This week, Frodo Baggins returns.
Frodo: Well, I had no time for reading this week. Unfortunately, I had to pursue litigation against some Gondorian author who thought he could write some kind of fictionalized biography of my life while changing everything worthy about it. His name is Terrydel Brooksana or something like that. Honestly, I don't know where he got the cheek to write Gandalf as some black-bearded wrestler type, and of course he had to make Sam and myself into Men. Wrote out Merry and Pippin completely. And Tom Bombadil! He wrote out Tom completely, and that's... that's... well, actually, that might have been a good idea.
Brad: This week I read a good number of current monthly comics, including the just-released trade collection of THE WICKED + THE DIVINE, a fantastic new series from I... 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, Frodo Baggins returns.
Today, Kvothe... er, or not.
Kote: Bloody hell, Chronicler just keeps lapping up this BS I'm feeding him. Of course I'm not Kvothe the Arcane, but hey, sucker born every day. Getting a little concerned about Bast, though. Sometimes I think he's just playing along, but other times he gives me the weirdest looks, like he's buying it or somehow thinks I am Kvothe, or... I'm probably just imagining things.
João: This was a particularly good week for me. I read the first two volumes of SAGA and am waiting for my girlfriend to finish reading the third volume so I can borrow it from her. I don’t know what to think of them to be honest. I like them, but I don’t read enough graphic novels to think I can pass any critical judgment on it beyond my own enjoyment of it. I also finished ... Read More
Character update on break until next week. Drizzt told me in no uncertain terms that if I mocked his swords' names one more time, he was going to give me an up close and personal look at them.
Kat: I cheated. I’ve been saying for a few weeks now that I was going to stick with all the old series I’ve started and not be tempted away by anything new. But I fell. For Brandon Sanderson’s Steelheart. I guess I was kind of bored — same old same old every day, you know — and I got tempted. I thought maybe that it’d be edgy, new, exciting, titillating... And you know what? It wasn’t worth it. It totally wasn’t. I can’t believe I abandoned my moral code for that. Now I have guilt. And shame, ‘cause everybody knows.... sigh.... But now I’m back on the wagon and determined to remain fait... Read More
This week, big thanks to Marion for securing an update from Bigby Wolf himself.
Bigby: Big B Wolf, Sheriff, Fabletown. Daily Report: I hope Deputy Mayor White is pleased with herself, running me around on this “community policing” gig. Two hours in the basement explaining to the mice -- again -- that tying a bell around the cat’s neck is technically assault; plus those rodents in the front row waving that Farley Mowat book and chanting, “Wolf Eats Mice!” It’s funny that those mice don’t want to talk about who nibbled off the Gingerbread Man’s feet during his last yoga session. Give me a break.
John: I am finishing up Drawn Blades by Kelly McCullough and I need to write the review for... Read More
This week, Denna from the Kingkiller Chronicle.
Denna: No time for reading things this week. Kvothe somehow managed to get attacked by pirates, so Tehlu only knows where he'll pop up next. Had to squeeze the patron for a few coins (not literally, ugh. I get such an odd feeling of looming evil and incipient tragedy whenever I get near him for some funny reason) to scrounge enough money to take ship. I swear, Kvothe had better be appreciating all of this.
Brad: I read a few good comic books this week, but I'm going to mention only one, so you'll remember it. Better yet, just go buy it. It's an incredible YA fantasy comic book: Two young girls, fleeing princesses, on the run from murderous relatives and accompanied by an Aslan-like creature made of fire. One, a hesitant-young lady in a dress; the other, her... Read More
This week, Red Sonja addresses the question on everyone's mind.
Red Sonja: In point of fact, yes. It does chafe. And it's freezing cold in any weather, and blazing hot in sunlight. It's awful. You can all stop asking me about it now. Also about why I keep wearing it. It's a laugh, isn't it? It's an impression. And it distracts feeble-minded men. Sometimes. And, and, it's a talking point, right? It makes me better-known. All publicity is good publicity, especially for a mercenary. It's all... it's...
... I'm terribly lonely.
Bill: Grading lightened up this week (for another 12 hours or so), this was a good period of time for quantity of reading, if a mixed one for quality. In order of preference:
Harvest by Jim Crace, a Man Booker Short-listed novel (my most reliable literary pr... Read More
Yes, it's Supergirl again. This happens when I read DC.
Supergirl: I arrived too late for all the fun stuff. I've been reading some history this week, about how society is sort of this cyclical thing, back and forth between prudishness and debauchery, or reason and superstition, or whatever else. But the thing is, I think superhero society had a really fast pendulum swing, and I popped in too late. Superman used to travel in time, apparently. He got contacted by secret-agent signal watches. Now all he wants to do is punch things, lecture me, and make out with Wonder Woman. It's not just him, either. At one point, Batman apparently decided the one thing his super-secret batcave needed was a giant dinosaur model. So, god knows how or why, he must have spent hours (days?) manhandling and assembling a T-rex. He used to slide down a fire pole. How come I came around after everyone grew up? Where's all th... Read More
This week, another legend of the gallant Sir Lancelot, pulled from the Arthurian Legends.
Bors: I can remember when my family was respectable, you know. I really can. I remember when I would introduce myself and people would say "Oh, you're named for your father, are you? That'd make you old Ban's nephew." People would smile and nod. Now they just ask what it's like to be Lancelot's cousin, and sort of smirk. This week caps a succession of bad weeks, as my sainted hero of a kinsman continued his latest "insane" tantrum. So far, he's apparently attacked no less than six people indiscriminately, climbed into two beds that don't belong to him, spouted suspiciously cogent "madman talk" at anyone who asked him what the hell he was doing running around naked with a bloody sword in hand (oh, yes, he's on one of his exhibitionist kicks again, forgot to mention), and after finally tiring himself out enough to collapse, att... Read More
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
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