it's a great life, if you don't weaken (matociquala) wrote,
it's a great life, if you don't weaken

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to believe in this living is just a hard way to go.

I'm writing this at cruising altitude somewhere East of Seattle. A string of thunderstorms brought us low--we had to detour to Denver and refuel, so predictably my arrival in Seattle will be some three hours later than planned. Yep, I love to travel.

I did manage to put the time in the air to good use, though--revisions on Chill have reached page 208. I gave up there, because I was not having a lot of brilliant ideas for the new scene I have to write, but it seems to be mostly coming together nicely--and hey, halfway done!

I also accomplished an awful lot of reading, about which more below:

Book 31, Greg Van Eekhout, Norse Code.

The title is trying way too hard. But the book itself, while I did not utterly fall in love with it, is a cheeky, fast-paced, suitably apocalyptic romp through Ragnarok, to which (predictably) I am entirely sympathetic. I did find that it had one quality that I find in most urban fantasy these days--it felt a little superficial: I wanted more crunch. But that is usually just me.

And it did keep making me laugh out loud. Just saying.

Book 32, Jeffrey Ford, The Physiognomy

Another one that wasn't quite for me through no fault of its own. There's a whole subgenre of beautifully written, steampunky high-gore fantasy about generally reprehensible people that I think just has too many guy cooties for me: they don't fill me with love. Examples include China Mieville's Iron Council, Gene Wolfe's The Shadow of the Torturer, Jay Lake's Trial of Flowers, and so on. Since they are generally well receeived by people who are not me, I am forced to accept that the fault lies not in the books, but in myself.

Book 33, Erik Hildinger, Warriors of the Steppe

Meh. Although the copyright is 1997, this book of military history appears to me to have been written in the 60's. It feels tremendously dated. I also find myself questioning some of his postulates--at one point, for example, he says that the Russian Army in 1941 was the best-equipped in the world, which doesn't jibe with my understanding.

Anyway, I did find some tiny lovely little bits I am stealing for The Steles of the Sky, like the horse-hoof scale armor and maybe some bits of the story about what happened when they exhumed the skull of Timur Leng and incurred his curse. (Hint: the Russians did so in 1941....)

Also, I wanted more economics and politics, and fewer descriptions of battles.

And now, I may endeavor to nap, and post this when I have landed.
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