What do we feel when we imagine a brutalized sword and sorcery writer laughing at the stars? What do we feel when we read about a mere mortal--an ephemeral form--violently confronting eternity, the cosmos, the infinite in all its eternal strangeness? Why are sword and sorcery writers obsessively drawn to their primary theme: the unresolved antagonism between the natural and the supernatural? The profane and the sacred? The individual and the cosmos?
"Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other." --H.P. Lovecraft, The Silver Key
Wednesday, June 22, 2022
Whetstone #5: A review
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
Thune's Vision/Schuyler Hernstrom
I love this cover... weird and trippy, violence beneath, like the contents. |
DMR Books/Dave Ritzlin has published my review of Thune's Vision, by Schuyler Hernstrom. Head over and give it a read; it's spoiler free but hopefully speaks to why I think so highly of it, and this author.
If you like sword-and-sorcery/sword-and-planet/weird fiction, and care as to whether it will survive in the current era, you should support good modern authors who practice it. Try this, or his The Eye of Sounnu. You won't be disappointed. In an age when Brandon Sanderson can net $41M on a kickstarter (seriously? what the fuck) we need to find a way to support sword-and-sorcery authors who can deliver great storytelling, and paint worlds, and make you think, in 1/4 of the real estate of most "fat fantasy."
Thune's Vision is now available for purchase on Amazon. I believe DMR will be reselling as well.
Tuesday, May 24, 2022
The fine sounds of a silver stringed bard
Ghouls, guitars, and gals... good stuff. |
My latest essay/review is up on the blog of Tales from the Magician's Skull. Check out The Far-Flung Literary Webs of Manly Wade Wellman.
I have been a fan of Wellman for some time, but only casually, and only through his Kardios S&S stories and a handful of other tales. I had not read any of his Silver John stories.
That was a mistake I'm glad I rectified with the collection Who Fears the Devil?
These stories are set in mid-20th century America but have a sword-and-sorcery heartbeat and soul to them. A wandering outsider/bard, armed with a silver-stringed guitar instead of a sword, running afoul of monsters and magic and ne'er do well-ers in the deep woods of Appalachia. All told with a master story teller's skilled hand.
If you haven't yet read of John, aka., John the Balladeer, aka. Silver John, you're in for a treat.
Sunday, May 8, 2022
Reading Plato, some observations
Confession: I’ve got gaps in my philosophy, Horatio. I have a basic familiarity with the broad tenets of some of the major schools. I have read deeper in a few areas I have found interesting, including the major works of existentialism, and Marcus Aurelius’ Meditations and the foundations of stoicism. But when it comes to the classic works my cupboard is pretty lean.
Inspired by the Online Great Books podcast, I decided to pick up Plato’s Five Great Dialogues, a book that includes the classics The Republic and The Apology. I read portions of these in high school or thereabouts, as I remembered the allegory of the cave and a few other bits. Back then I lacked the life experiences to take much from it; today I have a whole different appreciation for what these books say, and mean, and still have to teach us, thousands of years after they were written.
I won’t even bother trying to summarize what thousands of scholars and historians have already done before me, and far better, but rather just offer up a few takeaways and observations that hit home for me, personally.
Reading Plato is a cold drink of water for the soul. His dialogues are a series of questions about what life is all about, including why we behave as we do, how to govern ourselves, and in general what makes for a meaningful existence. These are written in a dialectical style. Plato’s subject, Socrates, engages in dialogues with a series of interlocutors, probing deeper at common but unexplored understandings and surface assumptions until they eventually arrive at a deep level of truth, possibly the bottom. “The unexamined life is not worth living,” Socrates says. Amen.
Plato’s theory of forms makes the case that there are transcendent ideas—justice, temperance, etc.—that transcend the physical. These ideas cannot be explained by science and studied at some atomic/structural level. But they are no less real, and in fact are more important than material existence. Some might take this theory of forms for granted, but it’s a stunning revelation, the framework upon which the rest of the book hangs.
Socrates/Plato believe in the immortal soul. We can deduce the presence of a soul by its absence (i.e., by looking upon a dead body, and finding it inert). The soul is a therefore a form. Like an odd number, it is irreducible by the presence of an even number—an even number does not destroy an odd number; in the same manner, death cannot destroy the soul, it merely parts it from the physical body. I like this, for obvious reasons.
Wisdom and truth-seeking are the highest virtues of mankind. Not "happiness" or wealth-seeking or sensual luxury. Plato believes in the existence of absolute truth and absolute beauty. Subjectivity is a form of blindness when it comes to truth-seeking. This declaration flies in the face of identity politics, which posit that every culture is morally equivalent, and that everyone’s subjective internal monologue is “truth speaking” and sacrosanct. Yes, we all have opinions, and have the freedom to express them, but some are far more worthy than others. Those that seek out absolute truth and absolute beauty, and wisdom and temperance, and make them their north star, are fit to lead, according to Plato.
Plato believes that the best form of government is a ruling class of philosopher-kings. These are chosen not by birthright, but by innate ability, and forged and tempered with exceptional physical and mental education. Rulers must exhibit a soundness of mind and body, and a willingness to sacrifice, to not even own wealth, lest they fall prey to corruption and graft. This structure transcends oligarchy and monarchy, even democracy and other forms of governance subject to nepotism and corruption. This is not a caste system, however. Children of these rulers, if unfit, cannot serve; those from warrior or merchant classes can move up into this class if they demonstrate the same fitness. Many today recoil from this portion of Plato but it is a framework worth pondering (some in fact have made the case that Plato himself did not take this too seriously, but was using the opportunity to satirize the corruption of the Athenian city-state and take the piss out of it). Nevertheless, this declaration is FIRE: “Until philosophers are kings, or the kings and princes of this world have the spirit and power of philosophy, and political greatness and wisdom meet in one, and those commoner natures who pursue either to the exclusion of the other are compelled to stand aside, cities will never have rest from their evils—no, nor the human race, as I believe—and then only will this our State have a possibility of life and behold the light of day.”
Finally, there is heroism of the highest sort to be found in Plato. Socrates could have fled his execution, and in fact had ample opportunity to do so, but refused. He faces his death with equanimity and perfect clarity, because he has been condemned by his beloved city of Athens. To run would be to deny orderly society in favor of individual selfishness, and thereby debase himself. It’s so damned noble, exhibiting a degree of principle most will never fully comprehend, let alone live out. Yet this is what Plato encourages us to do, and what makes him worth reading today.
Friday, April 22, 2022
First Blood, David Morrell
Don't push it, or I'll give you a war you can't believe. |
I have this edition... but not the knife. |
Friday, April 15, 2022
Robert E. Howard Changed My Life
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Gordon Lightfoot recap
"If You Could Read My Mind," "For Loving Me," "Carefree Highway," "Song for a Winter's Night," and of course the highlight and everyone's favorite, "Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald." The latter was the highlight, and maybe it was my imagination but Gordon seemed to channel some deep wellspring of strength for this one. It was powerful and sounded pretty darned good.
Friday, April 1, 2022
Skallagrim: In the Vales of Pagarna
Grim, but not Grimdark |
To cut to the chase:
Do read this if you are looking for something different, a book not easily categorized, that wears a handful of prominent influences on its sleeve. Some obvious ones are Michael Moorcock’s Elric, and J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. There are heavy echoes of both in here. I’m pretty sure I picked up on a few prog song references, too (Time Stands Still by Rush, Steve?).
Don’t read this if you are looking for traditional sword-and-sorcery. That this is book 1 should have already tipped things off. I would say it treads closer to mainstream fantasy, albeit with healthy doses of combat and weirdness that push it back toward S&S territory.
The book’s conceit is that the protagonist, a young rogue named Skallagrim, has lost his memory; he does not know who he is, and cannot remember his friends or his own history. He just knows the blue-eyed girl whom he loves has been abducted, and is due to be sacrificed on the altar of a sorcerer. This sets off a rescue mission through the Vales of Pagarna, a dangerous and weird valley. Skallagrim is also the beneficiary of a powerful but cursed sword with the portentous name of Terminus, a final point in time and space. It represents hope, with a bitter edge. Terminus is double-edged in every sense of the word.
The dialogue is pretty darned cracking. Babb has an ear for it, and that makes the book flow well, very easy to read. The quest is compelling and the encounters with the likes of flesh-eating ghouls memorable and fun.
I did have some minor issues with the novel. I’m an S&S guy through and through and prefer books where lots of things happen at a rapid clip. This book tends to take its time, although there is plenty of action, combat, and weirdness. To be fair there is no leisurely build up: Babb drops the reader into a swirling melee on page one.
The other issue is that I’m not entirely sold on the romance, at least through book one. As noted Skallagrim has lost his memories, but that makes his obsession with this girl not immediately apparent. His primary motivation is her rescue, and what is purer? But that doesn’t mean the reader understands why he’s so desperate and driven. I was deeply intrigued by Skallagrim’s encounter with a powerful and long-lived but fun and lusty water nymph, a memorable character who I hope returns for book two. And I suspect we’ll learn more about Skallagrim’s persona and motivations in the sequel.
A few other items I’m still chewing on… near the end of the book an aging sorcerer delivers a powerful soliloquy on aging. Although Skallagrim is young, the author of this book is not, nor is this reader. There is much in here about lost youth, and lost loves, and regret, and seizing the opportunity while you still can. The sorcerer’s words struck home, at least for this reader.
More ruminations… Skallagrim suffers a grim, face-altering wound at the outset of the novel and Babb expends lot of ink on the character’s disfigurement. Skallagrim is afflicted with bouts of self-loathing, guilt, and unworthiness, even contemplations of suicide. Some heavy stuff I was not expecting, and deeper characterization than you typically get in S&S protagonists.
Overall this is a solid first effort by Babb. Skallagrim: In the Vales of Pagarna can be read and enjoyed alone, as it ends with a satisfying final battle. Book 2 will presumably continue with Skallagrim’s pursuit of his lost love.
Friday, March 25, 2022
For Your Eyes Only... just what I needed
An involuntary swim with sharks, mollified by embrace of hot babe. |
Bad ass car that we didn't get to see enough of ... thugs should have heeded the warning. |
Thursday, February 17, 2022
War of the Gods!
Thursday, February 3, 2022
The Harp and the Blade, a review
At 10 cents you get your money's worth |
But, after reading John Myers Myers’ The Harp and the Blade, I would now tell aspiring authors: Here’s a pretty solid template.
This book moves. The Harp and the Blade was originally published as a seven-part serial in the venerable magazine Argosy in 1940, and in paperback still bears some hallmarks of its pulp heritage. It needed to be swift, and grab readers from issue to issue. Each chapter is just 10 pages, and the entirety of the book is a mere 230 pages. No needless descriptions. No navel-gazing “world building” (it is set in 10th century Dark Ages France, on the cusp of the feudal era, so not a whole lot of that is needed). More to the point: Something important happens each chapter to advance the plot.
S&S beefcake... 1985 style. |
Now, is The Harp and the Blade sword-and-sorcery? Maybe, but probably not. It’s best classified as historical fiction. Although you could be forgiven for thinking it was S&S, so closely does it skirt that territory. Certainly it’s packaged that way. I have the 1985 edition as published by Ace. Look at that cover! Two overmuscled dudes, one a hip bard with 80s surfer hair, the other a classic Boris Vallejo style barbarian. This was definitely marketed to the same audience that devoured the Lancer Conans in the 60s and the DAW Elrics in the 70s. Publishers of the era were going to great lengths to ride the sword-and-sorcery wave, although by the mid-80s the subgenre was about to disappear from the shelves, almost overnight, with few exceptions (Keith Taylor’s Bard novels, for example). Morgan Holmes calls this “The great sword-and-sorcery extinction event.”
Oh, and the “barbarian’s” name happens to be… Conan! Not the Conan you’re thinking of, and in fact other than being a resourceful, charismatic leader with some skill with a blade, bears no resemblance to Robert E. Howard’s most famous creation. The name Conan has historical Gaelic/Celtic roots, although one might assume Myers Myers was at least familiar with Howard’s work.
Packaging alone is not enough, but what edges this book back into S&S territory is the geas our hero, the bard Finnian, is placed under. After callously watching a man get murdered in a tavern brawl when he
may have intervened and saved a life, Finnian is shamed (and possibly,
ensorcelled) by a druid in a wonderful scene atop a cromlech on a
moonlit night. Thereafter his life is changed; he begins to accept
responsibility, and act out of a sense of altruism. "From now on, as long as you stay in my land," here he swept an arm to include all directions," you will aid any man or woman in need of help," the old man declares. This is skillfully handled by Myers Myers, and it may just be shame, or the power of persuasion, that causes our hero to begin to take responsibility. But it may be magic.
This is the heart of the book, and the message that lies beneath the page-turning action. Finnian is, like many of the classic heroes of S&S, an outsider. He is literally that—an Irish bard in foreign lands, making his living with his songs and his poetry, never settling down but moving from modest payday to payday. Just living, untrammeled. Lacking any commitments, he has nothing to tie him down, but seemingly nothing to give his life meaning, either. He’s at a crossroads.
Make no mistake, this is THE struggle all men face. Do we drift through life, viewing others’ misfortunes as not our own (“not my circus, not my monkeys”—not a fan of that phrase), dreaming, noncommittal, childlike? Or, do we take a stand, find principles we can live by, put down roots, raise a family, and get to work on adulthood? Personally, I don’t think there is a choice, and if you fail to grow up it will bite you in the end, hard. Peter Pan is a cautionary tale, not an ideal, and the lost boys are just that.
The book has an interesting, muted ending, where all does not turn out like we had thought, or hoped, or expected (and, which I had guessed due to some mild telegraphing from Myers Myers). I won’t spoil it here.
Despite what I’ve written above this is not a heavy book laden with psychoanalysis. It’s action-packed, with death defying rescues and escapes, violent combat, romance, wine, and song, set against a dangerous backdrop of lawless lands where outlaw bands carve out fiefdoms at the point of a sword, as Danes plunder from the North and Moslems threaten incursion from the South. There is drama, but it’s gritty, grounded, and the world does not hang in the balance. Just enough characterization to allow us to latch on to the main character. In short, good stuff.
Sadly Myers Myers seems to have fallen into obscurity, but for a time had gained a level of popularity and critical respectability with Silverlock (1949), which I have not read. I can recommend The Harp and the Blade, however. Even if not S&S it follows the formula us fans want and appreciate.
Thursday, January 27, 2022
Tolkien’s Modern Reading: A review
Tolkien: Not just for medieval scholars, anymore. |
--Holly Ordway, Tolkien’s Modern Reading
J.R.R Tolkien has been described as harder to influence than a Bandersnatch, and commonly believed to be utterly uninterested in any literature written after the Canterbury Tales. As it turns out, these claims are largely untrue. Tolkien was indeed an ardent medievalist, but the “leaf mould” of his imagination was far deeper, and richer, and broader, than just an amalgamation of ancient works. Despite what many commonly believe, Tolkien also read and enjoyed modern literature, too.
The person to blame for this inaccurate characterization? The late Humphrey Carpenter, author of the only authorized biography of Tolkien and the only outsider (still!) ever permitted complete access to Tolkien’s complete letters.
Ordway’s book studies fiction that Tolkien would have considered “modern” (published 1850 to his present day) and that had some influence, glancing or readily apparent, on his main legendarium (The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion). Ordway restricted her work only to those authors whom Tolkien definitely interacted with, as can be traced to notations or references in his public writings, letters, interviews, from reports from other people, or in his work in academia. Ordway’s work lists a total of 148 authors and more than 200 titles. These include the likes of a few authors that should be familiar to readers of this blog: Poul Anderson, Algernon Blackwood, Ray Bradbury, Edgar Rice Burroughs, James Branch Cabell, Lord Dunsany, E.R. Eddison, H. Rider Haggard, Robert E. Howard, Henry Kuttner, Andrew Lang, Fritz Leiber, C.S. Lewis, H.P. Lovecraft, George MacDonald, C.L. Moore, William Morris, Clark Ashton Smith, Robert Louis Stevenson, and T.H. White, among many others. Many of these seem to have had negligible influence (Tolkien read the likes of Howard and Smith for example in the L. Sprague de Camp collection Sword & Sorcery, and has little to say about it), but other authors made an impact, sometimes profound.
Ordway does a fine job tracing these influences and matching them up, thematically or stylistically, with passages from Tolkien’s texts. For example, from MacDonald’s Lilith he may have drawn inspiration for his themes of death and deathlessness (MacDonald was father to 11 children, but was predeceased by six of them, including his eldest child Lilia). Both MacDonald and Tolkien were “men much acquainted with grief.” Tolkien also credits MacDonald’s goblins as a direct inspiration for his own underground dwellers in The Hobbit. MacDonald looms large enough to get his own chapter, as does, unsurprisingly, William Morris, whose Goths from The House of the Wolfings are stamped all over the Rohirrim. Interestingly, Ordway makes a good case that Morris’ imperialistic, militarized Romans may have inspired Tolkien’s orcs.
Haggard might be a surprise to some: Tolkien read so voraciously of old HRH him that Ordway devoted a whole chapter to his influence (“Rider Haggard: Fresh Ore from Old Mines”). We know that the eponymous She of Haggard’s wildly popular novel was an influence on Galadriel, and that he loved King Solomon’s Mines, but Ordway also reveals that Tolkien read the likes of the lesser-known The Wanderer’s Necklace. As late as 1961 he was still reacting positively in interviews to the name of Haggard. Dunsany was like Tolkien a veteran and wrote the preface of Tales of Wonder while recovering from a war wound, just as Tolkien began writing of his legendarium while recovering from trench-fever. Ordway also includes some deep cuts, noting that Tolkien borrowed elements of a pitched wolf battle in the pines from S.R. Crockett’s The Black Douglas (1889) for Bilbo’s escape from the wargs in The Hobbit. The striking art from this book bears it out. Not all of Tolkien’s reading was fantastic: One of the books that apparently inspired him greatly was J.H. Shorthouse’s John Inglesant, widely read in Tolkien’s day though largely forgotten today.
There is much, much more to recommend from this book, including coverage of writers such as Matthew Arnold, Sinclair Lewis, even a handful of science-fiction authors like H.G. Wells (Tolkien read them, too). If you’re a Tolkien fan, seek it out and read it.
Sunday, December 19, 2021
20 year anniversary of the Fellowship of the Ring/LOTR films
I was there, Gandalf. I was there 3,000--err 20--years ago. |
There was huge anticipation for these films. I was hoping against hope that they would be good, but I feared and expected the worst. The odds of them sucking were high. I could count on one hand the number of truly good fantasy films prior (Excalibur, Conan the Barbarian, Rankin Bass Hobbit, the original Star Wars trilogy should you count them as fantasy). And, my expectations were incredibly high. The Lord of the Rings is my favorite novel, across any genre. It is one of the greatest novels ever written, and stands alongside the best classic literature of the last two centuries, full stop. To put a work like this in the hands of a Hollywood studio was an invitation to butchery and disaster. Surely Jackson would not be able to meet the high standard I had set.
Nevertheless I had to see the films. They were getting a lot of hype and some advance praise from critics (which I largely avoided), and so made the trek to the theater on Dec. 19, 2001.
Opening night was pandemonium. There were people in line in elven cloaks and chain mail. Two dudes were swordfighting in front of the screen with boffer weapons. Most nerdy of all, a dude in the row in front of me watched the film with an LED headlamp on, following along with the book on his lap.
I kid you not. That's some hardcore nerdity right there.
When the opening title sequence came on with Howard Shore's atmospheric score the audience broke into cheering and applause.
I will admit, I was rapidly swept away into the film. The Shire looked largely as it had in my imagination. The cast was spectacular. I was moved to tears with Boromir's death. Shockingly, against all my fears, it worked. I left the theater blown away, surprised by joy beyond anything I had hoped. Over the next two years, I repeated the pattern with The Two Towers and the Return of the King. I cried again, when Sam put Frodo on his back on Mount Doom, and Theoden led the ride of Rohirrim on the Pelennor Fields.
I was sad to see it all come to an end.
So, twenty years later, how do they hold up?
Pretty darned great, in my opinion. Great does not mean flawlessly. When I watch them now there are a few parts that I actively dislike (collapsing bridge sequence in Moria, shield-surfing at Helm's Deep, and the green ghost army at Minas Tirith). The Paths of the Dead sequence is not particularly well-done. I don't miss Tom Bombadil and believe that was a smart cut, but I do miss the scouring of the Shire, and believe that its excision makes it a lesser film. The action is over-emphasized and some of the slapstick humor is out of place. Jackson would amplify these flaws a hundred fold in the absolutely abysmal adaption of The Hobbit a decade later.
Are the movies as good as the book? No, they're not, and they could not be, not even with 12 films and an unlimited budget. The world we see on screen is not as deep or wide as the one we encounter in Tolkien's text. Some of the themes and much of the complexity was removed.
All that said, I'm full of gratitude that we have these films. I think 20 years from now they will still be beloved. They hold up, quite well. I'd still love to see a proper Hobbit but I'm happy with the LOTR films. It might be time for a rewatch over the Christmas break.
Friday, December 10, 2021
Review of KEW special edition Phantasmagoria
Khan!! I mean, Kane!! |
In short, it's excellent. If you love KEW you'll love this. Pick it up. Lots in here to love including many reminisces from friends and colleagues who knew him, KEW stories including the wonderful "In the Pines" and "Sing a Last Song of Valdese," a detailed interview with the makers of the recent documentary The Last Wolf, rare interviews with Wagner himself, scads of cool artwork, and much more.
Saturday, October 30, 2021
The Wolfen, Whitley Strieber
I own this same edition... |
I have some history with this book. My grandfather, a WWII veteran whose experiences in the Pacific I detailed here on the Silver Key, liked to read--specifically, he favored thrillers, horror, men's adventure, war novels, and other fun potboilers. He kept a few shelves of books in his basement, and a couple more shelves of paperbacks behind his leather easy chair. As a boy of probably 8-10 years of age I remember creeping behind his chair in his living room, reviewing the spines of books he had on his shelf, and selecting The Wolfen purely for its evocative title. The menacing eyes on the cover reflecting a woman in terror assured me I had made a good selection.
I still remember reading it, all those years ago, and being absolutely terrified, beset with nightmares in the days after. The book opens with a highly effective scene of two cops assigned to dump duty, marking up abandoned cars in need of crushing at the Fountain Avenue Automobile Pound. The place is typically no threat, with only a few homeless, rats, and stray dogs to contend with. But on this night the two policemen are surrounded, savaged, and eaten by a pack of werewolves in the most savage manner imaginable. These creatures are so fast that the cops aren't able to clear guns from their holsters.
Streiber's great conceit with The Wolfen is that werewolves have been living among us for thousands of years. Only scant, half-forgotten accounts remain. These are not classic Lon Chaney werewolves--men by day which transform into beasts by the light of the full moon--but an advanced series of semi-intelligent predators, wolf-ish but with fearsome paws that can grip like hands and end in razor claws, rudimentary intelligence, and faces that have something of humanity in them. Living stealthily on the edges of society, these incredibly efficient hunters and killers live off humanity, who exist side-by-side with the packs in blissful ignorance. The Wolfen plays on the theme of the threat of urban decay. Recall that New York in the 1970s was in deep crisis, a time when "wholesale disintegration of the largest city in the most powerful nation on earth seemed entirely possible." The wolfen are symbolic of the rot that accompanies urbanization.
I still have my grandfather's same paperback copy, and I loved it almost as much during this recent Halloween inspired re-read as I did as a kid nearly 40 years ago. I know that Streiber has gone off the deep end and is a bit of a pariah in horror circles, but he wrote The Wolfen (1978) very early in his career, and the book throws off sparks. If you like monsters and mayhem and hard-boiled police investigations and gunplay, you'll like The Wolfen.
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
Men of Iron, Howard Pyle
Any Howard Pyle fans in the house? If so, or if you're looking for fun, old-school, historical fiction adventure, my review of Pyle's Men of Iron is now up on DMR Blog.
Monday, August 9, 2021
The Dark Man: Journal of Robert E. Howard studies, vol. 12.1
I took a (small, calculated, $8) risk on the latest volume of The Dark Man: Journal of Robert E. Howard and Pulp Studies, purchasing it based on the table of contents and the fact that editors Jason Ray Carney and Nicole Emmelhainz-Carney are talented and invested in this venture.
I was not disappointed.
Some may not be happy with the direction taken by this semi-venerable journal, which has published 27 issues since its debut in 1990. Jason and Nicole have decided to branch out to the broader field of pulp studies, rather than a laser focus on Robert E. Howard. I think it was a great move. We need a journal that fosters discussion on other Howard-inspired or Howard-adjacent writers, such as Karl Edward Wagner. And we get that with the latest edition.
Vol. 12.1 includes seven pieces, ranging from editorial to
interview, to scholarship to book review, and runs 113 pages.
First the news: I was thrilled to hear that Gary
Hoppenstand, editor of the short-lived but highly regarded fanzine/semi-pro
zine Midnight Sun, is under contract with McFarland to write a book analyzing
Karl Edward Wagner’s Kane studies. McFarland is an independent publisher of academic
nonfiction with a bent towards pop culture. I’ve got a couple of their books on
my shelf, including J.R.R. Tolkien,
Robert E. Howard, and the Birth of Modern Fantasy (which I reviewed for Skelos #1) and Michael Moorcock: Fiction, Fantasy, and the World’s Pain, by Mark
Scroggins. The latter was an invaluable help to me in the writing of Flame and
Crimson. I am very much looking forward to this new book on Kane, for which the
scholarship is lacking. The preface will be written by the great David Drake.
This news was revealed in an interview conducted with
Hoppenstand by Luke Dodd, one of the co-hosts of the Cromcast podcast. Dodd for the same issue contributed a publication history of Midnight Sun, about as thorough a
treatment of that long defunct ‘zine that we can hope to get. Dodd used available resources
form the likes of the ISFDB with additional information from Hoppenstand to
fill in some of the blanks. Hoppenstand launched Midnight Sun as a teenager to help place some of Wagner’s Kane
stories. Hoppenstand had written to KEW enthusiastically after reading Death Angel’s Shadow, starting a
correspondence that led to Hoppenstand placing the likes of “Lynortis Reprise,”
“In the Lair of Yslsl,” and “The Dark Muse,” among other stories, poems, and
artwork. Wagner had experienced difficulty placing some of his Kane stories and
Hoppenstand and Midnight Sun filled
the void, later branching out and publishing other genre authors including David
Drake and H.H. Hollis. Midnight Sun
published its fifth and final issue in 1979, a victim of Hoppenstand's lack of funding.
Given the scarcity of material published on Karl Edward
Wagner I was particularly happy to read Dodd’s pieces, but there are
some other entries in TDM vol. 12.1 worth talking about.
I approached “REH N-grams: A Study of Cultural Trends
Related to Robert E. Howard” by Williard M. Oliver with some trepidation; even
for an REH and S&S nerd this one seemed rather esoteric and data-geeky. I
have read the related “Statistics in the Hyborian Age: An Introduction to Stylometry” in
Conan Meets the Academy and that one, while having some points of merit, left
me a bit cold, mainly because it dwells too long on explaining what stylometry
is and too little on its application to REH; Oliver’s piece however was on
point. The author used a tool called the Google Books N-gram Viewer to analyze the
recurrence of terms related to Howard and his creations and popular phrases. While the Viewer only
includes books published up through the year 2000, the tool helped Oliver demonstrate
a Howard presence in the 1930s, a slight but minor rise in the 1940s and 50s,
then a significant increase from the late 60s through the 1980s. Which tracks
rather nicely with the Arkham/Gnome, Lancer/Ace, publications, and the oft-told
stories of how these latter books brought many readers into the fold. In short, it adds statistical rigor to conjecture.
Quinn Forskitt’s “Building a Universe: An Analysis of the
Works, Lives, and Influences of the Lovecraft Circle” is an invited essay, a
boiled down version of Forskitt’s master’s thesis. While this information is
likely well-known to the die-hards, it’s great to see new scholars and scholarship in the
field. Very readable and engaging work. I found “Adapting Lovecraft to Video
Games: What is Lost, What is Gained,” to be less interesting, only because I’m
not a video gamer, but I have to say this is highly original, and probably a
must-read for players of Hidetaka Miyazaki’s Bloodborne. The author also has a strong grasp of what makes
Lovecraft’s stories unique, and hard to adapt in a visual medium.
Rusty Burke has a review of the new REH biography by Todd
Vick, Renegades and Rogues. While Burke invites the work, defends the need for further
REH biography, and so welcomes it on his shelf, he does declare it only half
successful in its stated purpose: It answers the question of who Robert E.
Howard was, but not why he was important, Burke concludes. In full disclosure I have
not read Renegades and Rogues.
All in all, I enjoyed the heck out of this issue of TDM. And
I’m greatly looking forward to Hoppenstand’s book.
Saturday, August 7, 2021
Technopoly, Neil Postman
Finished Neil Postman’s Technopoly the other day, and loved it, and was enlightened by it, challenged by it. It was very interesting to read a book published in 1992, pre commercial internet, with the premise that technology had (even by then) been so mindlessly and carelessly adopted wholesale, and given such primacy, that it quickly wiped away our norms and culture and destroyed its sanctity and symbols. It's hard to argue with this when we spend all our time with our heads down in our phones these days (self included). One wonders what Postman would have had to say about Tik-Tok.
There is great stuff in here about the insidiousness of "invisible technology," for example standardized testing and our harmful desire to assign IQ scores when intelligence cannot be measured with a single score. Basing our decisions on polling data when this data can change dramatically based on the subtle wording of a question and a given poll taker’s mood, and thus forfeiting our sovereignty or outsourcing it to the crowd. How ruthless efficiency and skill building has risen to prominence over liberal arts education in the drive to create skilled workers who can add to the GDP, warping the true purpose of education. The inevitable advance, today led by neuroscience, to reduce humans to 0s and 1s.
Postman asks some deeply penetrating questions on how we can fight back against Technopoly, which include establishing an academic curriculum rooted in history, across all subjects, that offers a narrative of the ascent of man and why decisions were made and from where our current beliefs/practices/scientific advances/theories have derived. In short, an education that makes us think, not conform, and embrace humanity and the human ideal, not machines. Education is not a means to an end; rather being educated, broadly and richly, is the end goal.
These issues and solutions may sound a bit like cranky conservatism or “old man shouting at cloud” but I happen to agree with many of them. There is something in these narratives that speaks to me, I think anyone who can take a step back and observe will realize that progress is not always for the good, but for the good and bad, simultaneous. More to the point, technology changes the landscape, forever, and while we make gains we inevitably lose something in the translation, including our individual sovereignty. J.R.R Tolkien was acutely aware of this, as was Robert E. Howard (see his letters to H.P. Lovecraft).
I am aware of my own hypocrisy, writing these words on a blog on the internet, with immediate distribution. I am a beneficiary of technology. But I also shake my head at our mindless adoption of the latest shiny that comes along.
In summary I like this damned blog just fine, I don't need a Twitter following.
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
The problem with reviews
I get asked for book reviews, with some amount of frequency.
I don’t blame anyone for asking me, or asking others, to review their
book. Now that I’m an author I empathize with that sentiment, quite deeply. All
authors want and need readers, and reviewers. More than money, or at least on equal footing, writers
crave readers who enjoy their work. They seek validation that their work is
good, and connects with a reader on some emotional level. And most want others to write about their book.
But please know that when I get your email, it makes me wince,
and hurt a little inside, as reviews present many problems to the reviewer.
Here are a few:
They’re a huge time
commitment. Reviewing a book requires you to read the book (you better read
it; “reviewing” a book because you know the author is unethical), and read it
closer than you might if you were reading for pure enjoyment. Then comes the
writing. To write a review of any substance requires some degree of planning,
and thought, and care. You can certainly go the route of a four-five sentence capsule
of what you liked about a book, and there is a place for those, particularly on
Amazon. But I think careful reviewing is an art form. An honest review should do
more than breezily sketch the plot and end with “I highly recommend this book
to anyone who enjoys Robert E. Howard.” A good, earnest review should teach you
something new about the book, or the genre, and place the author in a community
of like authors. There should be some indication of the style and manner in
which the story is told. In short, a good review is itself an art form, and
takes time to craft properly.
Related to the above, reading
something new must always close other doors, possibly to something better. Years
ago I wrote a post for Black Gate on the problem of the glut
of fantasy in the market. An intractable problem facing new writers is the
weight of history, and the hundreds of thousands of authors that have gone
before them. In my middle age is it apparent that I will NEVER be able to read
all the books I want to. Right now I’m barely managing a book a week, which
puts me at 52 books a year. At age 48, I might have another 40 years of life in
me, if I’m lucky… that’s a little over 2,000 books, at best. A sobering
thought. My time is finite and I want to spend it well. Should I read a new
book by an unknown author, or should I read the Poul Anderson and Fritz Leiber
and Michael Moorcock titles I haven’t gotten to yet? Or re-read a beloved old
classic?
The moral quandary of
reviewing bad books, or books you don’t enjoy. What if you don’t like a book,
either one you’ve sought out, or one you’ve been asked to review? Do you write
the review, or say nothing? Do you write a (semi) dishonest review, focusing
perhaps on a few things you found OK, while leaving out your valid critiques? I
still think of this
brilliant review of Patrick Rothfuss’ The
Name of the Wind, a highly regarded book which I detested. Like a surgeon
Adam Roberts dissects his problems with that book, comparing it unfavorably with
The Children of Hurin, released at the
same time by the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. Roberts’ review is perhaps a little
arch in places but it’s not mean-spirited. I find it illuminating, with much to
teach us about the potent spell good fantasy can place on the reader, and the
importance of being taken out of the modern world. Some might object to this
line of criticism. If you have nothing good
to say, don’t say anything at all. I do believe there is a time and place
for that sentiment, but I also believe that good critique serves a valuable
function. The problem is that I don’t think most authors want to hear it. And I’m
not sure I want to write it, as I don’t like hurting anyone’s feelings.
...
Now that I’ve spent some considerable digital ink expressing
my deep reservations of the book review enterprise, believe it or not I do want to do more reviews of new works—as I am able. I want to support the
sword-and-sorcery community, and there are many worthy publications and authors
and titles that deserve the exposure and the commentary. I’ll mix them in as I
can.
Tuesday, March 30, 2021
Confess, Rob Halford (2020), a review
The Metal God tells all... |
So I was pleased to be able to buy and finally read lead
singer Rob Halford’s “tell all” Confess.
This highly anticipated autobiography came out in September 2020 and a couple of my
friends were like “you’re just reading that now?” But hey, what can I say, my
TBR pile is towering and ridiculous.
Straight off, if you’re a gay-hater, you’ll hate this book (and
you may also wish to engage in some self-introspection, there is no choice in
the matter for a man like Rob Halford, who simply knew he was gay from a very
young age). In places Rob went a bit overboard on his descriptions of his
various and often sordid sexual encounters. I couldn’t believe the lead singer
of such a hugely popular band had to resort to trolling in truck stops, for
example. So if you’re squeamish about these things or a prude you should probably
skip the book. But, these passages serve to underscore the double life Halford
was forced to lead, and the separate identities—bad ass metal god, sensitive closeted
gay man—he had to maintain and (attempt) to balance.
Not always well as it turned out.