Before I get started: IT’S JACK KIRBY’S BIRTHDAY! WOO!
OK, OK, I’m good…
So I’m re-reading The Sandman by Neil Gaiman. Or, I should say, I’m re-reading the first half. Having never finished it, I could hardly re-read the last bits, could I? Anyway, I just finished volume three, which is the collection that houses the hodgepodge one-shot stories between The Doll’s House and Season of Mists. It’s hard to say if this post qualifies as a “history” post or not. I haven’t yet done much really recent stuff. I’d have to go over the whole archive to be sure, but I think there’s nothing more recent than (the beginning of ) Sandman labeled as a “history” post. But this comic is significant in the development of fantasy as we know it, so let’s call it that and move on, yes?
I’ve been putting this off for a while now, but I figured it’s finally time to enjoy some writing about whiny albino dudes with evil sword demon things. If you still don’t know what I’m talking about, let’s discuss Michael Moorcock’s Elric of Melniboné.
Well, this is embarrassingly late. I’m very sorry. But here it is!
I don’t want to harp on about this (ha!), but I’m reading a book that has too much to say about too little, and it’s bothering me. Why do SF/F novels, in particular, feel like they have to provide details about stuff that is, and I use this word in its very real sense, literally unrelated in any way to anything happening in the book? I say this because I’ve seen it so much, and from writers who know better. Grar! Hulk smash puny worldbuilding exercise! Something like that, right? Well, what books are guilty of it in your experience?