This week, a rather tired meme.
Shepard: I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favorite site on the Citadel.
Bill: This week I read Michel Faber’s The Book of Strange New Things and Violet Kupersmith’s story collection—The Frangipani Hotel. Faber’s was a bit overly long, and the speculative fiction aspects were the weakest part of the novel, but it was overall a serious and thoughtful exploration of relationships, religion, and humanity. Kupersmith’s collection, meanwhile, was filled with solid stories—many of them involving supernatural creatures/events—but I can’t say any single story blew me away. Currently, I’m in... Read More
Status UpdateEvery Sunday Tim compiles a report about what we read the week before. For most of the books we mention, you can expect a review soon.
This week, a rather tired meme.
This week, more Drizzt.
Drizzt: This week, in consequence of what I humbly submit may be a somewhat ponderous reputation gathering about me (ah, but what true warrior would crow over his accomplishments?) I was invited to give a commencement address at Silverymoon University. All seemed to go well at first. I had prepared a most scintillating speech on morality, and throughout the first six hours or so of my address, my audience seemed quiet, even meditative. Many closed their eyes to consider more deeply (odd how that seems to happen so much: perhaps some custom I'm not aware of? I have yet so much to learn about the surface world). It was only when I began to qualify my earlier remarks that my listeners began to grow restless. I merely expressed the well-known saw that all morality continues to apply until the moment it must be applied to one of the evil races (goblins and suchforth), and s... Read More
This week, Percy Jackson has an existential crisis.
Percy: The other day, I had a thought. This is usually where Annabeth makes some oh-so-hilarious joke about how I should celebrate the occasion, so I guess I'll just do it for her this time. But seriously, something came to mind that was more than a bit troubling. So... the Olympian gods are real. I've got that. But now it turns out the Roman gods are also real. Just sort of other aspects of the same things. So does that mean the Norse gods might be real too? The Egyptian gods? The Celtic gods? I so do not want to run into the Morrigan's kid, whatever s/he would look like. But it's more than that. So if the Olympians are altered by someone coming up with different beliefs about them, doesn't that mean that we effectively control the gods? We shape them, rather than them shaping us? So it follows that h... Read More
This week, a rambling story from Supergirl (I promise, the character updates aren't going to turn into flash fictions every week).
Supergirl: Once, I asked Superman the secret to beating his various nemeses. This being my cousin, good ol' Honest Kal the Folksy Traffic Cop, he started off on some sort of prepared speech about perseverance and using your powers for good, and I had to cut him off to get things moving.
"No," I said. "I mean, physically. I've got all the strength, fine, but shouldn't we be doing Super Karate or something? What are your special moves? Do you have some kind of secret jab? Mach 5 axe kick? Seventeen roundhouse barrage?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"What do you do when you're up against a big-leaguer? Like, say you fought Wonder Woman."
"No, but really... Read More
This week, Sir Bors shares another legend of the noble Sir Lancelot (as with all other legends of Lancelot, this actually happened in Arthurian myth).
Bors: So Lancelot went hiking in the woods this week, and some woman shot him in the ass. There he was, probably looking for something to decapitate as per his usual preference, when some huntswoman came traipsing along the trail a ways back, mistook his behind for a simple hind, and let fly an arrow from her bow. And that great and noble knight hight Sir Lancelot was dealt a most doleful blow. In his ass. There's no real point to this story. It just makes me very happy.
Bill: This week started off not so great with a few disappointing novels: Frostborn b... Read More
This week, Galadriel deals with one of the many problems of immortality.
Galadriel: That new big noise from the Men of Westernesse turned up again today. He kept bowing and talking, and I had to keep steering him away from anyone I'd have to introduce him to, because I can't remember if he's Arathorn or his son. They all sort of flow into each other after a couple thousand years. I'm almost sure Arathorn is dead, though, which would make this fellow some amusingly similar take on Arathorn, like just calling him Arathorn Junior wouldn't be subtle enough. Uhhh... Araborn? Aramorn? Eh, you know what? Forget it. I'll just call him Elfstone or something and pretend that's his elven nickname. Men his age love that sort of thing... at least, I think they do. How old was he again?
Bill: This week ... Read More
Character update once again on break due to shortage of time...
Kat: I continued on with a couple of big fantasy epics this week. I read the most recent installment in Larry Correia’s MONSTER HUNTER series, Monster Hunter Nemesis. This continues to be a smart, well-plotted, and extremely violent saga. Then I read Warrior and Warlord, books two and three of Read More
This week, Oin.
Oin: Well, it happened again last night. Some dignitary was visiting from the West (Gondor, this time), and of course when Gloin and I enter the hall, King Dain gets that look on his face, and he gets up to introduce us. Do we introduce ourselves with our father's name? No we do not. We can't help that Grandpap hated him and he wouldn't change the name. But of course Dain found out. And now he has everyone else doing it. Oin son of Groin. Oh, will you pass the gravy, son of Groin? How's the knee today, Groinsson? Just what I'd expect from the line of the magnificent Groin. Half of them don't even try to pronounce it correctly, they just go straight for how it looks on the page. You know what? I've had enough. I'll go with Balin to Moria. Can't be worse than this place.
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This week, a Guardian of the Galaxy. Because movie.
Groot: I am Groot.
Bill: This has been a great run of books lately. I read The Bone Clocks (a 5), the newest from David Mitchell, one of my favorite contemporary authors; The Widow’s House (4.5), by Daniel Abraham, one of my favorite fantasy authors. And A Read More
Chronically short on time this week, so unfortunately the character update is on break and will return next week.
Bill: I’ve been traveling, hiking and camping out west the past three weeks, so I’ve missed a few status reports and also haven’t actually done much reading in that time. But I did squeeze in several books between campsites . . .
Two excellent ones:
Red Rising by Pierce Brown: A rich and sophisticated dystopia that will be battling for my top ten list at the end of the year
Fool’s Assassin by Robin Hobb: Also going to be in the race for the top ten, though for wholly different reasons—a wonderfully quiet novel
Three very good ones... Read More
This week, a big thank-you goes out to Kat for securing a status update from the mighty Chewbacca.
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From Sir Bors, another legend of the intrepid Sir Lancelot.
Bors: So Elaine of Carbonek came by this week. The last time she encountered my intellectual treasure of a cousin, she tricked him into her bed by hiding in a dark room and sending her maid to tell Lancelot that a certain other lady of his acquaintance was waiting for him in this dark room. So naturally Lancelot asks no questions (for example, how she got there, or why she sent someone else's handmaiden) but rushes off to do the deed. When he wakes up the next morning, he flies off the handle and promptly ruins any chance he had at being taken for the victim by waving a sword around and threatening to chop various heads off. Scandal for the family, mothers in tears, the usual Lancelot display. So this week Elaine came by the castle. And she sent the same maidservant to talk to Lancelot. To tell him the same lady was waiting for him, once again in ... Read More
This week, many thanks to Marion, who managed to secure an update from Enira, the Banshee Queen from the video game Lineage II.
Enira: Listen and tremble, puny mortals! Heed my words! Cower and obey! I am Enira, the Banshee Queen. I will not be mocked. My will shall not be thwarted. You will return my copy of The South Beach Diet book, and right now, or I will rain down upon you the doom of thousand dark stars!
Kat: I read three good books this week. Shannon Hale’s The Unfairest of Them All is the second book in her EVER AFTER HIGH series about the children of famous fairytale characters. These are silly children’s stories, but they’re quite entertaining and have some nice life lessons, too. In Wint... Read More
As always when inspiration fails to strike for anything else, we're back to one of the big three: Drizzt, Supergirl, or Frodo. Lots of LotR lately, just read tons of Drizzt, so... yep, it's going to be a superhero week.
Supergirl: Ugh. First day of the Justice League's summer training course. Just got off three straight hours of sitting in a room watching Green Arrow flick through a powerpoint presentation on the structural integrity of buildings, and how we're all supposed to avoid hitting world-destroying supervillains into them. Stargirl was asleep against the wall. Lucky. I couldn't even do that, because Arrow still hasn't forgotten about that one time I collapsed a YMCA and he kept looking over at me. Now we get a piddling little half hour for lunch, and it's straight over to a lecture on -- I kid you not -- "Awareness of Your Cape while Flying."
Sir Bors returns with more complaints about his famous cousin this week (note: this actually happens in the Arthurian Legends).
Bors: Another nightmare for the family this week, and once again you-know-who is to blame. Apparently Lancelot was mincing around the countryside procrastinating on some quest or another when he came out of a forest and spotted a pavilion full of luxuries. Candles, buffet table, wine, feather-bed, the works. So naturally our man decides that God put it all there solely for his benefit. He stuffs himself, guzzles as much wine as he can hold, then totters off and falls into bed. Oh, but it gets better. The honeymooning couple who own the pavilion return separately. The wife gets scared and runs off, but the husband is a bit more nearsighted and thinks his bride is already in bed, so he hops right on in. Whereupon Lancelot wakes up, beats the poor sod about the head, dra... Read More