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David Dyer-Bennet comments on Hammered. Spoilers.

NB: the Park River; it's real (a real buried river, I mean) and the Hartford steam plant does in fact vent directly to it. I added the klaxon and the warning light for dramatic effect; they don't exist in real life. But, yanno, sixty years...

...actually, they're now talking about unburying the river, thus trashing my continuity even more than it already is.

ETA A big day for me in the blogosphere: alecaustin liked Worldwired. Go team me.

Oh, and psst. Issue #4 of Subterranean is available for pre-order. It's the extra-shiny All Cliche Issue; you know you'd love to read it.

Oh look, it's raining.
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For the more adventuresome paddlers, who aren't afraid of the dark, there's even a guided canoe tour of the Park River conduit.

Oooh, I want to do that! Have you done that??
It doesn't exist any more. Liability issues. Like, um, the steam plant. Ahem.

My descriptions of the river come from ladegard, who has been on the trip.
We've got a buried river--well, canal--here in Worcester, too. And they're considering unearthing it or parts of it. The Blackstone was early in a long line of Worcester, MA, debacles. And on top of that, Boston hated us in the '50s. Now they just ignore us.
Darn! I wish DDB had said a little bit more about the book. I actually finished reading it today myself, and was debating what I wanted to say about it.

Oh -- I liked it. :) It got put off for while because I occasionally have allergic reactions to books told in the first person, but now I will have to go dig up a copy of the second one.
Well, I'm glad you liked it!

And hey, it's only part first person. *g*
thus trashing my continuity even more than it already is.


Hey, that's nothin' to all the Old Guys who were screwed when we found out Venus doesn't have sweltering jungles. :->
That's retro now. It's all good.
Hey, what can I say? I like politics and characterization and combat, to say nothing of an ecogothic sensibility and aliens I can't immediately pigeonhole.

Plus you write with eloquence and grace. That's gotta count for something, right?
Um.

Shucks. *g*
I told him I thought he'd like Scardown better, and I'm not very far into Worldwired but I think he may like it best of all. It's all my fault, anyway.

P.
Hee. I did email him to say Hi, and he was very gracious about this strange woman emailing him from off the internets (species of insanities known to affect authors, much?). And, yanno, people are totally entitled to not like what I do.

I mostly get cranky when they rag on my work ethic, because that's not a matter of taste; it's a personal affront. And there's not much I can say to "I didn't connect with the characters" except, sorry, I'll try harder next time.
I just finished Hammered tonight! *Tracked it down at Borders Books on Sunday...) I thoroughly enjoyed it! Thanks! I will certainly be back for more.

Is Sigourney Street in Hartford real? I kept having Alien flashbacks while reading, which was quite pleasant. I have always had a thing for Ms. Weaver. She's dreamy!

(grin!)
Sigourney St. and Albany Ave. is the heart of one of the worst neighborhood in the city. It's locally pronounced "SIG-ur-nee," however, with the accent on the first syllable and a very short u rather than a dipthong, "sig-OUR-nee," like the actress' name.

satellite map of the area.
I actually really liked that whole underground river sequence. It didn't feel like a deus ex machina to me, or at least, not a bad one. ^_^
*g* Well, I generally think of a deus ex as an arbitrary intervention of the universe that makes things better for the home team, rather than worse.

But he's totally entitled to his opinion.
I like to think of that scene as karma finally catching up with Barb.


Poor Bobbi, though.

Actually, it was in some ways the thematic excision of the story's more Cyberpunk elements by the Hand of God. *g* But I don't expect my literary games to, yanno, mean much to readers. They're just for me.