a confrontation, where I can “root” for someone. Here, Jorg is basically killing other people who act as viciously as he does or people who happen to be around when he wants to kill someone, so I never really “cared” about the outcome, because I did not have anyone to “root” for or against.

To sum up, other reviewers have hailed Mark Lawrence’s book as “a breath of fresh air in a genre where characters often fall flat.” I won’t go that far, but I will say it is an interesting twist on the traditional, fantasy genre. The story of a sociopath, wielding a sword to destroy his fellow humans while espousing his own brand of morality, was an interesting read. No matter how distasteful Jorg is – and believe me he does not have a single redeeming quality to salvage his soul in this book – you find yourself wanting to read more about his story, hoping that somewhere along the line he has an epiphany that reveals his erroneous morality, or that a true hero shows up and cuts his heart out. Neither happens in this book, but there are two more books to read. Hope springs eternal as the old saying goes.

Buy Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire Book 1) at Amazon.

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The Dark Tower: The Long Road Home – Skip This & Read the Novels!

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My rating is 2 out of 5 stars.

I was killing some time at a Barnes & Nobles bookstore the other day and picked this graphic novel up. I’m a sucker for anything dealing with Roland the Gunslinger, especially back story regarding his younger years, so I figured this was a “can’t miss” for me. Unfortunately, I was wrong.

The story itself begins right after the death of Susan Delgado, as told so hauntingly by Roland the Gunslinger in “Wizard and Glass,” Dark Tower IV. Here, an emotionally devastated Roland and his friends have slipped into the town of Hambry to cut down Susan’s charred body from the Charyou Tree, as Alain and Bert argue about whether this was an idiotic idea. Naturally, things turn toward the supernatural quickly as Roland “loses” it, firing at Maerlyn’s Grapefruit, which instantly turns into an eyeball with tentacles. Said running eyeball attacks Roland, enthralling his soul, even as it incapacitates him. Of course- at this moment – a bunch of local thugs and the last Big Coffin Hunter appear, beginning a chase of our three friends, which drives the frenzied plot forward the rest of the book.

In my opinion, “The Dark Tower: Long Road Home” should best be viewed as a tribute to Stephen King’s original story. While there is nothing inherently wrong with this graphic novel, because it is enjoyable, the fondness a reader feels while viewing it is mainly nostalgia from the return to King’s Mid-World, not an enjoyment from the story itself. No doubt, this tale was meant to be a “filler” of the events narrated in Wizard and Glass and the first Dark Tower book, but Peter David’s narrative really just bounces around through events already mentioned in the Dark Tower novels without adding anything new to them. Well . . . in fairness to Mr. David, it does add one new tidbit: what became of poor, old Sheemie from Hambry. But even this bit of lore, which was the most interesting story arc in my opinion, was merely okay, nothing more than that.

As for the artwork, many of you will no doubt love the scenes created by Jae Lee and Richard Isanove here. Truly, the images spring off the page at a reader, bringing the story to life in a world filled with bright, bloody, red mist and autumnal twilight. Everywhere one looks there are shadowy faces, barren lands, ghastly pursuers or vicious beings of techno-magic. Even during the dream-like sequences, Roland is shown trying to maintain his grip on sanity while existing in a hazy landscape full of withered trees, or “The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly” on acid as I viewed it.

Now, there is nothing inherently wrong with the backdrop that Lee/Isanove created for this story to move upon. No doubt, it arguable captures the horrid situation Roland the Gunslinger is experiencing internally at the death of Susan, his one true love, but it grew repetitive and overblown to me. After a few pages, the red, brooding background faded away as I tried to focus on the story, and in a graphic novel, this is not a good outcome for an artist. When reading a graphic novel, I personally want the artwork to both compliment the story and evoke some feeling within me, make me stop reading to soak in the backdrop, in awe of what the artist has created here. I never felt that in “Long Road Home,” just a constant sense that everything is red and dead.

If you’re a Dark Tower junkie you probably should pick this up. If nothing else, it will satisfy your need for another “hit” of Roland the Gunslinger. On the other hand, if you’ve never read the Stephen King novel, I doubt this one would interest you at all.

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Jhereg: Teenage Favorite Disappoints in Re-read.

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My rating is 2 out 5 stars.

I read this novel when it was initially published in the mid-80s. It was a favorite of mine at the time, and I have always recalled it fondly. However, after completing a re-read, it has become painfully obvious that the enjoyment I received from this book must have been one of those teenage fads because . . . it has disappeared right along with my desire to keep solving a Rubik’s Cube.

The tour guide in Jhereg is Vlad Taltos. The world he guides us through is a standard one from 80s fantasy. Here a huge Empire controls most of the world, inhabited and ruled by the Dragaerans, who are basically LoTR-like elves. Indeed, the few humans in this world often refer to the Dragaerans as “elves,” though to “confuse” the reader a bit the author has the Dragaerans refer to themselves as “human.” Other than this one quirk, there is nothing to set it apart from other fantasy worlds from this period of the 80s.

Vlad is one of the human minority of the Dragaeran Empire, labeled by his “elvish” overlords as an “Easterner” and born into the lowest class of society. However, thanks to a social-climbing father, Vlad is actually a citizen of the Empire and a noble of one of the lesser Dragaeran houses. (There are 17 Great Houses in Dragaeran; each named after an animal of the world.) Of course, the house Vlad is a noble of just happens to be one huge criminal organization, which greatly resembles the modern day Mafia. Our protagonist’s role in this elvish “mafia” is as a minor crime lord, supervising certain criminal interests of the “house,” and as an accomplished assassin. To throw in a little “fantastical,” the author also makes him a minor sorcerer.

The novel itself starts out with Brust focusing on Vlad’s childhood, especially the story of how he acquires a live Jhereg egg, which later hatches out into his “familiar” Loiosh. (The golden reptile on the front cover of the paperback edition is Loiosh.) The two of them share a telepathic “link;” their constant bantering being the main comedic point of the book, though it does grow tiresome after a while.

After this boyhood tale, Brust time warps ahead approximately seven years to the main action of the novel. (This fast forward effectively leapfrogging three of the subsequently books in the series, making this the fourth in chronological sequence I believe.) Here another “mob” boss hires Vlad to kill one of the Jhereg’s higher-ups, who has disappeared with some money that doesn’t belong to him. The job has to be done quickly before word of this theft can get out and make the Jhereg look “weak.”

Since Vlad is a skilled assassin, the job doesn’t seem like a big deal until he discovers that his target has taken refuge in Castle Black, as a guest of Morrolan the Dragon lord. Morrolan is a heavy-weight Dragon with bad mojo magic. Word is that this Dragon lord is such a tickler for honor that once he has taken someone into his home as a welcomed guest that they are under his protection, no matter what. Plus, Vlad has a professional relationship with Morrolan (a strange friendship even), which complicates everything.

So now, the easy job has gotten complicated, and Vlad spends many pages planning the perfect assassination scheme. Ultimately, the plan boils down to this convoluted scheme to get the target out of Morrolan’s house without using magic and without actually killing him inside the actual castle. (It is much more complicated and cumbersome than that; I’m just trying to make it easier to understand here.) Naturally, things fall apart, people have to improvise, the incident turns into a full blown political situation between the Jhereg and the Dragon houses, and then things get cleared up at the end.

PROS:

There are several nice things about this book, which many reads will no doubt enjoy.

1) It is fast paced – mainly because it is very short – and is written in a flowing style that keeps the pace moving, never bogging down in descriptions or tiresome wordiness.

2) It is also very modern in tone. The magic and other “fantasy” elements here are very straight forward, accepted by everyone in the story as part of every day life and never really discussed. Indeed, Jhereg is so modern in tone that it can just as readily be enjoyed as a contemporary mafia story rather than a fantasy; if the “fantasy” elements bore you, all one must do is just imagine it is all taking place in New York City as opposed to another world.

3) Jhereg is a fantasy detective or mafia story during a time when Tolkien clones were all the rage. So, at least in the early 80s, it was different. Not so much now but still good variety I suppose.

4) The interaction between the men and women of the book is very business-like with a post-feminism flavor. No sexual discrimination here. Hell, no sex here. Lol! Nope, no sexist remarks about females in general or anything like that; everyone appears equal without any distinction between male or female.

CONS:

1) While this book is a fantasy, it has only a thin veneer of it. Sure, there is a bit of magic thrown around here or there, but if not for the strange names and “sorcery,” it is a contemporary story about a mafia hitman.

I read somewhere (I believe it was Ursula K. Le Guin’s book on writing) that in order for a novel to be a “fantasy” she felt it should have such a “fantastical” feel that a reader knew this could not take place down the street. Le Guin even gave an example of this, using an excerpt from a popular 80s fantasy novel. She quoted an entire passage from said “fantasy,” changed the kings to senators, holy priests to representatives and illustrated how this “fantasy” work read like a story about Washington, D.C.. I’m going to try to do the same, but I’m no Le Guin so bear with me.

We ate the meal in silence, enjoying each other’s company, feeling no need to talk. As we were finishing, Cathy said, “So, you get work, while I stay home and wither away from boredom.”
“You don’t look withered to me,” I said, checking. “And I don’t remember your asking me for help with that little matter last month.”
“Hmmmmph,” she said. “I didn’t need any help with that, but this looks like something big. I recognized the target. I hope you are getting a reasonable price for him.”
I told her what I was getting for him.
She raised her eyebrows. “Nice! Who wants him?”
I looked around the restaurant, which was almost deserted. I didn’t like taking chances, but Cathy deserved an answer. “The whole bloody Gambino family wants him, or will if and when they find out.”
“What did he do?” She asked. “He didn’t start talking, did he?”
I shuddered. “No, not that, thank the Virgin Mary. He ran off with nine million dollars in family operating funds.”

I changed only 5 words in that passage. Now, instead of Vlad Taltos the human assassin in an elvish empire, we have Vlad the local hitman, trying to take down a mob boss who has taken off with the family’s cash. And this is only one example and can basically be done throughout the whole book. Naturally, some spots take more than 5 words to transform the story, but you see the point.

This sort of thing doesn’t bother some people. If that is you, so be it. But if I wanted to read a novel about the mafia, I’d rather do so without the strange names and sorcery thrown in. Like I said however, it is a personal choice.

2) Jhereg is written in first-person narrative by the author. Nothing wrong with that in and of itself (Mark Lawrence pulled this off brilliantly in Prince of Thorns), but it does not seem to work here after a while. Quickly, Vlad’s constant descriptions of his actions like “I had my back to the door” or “I approached slowly, sizing him up, reaching for my daggers even though my palms were slick with sweat” began to read like a shopping list. It did not sound natural, and it really limited what I actually saw in the fight scenes, making me feel disconnected with everything else that was going on. Nope, instead of actually reading about Aliera doing something awesome, I have to wait for someone to describe it to Vlad.

Also, I also felt that the first-person narrative made the scene transitions awkward throughout the book and slowed down the general pacing of the story.

Perhaps these complaints are merely personal preference, but as I alluded to, I’ve read other books that pulled off first-person narrative without making me compalin. Maybe it is just me, but it seems that Brust doesn’t do as good of a job with it as other authors – at least in this book.

3) No romance of any kind. I mean, even though Vlad and Cawti are married, they act like business acquaintances. Sure, they talk about work or make dinner for one another, but other than that sort of “friendly” type of relationship, nothing is going on here. Now, I know that might not bother some of you, but I mean relationships, sex, and all that sort of thing is part of normal human existence. The fact that it was totally ignored for the whole mafia hitman thing really struck me as odd.

Yet again, maybe it’s a personal preference. But I thought I’d mention it for those of you who like to see some romance or some hot sex, because you are not going to see either in Jhereg. And before anyone mentions it, I know this was written in the 80s, but my God, Tolkien wrote more smoldering, sexual tension in LoTR than Brust does here.

4) Lastly, if you are one of those people that loves reading about some grand, new world and its magic or history (What we have now label world building) Jhereg is going to disappoint you: the world building is at the bare minimum. Brust only includes the details necessary to remind you this is not happening in New York City and Vlad is not really a hitman, but an assassin in another world. Sure, we have weapons that destroy souls and talk about ancient Dragaeran Houses or the Orb, but they are fleeting, can easily be omitted without impacting the “hitman” plot and leaves one intrigued, but unsatisfied, with his/her knowledge about the “world” Vlad exists in.

To sum up, Jhereg is a decent book. It is entertaining and quickly read, which is why I gave it a 2 star rating. When I was a teenager, I loved the book and would have rated it 3.5 or 4 stars. Unfortunately, some things do not age “well,” and this book is one of those things in my opinion. It just pales in comparison to the type of fantasy novels we have all grown accustom to these days. But if you are needing to waste a couple of hours and don’t want to read another “detective” novel, pick this one up. It might make you *YAWN* in its simplicity, but it probably will keep you awake long enough to finish it.

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Squadron Supreme: Blast From the Past!

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My rating is 4 out of 5 stars.

Marvel’s one hundred (100) percent ripoff of DC’s Justice League of America. I mean, it was obvious Hyperion was Superman, Doctor Spectrum was Green Lantern, Power Princess was Wonder Woman, et cetera. No one ever tried to make a secret of it. So why in 1986 did I feel a need to buy a Justice League copycat when I could have just read the DC original?

Simple answer: Mark Gruenwald.

Say what you will of Gruenwald, but he was one of the best comic writers of the time imo. He was that rare writer who could take something absolutely not cool (Prime example is Quasar) and make it readable. Gruenwald could go even further, crafting a relevant, thought-provoking storyline without having to turn his comic into a mature, adult-only book. This is exactly what he did with this mid-80s mini-series.

We pick up the Squadron Supreme of Earth-712 dealing with the aftermath of their paramount failure: becoming mind-controlled pawns of two super villains who used them to rule over and destroy Earth-712. With the aid of the Defenders, the Squadron has previously regained their freewill, defeated the villains but is left with a post-apocalyptic earth to rebuild. That leads them to the ultimate question every team of super-heroes contemplates: why don’t we just take control of the earth and make it into utopia instead of dealing with all these idiotic politicians and governments? (Honestly, if you were Hyperion/Superman or Power Princess/Wonder Woman, can’t you envision that question bouncing around in your heads 100 times a day?) This series explored exactly what would happen if a team of super-heroes answered that question by saying: “Hell yes, lets take over.”

The story that follows has its up and downs, but it generally stays true to this initial premise. We see the team splinter over their decision; friends become enemies instantaneously over ethical questions. Moral issues of a person’s inherent right to freedom of thought are explored, and we have – in the comic book sense of that time – terrible consequences rain down upon the heads of our enlightened despots. Numerous deaths directly and indirectly result from this conflict of ideals, which at the time was somewhat surprising of this type of comic. In the end, our remaining heroes show us exactly what can occur when power is not used wisely.

Now, before anyone mentions this, I am not saying this series compares to the Watchmen. Squadron Supreme is not the same “type” of mature comic as Watchmen, so a side by side comparison is not fair. However, Squadron Supreme was very forward thinking in its exploration of the interplay of power, responsibility and inherent freedoms of others in the decisions of super-heroes, and it showed the writing ability of Mark Gruenwald. For those reasons, it was well worth the read.

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Review – Three

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Three is a post-apocalyptic sci-fi adventure novel. It follows a strong lone gunman type protagonist named Three, though gunman is probably not the right word as ammunition is hard to come by and he dispatches foes with is sword more often than not. In the beginning of the story he is a bounty hunter that enjoys his solitary lifestyle until one day he finds a woman and her son in need of help. To him there just more beggars amongst many that are starving, scared and in need of help. He doesn’t really help strangers without it profiting himself in some way, but for reasons he can’t explain, he wants to help these people and changes, for the better, in the process.

Before I go into the rest of the book let me first say that there is a lot in this book that the reader is left to assume…

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Star Wars: Kenobi Gets It Right!

A long time ago in a galaxy far,
far away . . . .

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EPISODE III ½

The Trials of Tattoine

Gone! The Galactic Republic has been
erased from the pages of history by the Sith.
Palpatine and his apprentice Anakin Skywalker
having destroyed the Jedi Order and
founded the Galactic Empire!

But there is still hope! Yoda and
Obi-wan Kenobi survive, fleeing across the
vastness of space with Anakin’s infant twins.
These fragile children the only hope of one day
overthrowing the vile Sith overlords and
restoring peace and security to the galaxy.

With the whole Empire searching for him,
Obi-wan takes infant Luke Skywalker to Tatooine,
to live among the rugged desert dwellers.
With his heart broken and injustice all
around, how can Obi-wan turn his back on
those in need – even when the fate of
the galaxy requires it . . .

The story crafted by John Jackson Miller begins there: Obi-wan having just arrived on Tatooine and wishing to remain inconspicuous. With Palpatine hunting all Jedis and Luke in tow, our favorite Jedi Master’s mission requires him to not become involved, but to place Anakin’s son with the Lars and watch over him. However, within minutes, Obi-wan finds himself involved in a blaster fight, trying to save people without revealing his identity. It seems that, even when he tries, Obi-wan cannot remain outside events, but is subconsciously drawn to them. Thus, he determines to settle in an abandoned house at the edge of the Jundland Wastes, because surely he cannot become embroiled in anything out on the frontier of civilization.

And the waste is surely the edge of Tatooine civilization. On one side of the invisible line, there is desert and rugged mountains with only Jawas and Tusken Raiders for company; on the other, there are the rugged farmers, who scrap a living moisture farming, and fighting hard against their savage neighbors: both the Tusken Raiders and Jabbas’ gangsters in town. To make the situation worse, an especially fierce tribe of Sand People has camped near Obi-wan’s place, lead by the fearless Plug-eye; their gaderffii constantly raised against their neighbors.

Giving the situation, it is no surprise when Obi-wan is forced to decide between obscurity or notoriety. When a local girl is put in harms way, our hero intervenes, only to discover that she is the daughter of the oasis’ mercantile owner: Annilee Calwell. Annie is a widower and immediately takes a “liking” to the mysterious stranger, who has saved her daughter. As the owner of Dannar’s Claim, she is also one of the most well-known people in the oasis, and news of her daughter’s rescuer spread around the frontier, much to Obi-wan’s chagrin. Soon, our Jedi Master is a local celebrate, known all around as Ben Kenobi, who lives out by the waste. But the funny doesn’t stop there, because Orrin Gault, a wealthy farmer, approaches Ben about becoming part of the Settler’s Call: a local militia that protects the settlers from the Sand People.

What is Obi-wan Kenobi to do?

His Jedi nature tells him to help those in need, but he also must remain hidden so as to watch over young Luke from afar. Above all these things, Obi-wan is torn apart inside. The fall and death of Anakin (He believes he killed his former padawan) is leaving him guilt ridden, and yet the greatest loss he feels – the one he cannot come to terms with – is that of the Jedi Order itself. For as he himself puts it: “I’ve never lived without the Jedi Order to fall back on, to help me when things went badly. What does it mean to be a Jedi alone?”

The tale that results from all of this is an entertaining one, making one hear the triumphant Star Wars music play in the background at every climactic moment. It is definitely meant to be a bridge story between the ending of Revenge of the Sith and the original Star Wars: A New Hope, explaining the whys and hows of Obi-wan’s initial time on Tatooine, but Mr. Miller never gets bogged down in those details. His book introduces enough original characters from the frontier and plausible plot lines that it never feels like just a history book. Indeed, the rousing fights between Sand People and settler, betrayal of one friend by another, and ultimate conclusion of the “frontier” problems are all page turners. But the books most poignant moments come from the passages where Obi-wan is meditating, trying to emotionally survive the loss of every person he has ever loved and depended on. It is there in those quiet moments with Obi-wan Kenobi that this book gets it right.

Netgalley provided me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. The review you have read is my own personal opinion.

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