2021 in the Books: SOULCATCHER and THE WEIRDSTONE OF BRISINGAMEN

 So, this year I’m going to try to do more with regard to writing in this space about the books I read. I’ve set a Goodreads challenge for myself of 52 books read, and as I write this, I’m ahead of schedule, with three books done. Huzzah! Here are capsule reviews of the first two.

::  Soulcatcher, by J.Q. Davis.

Davis is a contact of mine on Instagram, and an indie author whose work I decided to support by buying one of her books. This one is quite an effective thriller, involving a company which employs sales reps whose job is to sell people on the idea of literally selling their souls to the Devil. Our heroine, Frankie, is an alcoholic who is quite good at her job, no matter how creepy her boss is and how deeply she knows that her job is morally repugnant. All she has is her sister, but when that relationship is threatened, Frankie meets a literal angel who is intent on destroying the business of soul-selling forever and freeing Frankie from her own contract which binds her to Hell.

Soulcatcher, JQ Davis

This book is very dark, with a lot of adult content. I also found it a bit slow in the first act, because of a lot of infodumping. But once Davis has her stage set, the book becomes a lot more involving, with a lot of surprises along the way. I was pleased at several junctures to find that what I was sure was going to happen actually was not, and yet, the things that do happen in the book make total sense. I ended up enjoying this one a great deal, even though this kind of story tends to not be my cup of tea more often than not.

::  The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, by Alan Garner.

This YA fantasy novel dates from 1960, which makes it a pleasing throwback for me. Two young siblings, Colin and Susan, are living in England when they are attacked by strange creatures called the “svart alfar” while exploring their wilderness. They are rescued by a wizard who is tasked with overseeing and protecting the enchanted sleep of a small army of knights. Their is a particular item called the Weirdstone (also the Firefrost) that governs the magic behind the sleeping nights, and the Weirdstone has been lost. Now the forces of darkness are rallying to search for it, which leads to a desperate flight across the English countryside to hopeful safety.

The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner

Garner’s writing is dense in a way that a lot of contemporary YA is not, and it was actually a very refreshing read. I also liked his pacing: he takes his time. I do occasionally get frustrated with the idea that stories have to be all-motion, all-plot, all-the-time. This book opens slowly and gets more and more involving and faster paced as it goes, and by the time I got to the third act, I was turning the pages as quickly as I could. This is not a long novel, but Garner packs a lot into it. The book is pretty dense, and Garner’s mythology seems to be more a blend of various elements like Celtic and Norse myth, rather than reflecting specifics of each.

I did find that the book’s characterization isn’t the greatest; if you’re a reader who needs your characters to feel like “real people” with sharply-drawn personalities. I suspect that this is partly the style of the time; it didn’t bother me all that much, really, and the characterization actually improves as more supporting characters arrive on the scene.

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Winter at last?

 Except for a few days, winter here in Western New York has been a dingy affair thus far. I like snow, but we’ve had barely any at all. Mostly it’s just been one gray, damp, muddy day after another. Days like what we’ve had thus far tend to be what March and April are like in these parts. But last night we got snow, and more is on tap for tonight, so maybe we’ll finally have some actual winter, the way winter is supposed to look.

Here’s the view of my street when I left for work this morning. It really was quite lovely.

On the street where I live #wny #winter #snow

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On fandom, personal attachments, and the Buffalo Bills

 

Unless you live in a cave–and a particularly deep, nasty cave with trolls and snakes and giant spiders and whatnot–you probably have heard that in 2020, the Buffalo Bills finally returned to the ranks of the Indisputably Good Teams, after an 18-year stretch of almost unrelentingly bad teams that finally ended with a Pretty Good Team in 2019. This year, the team blossomed in full fire, scoring more points in one season than at any other point in team history. They finished 13-3, and they would have been 14-2 if they had managed to knock down a last-play Hail Mary pass against the Arizona Cardinals. They took the second seed in the AFC, and as I write this, tomorrow night (Saturday night), they play their second playoff game of the year, this time facing the Baltimore Ravens after defeating the Indianapolis Colts last Saturday. That game against the Colts was the Bills’ first playoff win since January 1996.

Longtime readers might remember that I used to be very staunch in my Bills fandom. This began in 1988, to be quite specific. Prior to that, as a kid I’d never been terribly interested in sports, even though my father enjoyed sports quite a lot. I’d root for the Steelers along with him, especially in 1978 and 1979, the final seasons of their 1970s NFL dominance, but once they declined and we moved a few times and both the Steelers and the Pirates went into the doldrums, I stopped caring much at all. Plus, there was probably a bit of the whole “teenage kid doesn’t want to be interested in the same things Dad likes” thing, though I think in my case that was more of getting really into stuff that I loved more than rebelling against stuff that he loved.

I also wasn’t about to get all that interested in football during the mid-80s, when the Buffalo Bills were utterly awful, going 2-14 two years in a row, and drafting a quarterback named Jim Kelly who hated the idea of coming to Buffalo so much that he opted to go play in the USFL instead for a few years, only finally relenting and accepting his Buffalo fate when the USFL folded and he realized that if he wanted to keep on living as a football player, his choices were either Canada or Buffalo. A funny thing happened then, though: the Bills got good, and in 1988, they got really good, and everybody in the region got really happy and excited. I found it hard to be around that and not join in, so that’s about when my football fandom blossomed. Plus it was then that I finally had to ask my father things like “What does ‘first down’ mean?” and “What’s the difference between a field goal and an extra point?” and stuff like that. Took me a while, but I got there. (Likewise, two years later the Pittsburgh Pirates would get good, so all this happened again, with baseball.)

Now, 1988 was the first half of my senior year in high school; in 1989 I went off to Iowa for college, and while it didn’t happen instantly, I did get homesick on occasion. That was when the Buffalo Bills being really good became a godsend: they were on teevee a lot then, because they were really good–four consecutive Super Bowl appearances good. And when they were on teevee, it felt like I was seeing a little bit of home, even if they were playing a road game. I didn’t get to see them on teevee all that much, because they weren’t local, obviously. But they were on a decent amount, and it meant a lot to me at the time, even if they would lose the Super Bowl ever single season.

The Bills stayed good (mostly) through the 1990s, all the way up to the 1999 team, which lost a playoff game on that knife-to-the-heart kickoff return against the Titans, and then they got bad and stayed bad for seventeen years. When I started blogging, though, I was still watching the Bills religiously, and I’d post extensive thoughts about how they played after each game, along with ruminations about how they might improve or…as it happened, not improve. Over time I got less and less interested in blogging about the Bills’ every game, and as the losing mounted, I got less and less interested in watching the Bills. There was a game in the 2009 season where the Bills hosted the Cleveland Browns, and in this game they managed to hold the Browns’ quarterback to just two completed passes. And yet they lost that game, 6-3. Later that same season, they had a game at Atlanta where, having completely fallen out of playoff contention, they decided to start some young quarterback they’d found from somewhere else, and the resulting game was one of the most boring games in football history, a reverse-routing that probably wasn’t even entertaining for Atlanta fans, even though their team beat the Bills 31-7 or something like that.

It was right around then that I started realizing that I wasn’t really enjoying watching the Bills very much, and I likewise started wondering if maybe I shouldn’t stop devoting three hours a week to watching something that didn’t make me happy at all. The next season I decided that I’d watch the games until I started finding them annoying, at which point I’d switch to watching movies or reading or writing. This point came sometime around, oh, week nine or ten of the season (a season is seventeen weeks, with sixteen games played and one week off for each team). The next couple of seasons my point of abandoning the team came earlier each year, until finally I decided to stop watching entirely. Initially I adopted a personal rule of not watching them until they were at least four games over .500, but the last couple of seasons they’ve actually hit that mark, and it turns out that I am so broken of my football-watching habit that I have quite simply stopped watching entirely.

Other fans used to mock this idea; some even called me a “fair weather fan”, as if there’s some kind of obligation involved with being a fan. I continue to resist this notion, as I find the idea that being a “fan” requires that one subject themselves willingly to something that doesn’t bring anyone happiness deeply odd. If watching your football team being bad is making you angry, why keep watching it? I never understood this, and I still don’t

Nowadays, I still root for the Buffalo Bills and I’m glad that they are doing well right now, with a future that as of right now looks very bright. It’s kind of like that 1988 season all over again: it’s hard not to be excited when so many people around me that I love a great deal are themselves really happy and excited about something, and there’s still a part of me that really does consider itself a “Bills fan”, so even as I’m not watching the games, I’m refreshing the box scores online and checking Twitter once in a while to see what’s going on. Am I back on the bandwagon? I have to admit that I am…a little. I still have a lot of problems with the NFL, things that started standing out like sore thumbs to me when I stopped feeling the need to attend upon the NFL’s product on a weekly basis out of fandom obligation. The NFL’s foot-dragging as the reality of repeated head injuries became clear was very disappointing, as was the reaction by some fans to this, along the lines of “So what? They signed contracts, let ’em get jobs if they don’t want to play football.” Wow, really?

I was also troubled by the NFL’s reliance on patriotic military fetishism as a major part of its marketing strategy, and by the collusion the teams engaged in blacklisting Colin Kaepernick; and I continue to be frustrated by cities using public funds to build palaces for football teams to play in, thus ensuring gigantic profits for their owners for years or decades to come, while those same cities plead poverty when it comes to schools, infrastructure improvements, the arts, or anything at all that’s not a shiny weapon for the police department. I doubt I’ll ever again be the football fan I was when I was in college and watching Jim Kelly, Thurman Thomas, Andre Reed, Bruce Smith, Darryl Talley, and all the rest of those guys on television. I haven’t watched a full football game in at least five years, but I’ll still root for the team and look at replays and read boxscores. And what of that? That’s how baseball fans had to follow their teams’ fortunes before they ever invented teevee, after all.

And it does help that the current Bills team is a pretty likeable batch of players, so for what it’s worth, from this occasional bandwagon fan who finds the NFL kind of creepy…Go Bills!

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“Common Ground”

 Of all the images from the failed coup the other day, there’s one that I can’t stop thinking about. I especially think about this image as I consider all the people who keep telling me that we need to “come together” and we need to find “common ground” and that both sides need to figure each other out if we’re to prosper as a nation.

That image is this one:

It’s just one of the rioters, right? Scampering through the House chamber. We’ve seen lots of images like this, and a whole lot of folks have tried passing all of this off as the adult version of the fantasy we all has as kids of getting free and unsupervised access to the school.

But…look closer.

That guy is holding a bunch of cable-tie handcuffs.

This is what law enforcement uses as hand restraints nowadays.

This guy showed up for the riot prepared to take prisoners.

And he wasn’t alone. Among the other images from that day that stick in my mind? One, which I’m not sharing here, is of a gallows that these people set up near the Capitol.

It doesn’t take the creative mind of a writer of space operas to imagine what might have transpired if these people had managed to corner a member of Congress someplace. It doesn’t take a major feat of imagination to think of what might have happened if they’d managed to get hold of, say, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez. Or Ilhan Omar. Or Nancy Pelosi, or Bernie Sanders, or Adam Schiff. Or, believe it or not, Vice President Pence, whom many of those rioters now view as a traitor for his failure to wave whatever magic wand they think he has to stop Congress from recognizing the Electoral College’s election of Joe Biden as President.

These people stormed the United States Capitol and at least some of them were thinking in terms of violence: capturing lawmakers, and maybe killing them.

There is no common ground to be found here. There is no basis on which they and I can unify so we can work together to build a better nation. These people don’t want a better nation. All they want is their nation, and they literally do not care how much of a shithole their nation is, so long as it’s theirs. Well, they are not welcome in my nation…or in the nation belonging to many, many millions of us.

To hell with “common ground”, and to hell with anyone who showed up in Washington to riot, and to anyone who stayed home to sympathize with them.

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“We are who we were.”

 Longtime readers know that one of my main ways of processing the world is through movies and teevee shows I’ve seen, and books I’ve read. I often find in the creative works of others a prism through which I can crystalize my own thinking on the issues of the day.

Today’s attempted coup* in Washington is no exception.

I found myself thinking about the great John Quincy Adams speech that comes at the end of the movie Amistad. If you haven’t seen the film, it involves a major court case that arose from a property dispute where the property was human lives. The captives aboard a slave ship somehow get control of the ship, but they are soon captured by another vessel, and what ensues is the legal fight for freedom. The legal case, being a bellwether for slavery and property concerns as America is heading toward the Civil War, ends up before the Supreme Court, and one of the lawyers working the case is John Quincy Adams, current member of the House of Representatives and former President of the United States.

It’s quite a movie speech (historically, it’s not terribly accurate, but so what?), and it ends with this remarkable passage after JQ Adams (played by Sir Anthony Hopkins six years after he played Hannibal Lecter, and you can see nothing of the previous performance in this one) has described how in the African tribe to which the man Adams represents belongs, in times of deep difficulty they invoke their ancestors, thinking them as great a force in their lives now as when they were alive.

James Madison; Alexander Hamilton; Benjamin Franklin; Thomas Jefferson; George Washington; John Adams: We’ve long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so we might acknowledge that our individuality which we so, so revere is not entirely our own. Perhaps we’ve feared an — an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But we’ve come to understand, finally, that this is not so.

We understand now. We’ve been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding, that who we are — is who we were.

It’s that one quote there that gets me: “Who we are is who we were.” We don’t escape history. Nothing happens without precedent, without its first principles being established years, decades, even centuries past. The road we walk is the one our ancestors paved, for good or ill. It’s a road that leads to amazing things: a nation that helped defeat Fascism on opposite sides of the globe, and a nation that built itself on the stolen labor of some and the stolen land of others. We’re a nation that visited the Moon and questions if we did. We’re a nation that elected a black man President, and then turned around and enabled a four-year tantrum by people who hate that this ever happened.

“Who we are is who we were.” We were racists and white supremacists and violent conquerors of people who lived here before us. We weren’t just those things, but we were those things…and who we are is who we were.

But we were also something else. At least, I hope we were.

In the movie, JQ Adams continues, closing his speech:

We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, our-selves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war, then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.

I suppose now we’d have to rephrase that: Let it come, and when it does, may it be the last battle of the American Civil War.

(You can read the entire JQ Adams speech from Amistad here, and there’s a clip of the whole thing, so you can watch Hopkins deliver one of the best movie speeches in history.)

* Yes, it was an attempted coup. I will entertain no counterargument on this.

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My Letter to Chris

 Tonight I did something I haven’t done in quite a while. I e-mailed my Representative in Congress.

Unfortunately, I happen to live in a district that is currently as reliably crimson as any small town in Alabama, and my current Representative, Chris Jacobs, has thus far in his short career (he was only first elected in a special election last summer) proven to be a pandering empty suit, but today he managed to irritate even me by being not just a rubber stamp for the right wing, but a gutless one. He announced today his intention to join the chorus of Congressfolk who are “objecting” to the Congressional certification of the Electoral College results. Today. On the very day those results were to be certified, and on a day when he knew that there would almost certainly be violence.

Chris Jacobs took a cowardly stance because he knew that his base would demand it, and he took that stance when he knew the light would shine dimly on him if if shone on him at all.

Here’s a rough paraphrase of what I wrote, since I didn’t think to copy-and-paste it until after it was sent (via an email form on his web page):

As a liberal Democrat in your district, I have had no illusions that you would represent my beliefs or values in Washington much at all, but even so I was surprised to learn how cowardly you are in your service to those constituents you do claim to represent. I see that you have waited until the very last possible moment to announce that you, too, will object to the certification of the Electoral College’s ultimate election of Joseph R. Biden as the next President of the United States.

I am sure that you know, as well as I do, that not a single shred of proof or actionable evidence of any voter fraud at all, much less a sufficient degree of it to swing an entire American Presidential election, has been advanced in any court in this country. I am sure that you know that this notion is simply delusional, and I am sure that you know that your endorsement of it is nothing but cowardly pandering to your base. What was surprising in your cowardice is that you waited until today, on the day the votes were to be counted in Congress, and on a day when you surely knew that many thousands of the current President’s supporters would be in Washington to “protest”, to make your announcement. You waited until you knew the light would not be on you, and then you stepped up to bravely say, “Me too.”

Again, I know that there is zero chance of you advocating in Congress for MY values, but know that I will work tirelessly at home to oppose YOURS. While this district is currently as red as it gets, there is no law of nature requiring it to remain that way forevermore, and whatever the future holds, this moment will pass and you’re young enough that you’ll likely live to see at least some of history’s judgment of you and those with whom you have made common cause. Your grandchildren will know what kind of man you were, and people like me will work hard to make sure that they know.

Sincerely,

and so on and so forth.

Maybe this was intemperate? I don’t know. But I do know that what’s happening now is not tenable, and that this country cannot long survive so much of its population being off its collective rocker. And it likely cannot survive so many of its elected officials being in thrall to such pure craven irrationality.

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What to do with Wodka!

Hmmm. Cranberry wodka. What to do with wodka! #yum #vodka #candyisdandybutliquorisquicker

 For Christmas, a good friend gave me a bottle of cranberry vodka. This confused me, because my experiments with mixology have to date made very little use of vodka, which is not my favorite spirit, in all honesty. I’ve only even bought one bottle of vodka in my life! It’s a 375ml bottle of Smirnoff which I have had in the cupboard for several years. I only bought it because I wanted to taste a Vesper in the actual recipe invented by Mr. Bond (though in reality, you can’t even taste that anymore, because Kina Lillet no longer exists, but that’s a rabbit hole for another time).

This Cranberry vodka is quite lovely, though! Cranberry is a favorite flavor of mine, and this stuff tastes strongly of it. While I’m not about to drink this vodka straight, I will use it in the occasional mixed drink, because it is tasty. I may feel the need to look into other flavors; the brand is Deep Eddy, a distillery from Austin, TX.

For example!

Wait! I know what to do with the cranberry wodka! (And my pinkie is well out of the way, the angle makes it look like I'm about to do bodily damage) #yum #mixology #candyisdandybutliquorisquicker

I mixed in my new Boston shaker cup the following:

Ice

1oz Cranberry vodka

1oz Orange liqueur

Juice of one lime

All this I shook up, and then strained into a glass with ice; then I topped off the glass with club soda and gave the whole kaboodle a stir. Here’s what all that looks like (videos have sound, beware!):

Mixing drinks!

Mixing drinks!

And, here’s the result!

My cranberry orange spritzer. Tasty and satisfying! See my IG stories on how to make it. #yum #mixology #vodka #CandyIsDandyButLiquorIsQuicker

I found this a delightfully sour and fizzy drink! It actually wasn’t that fizzy at all, since by the time I went to top it off with club soda, there was only room for about two ounces of it.

Oh, by the way! The Wife gave me a new bartending set for Christmas, after she noticed that my existing cocktail shakers were starting to get a bit worn out and dingy. I’ll make many a fine drink with this set (though I’ll need to grab another shaker, because one shaker is a bummer when I’m making drinks for two).

The Wife gifted me this Pampered Chef bartending set. Time to up my cocktail game! #yum #mixology #CandyIsDandyButLiquorIsQuicker

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An ANNOUNCEMENT!!!

 I could stretch all of this out, but instead: On January 21, I shall relaunch THE SONG OF FORGOTTEN STARS, by re-issuing the first three books in revised editions with new covers, and by releasing Book Four, THE SAVIOR WORLDS!!!

So, what’s involved in the revised editions? Glad you asked! Here’s the rundown:

::  Nothing has changed in the body of the texts. This is not a George Lucas type of “Special Edition” wherein I change that one scene so Princess Tariana does not shoot first.

::  I’ve made some different choices with typefaces within the books themselves. Stardancer‘s first edition wasn’t in the same typeface as The Wisdomfold Path or Amongst the Stars, which has bugged me for a while. Also I changed chapter heading fonts and tweaked the opening words of each chapter, employing an “Art Deco” kind of font that I think pays small tribute to the old-school sci-fi adventure tales that are a part of the inspiration for this series.

::  Each book will now have a Dramatis personae inside, which I always find helpful in novels, and after Stardancer, each book contains a summation of the entire story to that point.

::  The covers are revised to have more visual “pop”. On the original covers, the choice of fonts and colors led to the titles and my author credit not really leaping off the paper, so I’ve redone that. I have retained the original art I commissioned, though! I shifted them down slightly to make more room for title copy.

Here’s how the books look now!

Title page:

Revised editions 1: New title pages! Note the "deco" font, replacing an old script font. Suggests what these books are: old school space opera! #amwriting #writersofinstagram #WritingCommunity #sciencefiction #spaceopera #forgottenstars

Chapter beginning (from Amongst the Stars):

Revised editions 3: Starting with Book 3 (AMONGST THE STARS), chapters aren't numbered but identified by POV character. #amwriting #writersofinstagram #WritingCommunity #sciencefiction #spaceopera #forgottenstars

Dramatis personae (from Stardancer):

Revised editions 4: Now each book has a 'Dramatis Personae'! #amwriting #writersofinstagram #WritingCommunity #sciencefiction #spaceopera #forgottenstars

And, all four new covers!

STARDANCER full cover

THE WISDOMFOLD PATH full cover

AMONGST THE STARS full cover

THE SAVIOR WORLDS full cover

More to come, but set the calendars for January 21!

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