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Jack Vance, The Wizard of Appendix N. Resurrected Post.

May 13, 2018Jack Vance, The Wizard of Appendix N

I come at last to Jack Vance. Arguably he should be first, to the devil with alphabetical order. Look, there isn���t a lot I need to say about Jack Vance. There are encomiums a plenty to the man, and rightly so. His urbane, genteel command of the language, smoothly integrating an archaic lexicon with slang and invented words is nonpareil. Of course, in context of Appendix N and Dungeons and Dragons every commentary on Vance must refer to The Dying Earth, Vancian Magic, and such iconic spells as Phantasmal Spray.

 

So I���m not going to. It���s been said; you don���t need to read me repeating it.

Jack Vance is a bit of an idol of mine. He lived the sort of writerly life one could envy ��� except perhaps for the late onset blindness. Vance���s output virtually defines prolific. I came to his writing relatively late. In a way I���m pleased by that. Not only am I old enough to appreciate certain nuances, certain winks and nudges I might have missed in my youth, I���m practically guaranteed to have enough Vance to last the rest of my life. And that���s a comforting thought.

I finished the last of the The Demon Princes last night. What a virtuoso display of imagination, Vance tossing off one fully developed and startling original planet and culture after another. Demon Princes is a five volume series of single-minded revenge sci-fi. Yet it never flags or grows dull. The characterization is typically Vancian; eccentric and memorable. Every character speaks with effortless Vancian eloquence. The badinage is tremendous fun. And when the story ends, it ends. There is no interminable denouement with the hero wondering ���what now?��� or considering the emptiness of the revenge. The story was over so Vance stopped writing it.

What I���m saying is, if you haven���t read Vance, go read him. If you have, you know what I mean and you should go read more. Or re-read him. Pick up Lyonesse again, or the Cugel���s Saga. Me, I���ll be picking up whatever I can next trip to the bookstore. Big Planet looks good.

Happy reading.

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Drafts and Drafts. Resurrected Post.

May 6, 2018Drafts and Drafts

I celebrated yesterday with MBW and the HA. You know why? Of course you don���t. So I���ll tell you: Saturday, May the Fifth, I completed the first draft of Chale Thorson Book One: The Jade Dagger. (What do you think about the series title? I���m still considering it.)

 

We celebrated at a brewpub. And in honor of the Battle of Puebla, my first beer was a Mexican-style lager. (Pretty good, too: El Guapo. I declined to imitate the Three Amigos, you���ll be glad to learn.)

It feels good to complete the first draft, an almost physical relief. So now I���ll set The Jade Dagger aside, clear my mind of it before returning for the second draft. It is time to switch mental gears. I need to conceive of two sequels to Boss and get to outlining. I also need to invent a series title for these books as well.

So the celebration and relief is, as ever, short-lived.

The results are worth it to me, though. Creating something new and seeing it released into the market is very satisfying. And I hope you get some satisfaction as well. I mean, I experience a certain reward from writing these books but I���m not intended as the entirety of the audience. I���m writing them to be read. So I hope you enjoy reading them at least as much as I enjoy writing them.

Tomorrow then, back down into the word mines.

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Game Day. Resurrected Post.

April 29, 2018Game Day

The web log post is late because today was Game Day. Sitting around a table, laughing, rolling dice. It���s been several months since I last had a chance to play. I enjoyed getting back into it for a few hours.

Did I learn anything applicable to writing, practice any storytelling skills? No, of course not. I was playing a game, exploring a dungeon, fighting monsters. With respect to playing the game I learned, or had earlier lessons reinforced, that first level thieves are easily broken. Rolling up a new character requires mere minutes ��� another piece of knowledge reinforced by practical application.

So, yes, the post is late. It doesn���t trouble me much. Recreation is important. I believe the expression ���sorry, not sorry��� is appropriate. I will return next week with somewhat lengthier fare.

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Return of the Son of Even More Too Late Movie Reviews: Part Deux. Resurrected Post.

April 22, 2018Return of the Son of Even More Too Late Movie Reviews: Part Deux

And we���re back with the second installment of too-late-to-be-relevant film reviews. MBW is back from her business trip. But while she was away I got in two more flicks.

First up, Star Wars: The Last Jedi. I watched this with a sincere desire to enjoy it. But here���s the thing with Star Wars ��� no, let me backup, make a couple of digressions.

 

Everyone has a sort of personal history with Star Wars. It certainly made an impact on me. The first short story I recall writing, at about ten-years old was some dreck called ���Han Solo and the Boy.��� (I think I���d just gotten through the Brian Daley trilogy.) Even back then I realized something was wrong, went back and filed the serial numbers off so the story became generic space opera and not Star Wars. It was still dreck, of course. Later I made a few authorized bucks off Star Wars.

So there is some goodwill. I want Star Wars to be good. But from my personal viewpoint (the only one I’ve got, the only one I can truly express if I���m not writing fiction) is that sometime, quite early on, Star Wars lost its mojo, its Oneness with the Force. Most critics claim that the second film was the best. It was darker, addressed more serious themes. I think that is precisely wrong. I think The Empire Strikes Back��is where Star Wars began to veer from the path. The first film offered everything an eight-year old boy (me, at the time) could possibly desire in an entertainment: young farm hands with a destiny, princesses, sword fights, rogue smugglers, monsters, spaceships, gun battles, and clearly defined heroes and villains. The film offered just enough hinted at backstory to make it seem real and lived in, but not so much as to muddy the cliffhanger simplicity of it. The Empire Strikes Back��ushered in moral complexity and began to explore the larger politics of the galaxy, offering a more nuanced, adult story. The other films built from there, so by the time the second trilogy added on wings of trade federations, grandmother suites of slavery, and guest rooms of backroom Senate dealings the entire edifice had grown ungainly. The foundations of Star Wars simply weren���t built to support all this.

As a kid I enjoyed the second and third films well enough. When I watched them again as an adult I found them all rather hokey, but the first one held up despite the clunky dialogue. It was fun. (Not the remastered version, though. Despite what Mr. Lucas believes to have happened, as depicted on screen Han shot first. Deal with it.) So that���s what I was hoping the filmmakers would capture in The Last Jedi. And for a minute or two I thought they had. But it didn���t last. If you are telling a fun kids��� story then you can have manual releases for your bomb bay, operated by a man instead of a droid. And you can ignore questions such as the whether or not a spaceship develops an Earthlike gravitational field. You can have your Jedi princess fly back inside a spaceship and open a door sans airlock without blowing the rest of the crew out into space. But if you are taking your story and your universe seriously, aiming to tackle themes with a capital T then you don���t get a pass on at least attempting realistic science.

It had its moments, but then it would halt the fun for Rose or someone to engage in sententious speechifying, or the film would give a nod to real world problems like child slave jockeys, squandering the goodwill it had just developed. Still, I enjoyed some of the spectacle.

And speaking of spectacle, we come to Kingsman: The Golden Circle. The first film was a romp, characterized by spectacular set-pieces. The action sequences were terrific fun, over the top. Clearly that is what the filmmakers intended for The Golden Circle.

We can dispense with the plot. (The writers certainly did. Rim shot.) A film like this does not rely on plot. A plot is merely a coat rack upon which to hang action scenes and jokes. There are two problems. One is that most of the action scenes failed to reach the standards of the first film. The second is that there simply weren���t enough action scenes. Too much dead time, chit-chatting in service of character and plot development. (Did the writers and director forget what sort of film this was? Do they think we actually care about any of these people?) In short, not enough spectacle. This sort of franchise depends on expanding the envelope, outdoing the previous installment. Golden Circle simply didn���t.

If you truly loved this first one I can give this a tepid recommendation. For everyone else, I���d say pass.

That���s a wrap on reviews, until next time MBW goes out of town.

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Return of the Son of Even More Too Late Movie Reviews. Resurrected Post.

April 15, 2018Return of the Son of Even More Too Late Movie Reviews

MBW is away on a business trip. You know what that means: a chance to watch mindless action movies. After I put the HA to bed, that is.

A week won���t be time to catch up on about a year���s worth of releases. But I���ve had a chance to watch three so far. What did I think? Well, let me tell you.

 

First up, Thor: Ragnarok. Another of the Marvel releases that puts the ���comic��� in comic book movie. I enjoyed the Hel out of this. It made me laugh, which is generally a good indicator that I���m being entertained. No, it wasn���t great cinema. The plot made no pretense toward complexity. But neither did the Hope and Crosby road films and they didn���t suffer for it. This could almost be considered a Thor road film, with Loki and Hulk taking turns as the buddy.

I liked it much better than the second Thor film. I think taking Thor from the fantasy milieu and dropping him into the gonzo Marvel sci-fi universe made the difference.

So, recommended. Bodes well for the next film up, another comic book movie. To wit ���

Justice League. Well, at least I started off well. Justice League was turgid, plodding, and largely humorless. Jason Mamoa provided some needed charisma as Aquaman. But Ezra Miller���s schtick as The Flash grew a bit tired. I���m not going to write much more about this. Not recommended.

Now I���ve just finished grousing about a plodding, largely humorless movie. So why did I generally enjoy the next film? That is Blade Runner 2049. Well, Blade Runner is a dystopian science fiction film. It is supposed to be dour. Now, I don���t recommend this unequivocally. The philosophical questions it raised ��added little to those tackled in the original. What it grafts on wasn���t really dense enough to support the sheer length of the movie. But it looked good. The performances were uniformly excellent. The music carried on the style of the original. I don���t believe the film did itself any favors by (and this isn���t a spoiler ��� it is established within the first ten minutes) having its lead be a replicant instead of a human. I think that undercuts the emotional stakes. But overall this worked for me.

I���ll what tonight���s Red Box offering provides. Stay tuned.

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Remedial Fantasy for the Chronically Lazy: A Top Five List. Resurrected Post.

April 8, 2018Remedial Fantasy For the Chronically Lazy: A Top Five List

A couple of weeks ago I moderated a panel on the essential science fiction writers of the Golden Age. The premise was which writers should someone read if he were interested in acquiring a grounding in sci-fi but possessed either limited time or small inclination to read copious amounts of early twentieth century fiction. Who are the not-to-be-missed highlights? It was an engaging, free-ranging conversation. Many writers were brought up and discussed. The panelists agreed more often than not. I doubt we managed to pare the options down to an easily digestible reading list.

My original concept for the panel included fantasy as well. But, as it was a science-fiction convention, that idea was (rightly) nixed. But I still think it worth discussing. What if you, dear reader, had an interest in fantasy, indeed enjoyed reading the current crop of authors? What if you wanted to learn more of the inspirations guiding your favorite writers and where certain tropes and archetypes originated. But what if, for whatever reason, you didn���t want read a bunch of old stuff? Which authors could you read, at a bare minimum to fill this gap?

 

This could be a major undertaking. But since I am writing a web log post and not a PHD dissertation, I���m going to arbitrarily limit myself to five. Also, I am going to make the assumption that anyone interested in fantasy has already read Tolkien so I can dispense with him entirely. Most of these authors I���ve written of before, so if you are interested in some additional thoughts of mine, feel free to browse through the archives.

Let���s get to it, shall we?

Edgar Rice Burroughs. It doesn���t start with him. ERB had his own influences. I���m guessing H. Rider Haggard, A. Conan Doyle, and Jules Verne among them. But the fantasy that followed owed him a great debt. From Planetary Romance to lost civilizations, you can read it from ERB. ERB labored in the pulp mines, in which word count mattered more than plot consistency. The point was to keep the action moving, keep the readers interested. So don���t look to him for concise storytelling or poetic language. But for rollicking, imaginative adventure, he���s your man.

Lord Dunsany. If you are interested in concise storytelling and poetic language, look to Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett, the 18th Baron of Dunsany. He was a master of the short, evocative tale. The influence of his conception of fairyland as a realm of beauty and mortal danger can be seen in such writers as Tolkien, Poul Anderson, and Neil Gaiman.

Robert E. Howard. Ever read anything about a sword-swinging barbarian? Well, it all started with REH. Really, what more need I say? Of course he created much more than Conan. But we���re talking the essentials here, so sadly I must forego discussing Solomon Kane, Ban Mak Morn, et al. You want to understand where modern fantasy originated? Read Conan.

Clark Ashton Smith. CAS is less well known than he should be. But if you consider writers tacked onto a sort of genealogical table, with inspirations standing in for blood relationship, then his influence exceeded his fame. CAS at the root of the chart leads to a sequence of ���begats.��� Jack Vance is on that table (and not just for the Dying Earth motif), as are Gene Wolfe, R.A. Lafferty, and ��� to a lesser extent ��� Fletcher Pratt and L. Sprague de Camp. CAS was a poet who happened to write most of his poetry in prose.

You may ask ���Where, Ken, are the women?��� I had considered including C.L. Moore in the fifth spot. She beats Leigh Brackett out due to the heavy ERB influence in Brackett���s fantasies. The influence of her evocative, gothic style can be detected, I think, in writers such as Andre Norton.

But I don���t do quotas. So, the way I see it, Fritz Leiber takes the fifth slot. The fantasy duo, a mismatched pair playing off each other for both dramatic and comedic effect may not have originated with Leiber, but he perfected it.

There you have it. The five fantasy writers you need to read to catch up on the genre, if you must limit yourself to five. Of course if you ask me tomorrow, the list might have changed.

What do you think? Did I slight anyone? Am I completely off my rocker? Or is this list defensible?

 

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Appropriating Fictional Holidays. Plus Savage Journal Entry 8.

I took MBW and the HA to the local Oktoberfest celebration, hosted at a nearby golf course. It was rather smaller than I expected, especially given the deep German roots of Texas. But it was fun, with beer supplied by Texas Leaguer Brewing, the closest craft brewery to my new town. The HA had a marvelous time, running about on the grass with the other kids. I enjoyed the Knuckle Bock and the Mr. Oktoberfest Marzen. (Yes, I do drink something other than IPAs. On occasion.)

Oktoberfest is an odd festival for Americans to celebrate, if you think about it. If I recall correctly (and I’m sure there is more to it) a festival was held to commemorate the nuptials of Ludwig I to Princess Therese. (Digression: If you get a chance to visit Neuschwanstein, take it. The quintessential fairytale castle.) Why do we care about some Bavarian wedding from more than two centuries ago?

I’ve given that question some thought. America is, famously, a melting pot. Our ancestors brought their celebrations with them, or their descendants reached back across the waters and borders and dragged them here. Saint Patrick’s Day was not a big deal in Ireland. Cinco de Mayo is a regional celebration in Mexico, not a national holiday. But we happily adopted and integrated them, and Oktoberfest, into our calendar.

Which got me to thinking about what sort of fictional festivals we could do the same thing with. (Science fiction or fantasy, that is. This isn’t an appeal to federally recognize Festivus.) Some might say that’s been tried with May the Fourth. But I don’t think that’s expanded from a mere marketing ploy. I’d rather see Unification Day, September 20. Or March 25th, the Day of Sauron’s fall.

It won’t work, though. And I’ll tell you why: The holidays we’ve successfully adopted from the lands of our ancestors are fundamentally just excuses to drink. In order to migrate a fictional holiday to popularly recognized annual event demands some direct linkage to alcohol. I’m not sure Malcolm Reynold’s insinuating himself into an Alliance bar each year gets the job done. Any suggestions?

If you’d like a reading suggestion, try this. I think you’ll like it.

And now, for those of you still taking the journey, here is the next entry in Magnus Stoneslayer’s diary.

SAVAGE JOURNAL

ENTRY 8.

You shouldn’t underestimate the value of a good war cry, dear diary. Oh, sure it isn’t always required or even advisable. There are circumstances that demand fighting in silence, expressing cold, restrained fury. That can really get to some opponents; a slow terror builds in them as they face your implacable mask, the visage of an inhuman, unstoppable killing machine.

But at certain other times noise is absolutely essential. It can be as simple as a wordless bellow. This works well in surprise situations, freezes the startled enemy for a few vital seconds.

I’ve also used a few well-chosen phrases and epithets, yelled with stentorian conviction. One I won’t use again, dear diary, is ���Baal’s sweaty balls.��� Never again. I employed that unfortunate blasphemy this morning when a huge, shambling, hairy monstrosity ��� some semi-human evolutionary throwback, or dead-end genetic mistake ��� emerged from the trees and slung Yaslina (the young woman recently in my care, as you recall, dear diary) over one massive, sloping shoulder.

I tugged my broadsword free of the shagreen sheath and waded in, loosing the aforementioned war cry from deep in my steel muscled abdomen. Yaslina ��� in the grasp of some nightmare beast, mind you, and potentially headed for some grisly end ��� burst into laughter!

At me! So ���Baal’s sweaty balls��� is now consigned to the war cry dust bin.

I took the monster apart with a few well-placed strokes. Then I waited to respond with stony disinterest to Yaslina’s emotional outpouring of gratitude. But instead she just continued laughing. Peels of mirth, not hysteria. At my expense.

It may be time to take a break from wandering the wilderness. A vacation, if you will. It is something I shall take into consideration until next time, dear diary.

Magnus Stoneslayer

 

 

 

The Little Convention That Could. Resurrected Post.

March 25, 2018The Little Convention That Could

So that���s NanoCon Mk. V done. What is NanoCon? It is a science fiction convention hosted by the science fiction club of Lower Columbia College in Longview Washington, a port town on the Columbia River about an hour from the Pacific. It isn���t big. I doubt two hundred people attended. Hence, I presume, ���Nano.���

Still, as Gandalf probably reassured himself, size isn���t everything.

 

I sat on two panels, one of which I believe I was moderating, though that was never clear. Both went well, despite my presence. I would attribute the entertainment and informational value of both to the contributions of Greg Bear. The noted author is a wealth of knowledge and anecdote. If we are playing the ���degrees of separation game��� I am now much closer to winning, is what I���m saying.

In fact I had the honor of being invited by Astrid and Greg Bear to have dinner with them. That was a pleasure. When your life has been spent saturating in the works of Golden Age speculative fiction writers, hearing stories of them by a close friend (and/or relative) is manna.

If you���ll recall from my last post, I recently returned from Arizona. One of the spots I visited was Lowell Observatory, in Flagstaff. That place held a fascination for me because Percival Lowell���s observations of the channels of Mars (and enthusiastic misinterpretation thereof) helped inspire Edgar Rice Burroughs��� Barsoombooks. And those books inspired my Under Strange Suns. Well, Lowell Observatory also employed Clyde Tombaugh, the discoverer of Pluto. To bring this full circle, Mr. Bear once met Clyde Tombaugh. Thus adding one more tenuous link to my insubstantial chain. Because it���s all about me. Right?

No, it is also about beer. A friend of mine (���Hi, Jack���) drove out to the con. We enjoyed a lunch of peanuts and beer tasters at Five Dons Brewing. A tiny place, nearly around the corner from the Ashtown Brewing, the place I visited last year. How convenient.

Now, time to trek back to Sandy. I���ve neglected MBW and the HA long enough.

 

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Arizona. Resurrected Post.

March 18, 2018Arizona

Writing this post gives me chance to rest from constant repetition of ���wow.��� MBW, the HA, and I are in Flagstaff, Arizona. We���ve been placing an unconscionable number of miles on our rental car, touring the state. Pardon me while I write, instead of utter, ���wow.���

 

We���ve travelled through just about every sort of terrains short of coastal or tundra over the last few days. And given the snowfall in Flagstaff, we came near to tundra. The point is, the scenery is amazing.

I���m sure I don���t need to comment on the Grand Canyon. If you haven���t visited, you���ve certainly seen pictures. If you���ve only seen pictures, go visit. Enough said.

The red rock structures in and around Sedona are stunning. I���ve been lucky enough to travel extensively. I���ve seen natural beauty. I���m comfortable in asserting that the Sedona sights are on par with the steep sided, green tropical valleys of Hawaii; the rain forests of the Pacific Northwest, the western mountains (take your pick: Cascades, Grand Tetons, Rockies); Caribbean white sand beaches; or the azure waters of the Mediterranean viewed from Riviera cliff tops. I could go on, but the reminiscence is making me nostalgic.

The damming of the Colorado created a wonderful spectacle. Of course I imagine most of the course of the river is pretty spectacular. The price of boat tour is well worth it. I bet a summer week in a houseboat on Lake Powell would create some fond memories. Anyone done that?

I haven���t neglected the brewpubs. I���ve managed to visit a couple and sample the wares of others. Nor have I neglected my writing. I���ve made solid progress, writing every day.

The point is, I���m having a good time. Now, enough. We���re off to Phoenix to catch a Spring Training game. Royals versus Cubs, in case you were interested.

How about some more pictures?

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Vacation, Ho! Resurrected Post.

March 11, 2018Vacation, Ho!

I���m on the cusp of vacation and it couldn���t come soon enough.

Things are proceeding well enough, I suppose, they���re simply ��� incomplete. Case in point: I���ve got half the White Tree of Gondor on my bedroom wall. The right side, as you���re facing it, to be exact. See, many moons ago MBW expressed the desire to enhance the bedroom wall with some artwork. Fine with me. Though I admit some trepidation: What sort of artwork? As a purely precautionary measure, I found an image of the aforementioned tree online and showed it to MBW. She���s not particularly a genre fan, though she enjoyed LOTR (books and films.) To my relief she expressed immediate enthusiasm. (Take a look, it is a handsome bit of design.) Anyway, an attempt at a homemade projector, pencil tracing, and painting ended unsatisfactorily a few months back. We decided to try again with a large decal.

 

The decal arrived from China a couple of days ago. It came in two halves. The application involves use of a tacky (as in ���mildly sticky,��� not ���gauche���) sheet of plastic known as transfer paper (or tape.) Unfortunately the box included only one of said sheets. Now, perhaps an experienced and gifted DIY decorator could salvage and reuse the transfer paper. This, however, was our first attempt. So, as of this writing, my bedroom wall boasts half a tree.

Another example: I���d spoken with a local used bookstore (which shall remain nameless) back in November, hoping to set up a signing. At the owner���s request I brought in copies of my books for evaluation of quality and suitability for consignment. Several telephone conversations over the ensuing months failed to lead to a signing. As I have been invited, once again, to attend a small sci-fi convention at the end of March I decided I���d be better off taking these copies with me to sell at the con, rather than continue fruitless waiting. So I stopped by the shop the other day to pick up my books. Lo and behold, they���ve gone missing.

ECCC was a blast. Tiring, but fun. But, if I may further my theme, I���m still waiting for an ECCC sales bump. The point of the exercise remains incomplete.

And so it goes. One step forward, then a shuffle-slide back. Do the Limbo Half-step.

Vacation sounds nice, doesn���t it?

Enough negativity. I���m at roughly the halfway point on my work-in-progress. Halfway is better than any lesser fraction of completion. I hope to get some more work done, in the air and in the hotel. There: positivity. A slight case of the grumps never keeps me down for long.

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