end of the year, 2015

I spent my holidays among snowy redwoods and Ponderosa pines, and reading Joe Abercrombie’s First Law series well into the night. There was something childishly gratifying about sneaking off to read about men tearing each other apart with their bare hands. Gratifying, too, to see how far he’s come as a writer – the prose inRed Country is far more polished than that ofThe Blade Itself, and the POVs in the latter are far more clunky than those graceful interludes in The Heroes– as it gives me...