Narmer And the God Beast Cover Reveal!

As I alluded to in my July Newsletter, I have worked up a short story in my ‘Egypt and Dinosaurs’ setting. It is called Narmer and the God Beast. As I so eloquently put it then:

“I even paid for a cover and everything . . . “

https://alligatorsandaneurysms.wordpress.com/2021/07/02/july-newsletter-new-fiction-master-of-secrets/

Well, that cover is here. It was created by illustrator Lee Eschliman who is absolutely fantastic. You can take a look at his other work on instagram. Lee’s artwork has been in my life since I can remember. One of his logos graced the deck of my very first skateboard (if you can believe I used to skate) and he’s influenced several of my hobbies overs the years. I was absolutely ecstatic that he was willing to craft the cover for my story. It turned out simply amazing.

Anywho, without further ado, here’s the cover for Narmer and the God Beast (and the back cover blurb to pique your interest):

Had I anything in my heart but hate for my brother and pity for myself . . .

I may have suspected I was about to meet a god.”

Broken and bleeding into the cool Nile waters – shattered by his brother’s cruelty – young Narmer pays the crocodile no heed as it enters the stream. Let it come.

But the hunter swims on, and only then does Narmer know its aim, the defenseless god-beast drinking and playing up-river.

Dinosaurs will again roam the desert sands, uniting the disparate Two Lands into one great Egypt, if Narmer can drive off the crocodile, if he can endure his brother’s malice.

If he can save this sacred creature and be saved by it . . .


So, there you have it. Narmer and the God Beast is officially announced. The launch on Amazon will take place on October 4th, but you can also preorder it now. I’m going to be doing a series of posts this month about my influences for the story and how it came together so stay tuned for those. Some stories and teasers in this world have already been posted on this blog so look for them on my fiction page.

And finally, you can just follow my progress on things and get quarterly updates and new fiction by subscribing to my newsletter at https://jdweber.news/EgyptAndDinos. For signing up, I’ll send you a copy of the first story I every wrote about a warlock doctor.

See you next time!

*Update 9/14 – I’ve begun posting some of the “influence” posts I mentioned before. Here’s what I’ve completed so far:

Superhero Scadrial? ‘The Lost Metal’ Is Good But Hard to Pin Down.

Well we’ve made it. The end of an era. Specifically, the end of the 2nd era of Mistborn novels by Brandon Sanderson.

We’ve followed Waxillium Ladrian, Wayne (lolz Wayne doesn’t have a last name), and Marasi Colms through three previous adventures, each of which has tested our heroes not only against the worst criminals, conspirators, and evil gods in the Cosmere, but also against the conventions, tropes and themes of several different genres of Fantasy as well.

In Alloy of Law, we had the perfect alloy of a rough(s) and tumble(weed) Western mixed with Sanderson’s typical Fantasy stylings. Shadows of the Self focused on the city, and the inner depths of character, like noir but with fantasy elements. And The Bands of Mourning took on the deconstruction of Action-Adventure, with perhaps somewhat mixed results.

What is left then for The Lost Metal?

Honestly it’s pretty hard to pin down. The comparison which stands out to me the most is actually like a kind of “team up” style Superhero Film. Like the 2012 Avengers movie, in which a group of characters must work together to solve a really big problem.

This is most obvious in the Marasi chapters as she literally teams up with an Avengers-like organization, partnering with (primarily) two other heroes from other places within the Cosmere to keep an evil army from another planet from coming to Scadrial (Wow that is actually JUST like The Avengers lol).

But there is enough going on (perhaps too much going on) in The Last Metal that a one-to-one genre comparison is difficult, and perhaps not really useful anyway, because this book does not seem to be doing the same kind of deconstructive work that we’ve seen in previous Era 2 titles. It does not focus on trope subversion (it seems to play all the aforementioned super-hero stylings pretty straight) and seems to generally be trying to do its own thing.

While I felt this was somewhat a shame — part of my enjoyment of the previous books was exactly that kind of genre spoofing — ultimately I still enjoyed the book because of how it progressed the overarching Cosmere narrative, which (without spoilers) was basically to blow the whole thing wide open.

If you’re even a little bit of a Cosmere junkie, this book will be like crack cocaine for you. There are so many little details dropped so casually that my head was pretty much spinning the entire time trying to process it all. Did I know this bit of info before? Should I have seen this coming? Where does this fit in?

These were the questions going through my mind at almost every point within the novel, but especially during the aforementioned Marasi chapters. Like woah.

If these are not the parts of the story you enjoy, or if this is somehow your first Cosmere book (weird flex starting on the fourth book of a series but ok), then it’s hard to say what your experience will be. I’ll admit that even I had to eventually just let these details go by as there was too much to fully investigate or consider. And once I kinda stopped paying attention to the all the Cosmere connections, I still feel the story was serviceable if somewhat crowded.

Finally, I felt myself getting a bit sad, and almost grieving a little while reading this one, as it is presumably the last Wax and Wayne book we’ll read. And with that realization, came the realization that there was still so much I had hoped to see and explore before these stories were through.

For instance . . . the entire Malwish (southern?) territories. Perhaps they will get their own spin off in like a Dawnshard/Edgedancer type novel or novella, but so far as I know, this has yet to be announced. Sigh . . .

Give This One A Read?

Yep! If you’ve been trying to “keep up with the Cosmere” I think it’s virtually a must. If you’re just looking for a good send off of these beloved characters, I’d say The Lost Metal is a satisfying read on this front as well.

If you’re hoping for the same kind of nuanced commentary and genre deconstruction present in previous outings of the series, you may be somewhat disappointed as I didn’t feel this book continued that approach, but ultimately I did feel that it was an enjoyable read overall.

That’s all I have for this week. Has anyone read this one yet? What were your thoughts? Were there any lingering questions you wanted answered? Any places you wished you could have seen? Let me know in the comments. I’m looking forward to talking about this one!

Until next time!

Skip the Hype: Douglas Preston’s ‘Extinction’ Fails to Deliver

Generally, I hate posting about a book I didn’t like on this blog. Celebrate the things you love, and don’t bother with the things you don’t.

However, Extinction by Douglas Preston was sent to me through Netgalley with the assumption that I would post an honest review, and so I feel a bit compelled to go against the above advice. I read somewhere that they keep track of whether or not you’re actually reviewing the books you get, and not doing so may hurt your chances of getting something later. I’m not sure whether that is true or not, but I figure why risk it.

Anyway, a bit about this book and why it didn’t really do it for me.

Namely, this book felt SLOW. Generally, I’m a big fan of precision and attention detail. A well researched book is a well written book. However, there’s a balance here that is potentially difficult to achieve, and I think the crucial element to getting that balance ‘right’ actually has less to do with how much detail an author provides, and more to do with what the audience expects those details are about.

I’m going to just get this comparison out of the way early since it will doubtless come up, but in a book like Jurassic Park, we patiently read (and if you’re me enjoy) a veritable ton of information about DNA, how genes work, and how de-extinction could work, but we do so because we’ve been promised DINOSAURS WILL EXIST (!!) and wow what an amazing and awe inspiring thing that is.

If you’re hoping that Extinction will provide something of an update (after all JP is over 30 years old) to that science, you’ll be severely disappointed as very little time is devoted to it. Most of the exposition in Extinction seems to be focused more on police procedure and depicting a ‘realistic’ investigation.

As such, there are long stretches of this book which felt like they had little or nothing to do with de-extinction at all, and could have taken place anywhere, and been about any random crime. It seems to me, that the hook for this title was its connection to prehistoric life, and while this connection does take on more prominence with a twist towards the end of the book, Extinction expects its reader to work through about 75% of the story before getting to this point.

Something else which stood out to me, was the book’s orientation towards its characters. In general, I felt like the book spent more time setting up characters we don’t like to fail, rather than building up characters we do like to triumph. This is my first Douglas Preston book, and in general I’ve read very few thrillers, so I’m not yet certain whether this is a convention of the author or the genre, but it didn’t quite land for me. I like to see a ‘bad’ character get their ‘just desserts’ (lolz) as much as the next person, but here it felt a bit one-note.

In the afterword, Preston writes: “My novel Extinction is a way for me to say to readers: welcome to the Island of Dr. Moreau.” In some ways this is a good comparison and one of the areas in which I felt the book succeeded was in presenting some argument surrounding the ethics of de-extinction.

One character in particular, chief scientist Marius Karman, actually suggests that we have a moral imperative to resurrect species which we had a hand in the extinction of. I’ve seen this argument around in other places, but I think this is the first time I’ve seen it come up in a work of fiction.

On the surface, this argument seems reasonable, but I think the novel is able to show that this kind of thinking doesn’t work wholesale, and isn’t a good idea for every species.

So Should I Read This One or Not?

Ultimately, I’d say it’s ok to miss this one. The best comparison I have for the experience of reading this book would be like watching a show like NCIS. While the story is kind of sandwiched between a unique (ish) premise, and a action-packed finale, most of this book felt like boilerplate police procedural, unengaged with the very premise which hooked readers in the first place.

Where the book succeeds, is perhaps in updating some of the moral argument around genetic engineering, though there is only slight reference to the state of the science behind such issues.

That’s all I have for this week. What are your thoughts? Am I missing something big here? Please leave your thoughts in the comments!

Should ‘How to Raise a Kraken In Your Bathtub’ Win a Hugo?

“Le Poulpe Colossal” by malacologist Pierre Dénys de Montfort, 1801

Well it’s Hugo Season again (and has been for a little while), which means I ought to start adding a few more reviews to the List of Hugo Nominees I’ve Reviewed. I’ll admit that after ANOTHER scandal with the Chengdu awards last year in 2023, my interest and enthusiasm for the awards have greatly diminished.

However, my love and adoration of all stories written by P. Djeli Clark has not, so I figured I’d at least check out his nomination. Starter Villain by John Scalzi, and The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty are both excellent and I’d already reviewed them on this blog independent of any Hugo nominations, so please check out those reviews if you’d like.

I’ll likely post a few more ‘hugo’ related reviews before August (I apparently post about video games now, and just so happen to be most the way through Chants of Sennaar), but my approach will definitely be a lot more relaxed than in years past.

Pointless housekeeping aside, let’s dive into this little gem shall we?

In last week’s review of Fonda Lee’s Untethered Sky, I observed that it’s easy to allow a story’s page length to bias our interpretation of it (and our description later on when reviewing). We can’t help but try to make it sound fun, or playful, even when its tone is more serious and nuanced. We enjoyed it, but saying “This piece destroyed me, but in a good way.” seems somewhat incongruous.

We don’t have to worry about this at all with How to Raise a Kraken in Your Bathtub. It is legit ‘a romp’.

Does it have serious commentary about ambition, colonialism, racism and (somewhat) classism? Yes. It is also about raising a baby Kraken.

You don’t need to read about it on the the author’s blog to sense a kind of giddiness about the story. It’s a goofy idea, and yet it’s also a significant one.

Some mechanics of the story were also interesting to me, whether it’s because I’m a writer, or for some other reason I’m not sure, but I couldn’t help but think that the choice of the main character was interesting.

Trevor Hemley is a pretty unlikable dude (the author also notes the risk of this on his blog). He’s self-centered, smug, and racist. Yet his eyes are the ones through which we see the story, and I would argue that it is essential to this story that this is true. On a practical level, we need his POV because Trevor’s ambitions and projects need to be kept secret in order to succeed and we could not be privy to them through another point of view, but more philosophically, this positioning means that all of the things we hate about him — which in many respects are the theme of the story — are reinforced by the story’s ending.

For (a somewhat random) example, consider A Christmas Story. As adults we know that those little puzzles on the back of cereal boxes (or hot chocolate) are BS, but the main character has yet to realize it. His reaction to this loss of innocence is hilarious, but also meaningful because it’s reaffirmed our own beliefs by the end of the scene.

Somewhat less analytical: this scene from A Christmas Story was in the back of my mind pretty much the whole time I was reading this. I was just waiting for some reveal to which Trevor would respond “Son of a B@ch!”. This was it’s own kind of fun.

Anyway, this post is starting to feel a bit long, so I’ll just mention one small criticism before wrapping up. The opening scene (in the bar) felt a bit needless to me, and I wondered if the story should have started with the delivery of the kraken egg to Trevor’s house. As it stands, the opening serves as this sort of weird overture which does express the themes of the story and introduces us to our characters, but I didn’t really feel engaged in the story until the kraken egg arrives. Perhaps this is just personal preference.

But Should it Win a Hugo?

Ultimately, hard to say. It is an excellent story, and a genuine joy to read but I haven’t yet read any of the other stories on the ballot yet. My feeling is that something with a slightly less comedic tone will take the award, but I also feel that post-pandemic, stories with this kind of absurdity are a bit more desirable.

I would certainly be happy if this story won, but only time will tell.

That’s all I have for this week. What are your thoughts? Would you try to raise a kraken in your bathtub? Which nominee do you think will win the Hugo? Let me know in the comments. I’m excited to talk more about this one!

See you next time.

A Short But Powerful Read: A Review of Fonda Lee’s Untethered Sky

It can be easy, I think, to get cute when reviewing novellas. Even having read some fairly heavy/profound stories in that form (looking at you The Deep), the shorter page count always pulls me towards trivialization instead of, perhaps, proper consideration.

Romp, lark, gambol (why have I never described a book as a gambol!). A tasty morsel. A delicious snack. These are the ways it feels appropriate to describe something small — that we are enthusiastic about — even when the only thing small about something is the form.

It would be a mistake to apply any of these terms to Untethered Sky. Lee’s Green Bone Saga may have a more sprawling scope, but this dive into the perils of obsession and their consequences for relationships, is no less affective on the reader.

Though it was perhaps more muted than some of her other works, I still finished reading this one with a feeling of: Ooof.

Don’t be mistaken, it’s not my intent to drive readers away by pointing out the shades of grimdark in Ester’s (the MC’s) journey. In fact it’s just the opposite. If you’re looking for a nuanced, highly evocative story, you could do much worse than Untethered Sky.

Tight prose, worldbuilding and family drama is the currency of the realm in most stories by Fonda Lee (see Jade City and Jade War specifically), and while Untethered Sky does trade in this currency, I was excited to see other elements of story telling taking prominence.

Perhaps the most noticeable difference between this work and previous stories lies with the actual prose used to tell Ester and Zahra’s tale. I stopped many times while reading to appreciate the poetry of a line, or the sense of wonder derived from a description. Considering much of the action takes place in open grassy fields or cramped but relatively featureless wooded environs, I was quite often impressed with the author’s ability to make these seemingly blank spaces interesting and even beautiful.

We’re meant to believe that Ester considers her Roc the most beautiful and terrifying creature that exists, and while we are sometimes told this straight out, more often we are left to derive it from the language and awe with which the creatures are described. To me, there was no doubt, and that assurance rests in the thoughtful and often lyrical prose through which the birds are described.

However, I would say that even with this lyrical — almost fairytale-like — use of language, Untethered Sky still feels very grounded in ‘the real’ as compared to stories like Shannon Chakraborty’s Daevabad Series with which it shares the use of monsters like Rocs and Manticores from Arabian and Persian folklore.

I attribute this mostly to (I believe) the complete lack of magic within the story. Gods and religion are referenced briefly but even the evil manticores are shown to be living, breathing, flesh and blood animals.

Another aspect of the story which I felt showed a kind of evolution from one work to the next was the way in which relationships are handled within Untethered Sky. In the Green Bone Saga, the thrust of the story was clearly centered around loyalty to family, responsibility for past history, and the bonds that are formed or broken through shared trauma.

In Untethered Sky relationships are again paramount to the meaning of the story, however they emphasize completely different aspects of the theme. Ester’s family are either (small spoiler) dead or estranged, and her only real family are the other Rukhers living within the same camp who all prioritize their dedication to their craft above friendship, love, or intimacy. Bonds are found more than forged, and they’re found somewhat accidentally it seems.

Of course there is the bond between Rukher and Roc, which caries the primary weight of argument throughout the story. I will not delve too deeply into the ways in which this bond is pressured as I do not want to spoil too much about the story, but I will say that its use felt different than the stories I’ve read from this author in the past, and while it caused me all sorts of feelings, ultimately I was here for it.

The last thing I’ll mention was not really something I caught on my own, but something I found interesting while reading other reviews of the book, and trying to gather my thoughts about this novella. Emily over at EmilyRandolphEpstein.com wrote in her Book Recommendation: Untethered Sky by Fonda Lee post that she felt many of the characters within this story had autistic traits which were able to “. . . thrive within the very regimented lifestyle required of the Royal Mews.” and that “. . . none of these potentially autistic-coded characters came across as a stereotype.”

Something similar was noted a little while ago in The Mimicking of Known Successes. Perhaps there are already heaps of stories which feature this kind of representation and I’m only now noticing, or perhaps its a trend we’re beginning to discover. Either way, it seemed a thing worth noting for any seeking out that kind of representation in the stories they’re reading and just generally another positive thing in an already fantastic novella.

Give This One A Read?

Absolutely! Though it’s not necessarily a easy read, there is a great deal to discover within its relatively few pages. As it fits into the cannon of Fonda Lee’s other works, I would say Untethered Sky was a welcome departure from previous modes, and an interesting evolution of the skills and craft we’ve come to expect from this author.

That’s all I have for this week! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’m excited to talk about this one!

With Arm of the Sphinx, the ‘Books of Babel’ Is Quickly Becoming a New Favorite Series

I think we’re reaching Green Bone or Deavabad levels of excitement with this Books of Babel series.

Back in February, I was pretty much gushing about Bancroft’s character work in Senlin Ascends. For Arm of the Sphinx, its the twists. Of course its hard to write about this without giving the game away (which I won’t do), but let’s just say that this book is easily living up to my favorite mantra in Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere novels:

“There’s always another secret.”

It seems like even small things are not what they seem, and Bancroft really leverages dramatic irony — when the audience knows more than the character — to great effect. I’m also quite astounded by the thought and planning it must have taken to weave these threads together. Things in Arm of the Sphinx are often unexpected, but never outright contradictory to what we know from book 1 and so it seems he must have had many of these ideas at least in mind if not fully fleshed out when writing that first book.

It has me wondering, and somewhat nervous (in a good way), what groundwork has been laid (that I missed), which will take me by surprise in book 3.

I don’t think it’s too much of a spoiler to say that we finally meet the enigmatic Sphinx in this book (they’re right there in the title lol). What a bizarre, eccentric and weirdly sinister character. Despite Senlin and friends flying around in an airship for about the first half of the story (I was actually a little worried this book would just be pirating and we wouldn’t explore any more of the tower at all), I felt that it was the time we spent with the Sphinx in which the book fully embraced its potential as a piece of Steampunk fantasy.

What strange and evocative technological marvels we get to experience, many of which should feel like old news in our modern times, but Bancroft really manages to inject a new sense of awe into them.

During the first levels of our ascent through the ringdoms of the tower (meaning while I was reading Senlin Ascends) I felt the only major weakness of the story was the book’s depiction of women. Senlin’s wife Marya is basically a MacGuffin, and Iren and Edith read a bit like male heroes in dresses (although I guess Iren doesn’t actually ever wear a dress). I finished book one hoping for a Marya POV chapter somewhere in the future, which I felt would give the story some complexity if not some much needed diversity.

In Arm of the Sphinx I’m slightly disappointed we still never got to see the tower through Marya’s eyes, but I’m happy to report that our other leading women take on more nuance and complexity through the course of this second book. In fact, Senlin isn’t even around in one chunk of the book, which just gives Edith and Iren more time to shine.

We also have Voleta taking on a more prominent roll. In my humble opinion, results here are mixed. I think she’s supposed to be around eighteen but read much younger to me. On the surface, this may not have been a problem if there was some backstory reason for her stunted maturity, which given the general anything-can-and-does-happen vibe of The Tower could have probably been pretty easy to explain away.

However, the Voleta we see in book one was essentially a prisoner in a brothel. Though her brother Adam tries to shield her as much as possible, I felt a large part of the dynamic there is that he’s mostly absent and ineffectual. As such, I would have expected Voleta to be more mature/jaded, and less childlike. Her devil-may-care disposition towards authority and personal safety (she should really be more freaked out by spiders) would still fit, but perhaps fit just a little better.

Despite the complaints above, I still managed to love and enjoy so many, many parts of this book. I’ll begin winding this love letter down with a passage which stuck out to me towards the end of the book. It reads:

“The tradition among libraries of boasting about the number of volumes in their collection is well established, but surely, it is not aggregation that makes a library; it is dissemination. Perhaps libraries should bang on about how many volumes are on loan, are presently off crowding nightstands, and circulating through piles on the mantel, and weighing down purses. Yes, it is somewhat vexing to thread through the stacks of a library, only to discover an absence rather than the sought after volume, but once the ire subsides, doesn’t one feel a sense of community? The gaps in a library are like footprints in the sand: They show where others have gone before; they assure us we are not alone.

I think we just need to hire Bancroft for the Library’s marketing team. Which library? All of them. Just in general.

Obviously given my background, this insight was much enjoyed and highly relevant to me personally, but I bring it up in this post to do more than just prattle on and feel seen. I included it as an example of the level of quality and care that Bancroft brings to every scene within Arm of the Sphinx. I’m sure there are a hundred other pieces of wisdom hidden within its pages which I do not have time to hunt down and record, but it feels like enough to know they are there.

Give This One A Read?

Please yes. The Books of Babbel is quickly joining the ranks of stories like the Greenbone Saga, Deavabad books, and Cosmere novels as all-time favorites. And Arm of the Sphinx only strengthens that positioning. With twist after twist (on things large and small), Bancroft continues to ratchet up my excitement about these novels.

Though we still never saw a point of view from Marya, I felt like we made great strides in fixing some of my issues with Senlin Ascends in regards to “writing women”, and while Voleta’s character seemed a bit off to me, it was not enough to detract from the things I enjoyed about the story, which were its sense of awe and (particularly Steampunk) brand of wonder, as well as Bancroft’s unique insight into a plethora of topics like art and libraries.

That’s all I have for this week. Has anyone been climbing this tower along side me? What are your thoughts so far? How stoked are you for The Hod King? And what has been your favorite part of this series to date?

Leave your answers in the comments. I’m excited to talk about this one!

The Art of Making Games, the Business of Breaking People: A Review of ‘Press Reset’

Wow, I can’t believe six months have already passed since I reviewed Blood Sweat and Pixels. I was fascinated to look behind the curtain of game development and hear some of the triumphs and horror stories behind famous games, some of which I had played, but many of which I knew only by reputation (or not at all).

Press Reset felt like a kind of sequel to Blood Sweat and Pixels, in which Schreier picks another problem with the gaming industry and then grinds away at it with unique insight and skill.

In BS&P, the issue at hand was “crunch”, or the systematic overwork (exploitation?) of employees so that development companies can meet rigid deadlines, and make large profits. In Press Reset, we’re focused more on the volatility of the sector and how its common for large companies to shutter studios — sometimes laying off hundreds of people at once — at the drop of a hat.

There were many unbelievable stories within this book, but the standout for me was about Curt Schilling, 38 Studios and the supposed “WoW Killer”, Project Copernicus. Press Reset is worth reading just for this story alone. I don’t want to go too in-depth here, the saga is detailed in much better fashion within the book, but essentially a baseball player (Curt Schilling) founded a video game company in order to build an MMORPG. Only Schilling had never run a video game company before. He bought all the best stuff to attract the best talent, took a $75 million loan from the state of Rhode Island to pay for it all, and then eventually had to file for bankruptcy when the company failed to produce the game.

There is a lot more drama surrounding this outlined in the book but I think the moment which hit hardest for me was when folks started realizing their paychecks weren’t getting deposited. Many had completely uprooted their life, moved to Rhode Island and bought new houses assuming they’d be able to pay for them, and were consequently left in the lurch. Many were screwed twice, as they weren’t able to sell their house in Boston (or wherever they were from), and were responsible for two mortgages and weren’t getting paid.

From experience, one mortgage is already too much. If I’d lost my job randomly (management pretended everything was fine until they couldn’t afford to keep the lights on) and had TWO mortgages . . . I’m having a stroke just thinking about it.

And even worse, the game actually looks pretty fun and probably would have done well!

There’s a lot in this story that is ultimately the fault of bad actors involved, but it also gives insight into larger problems within the video game industry. Foremost amongst those problems seems to be the disconnect between the people actually making the games, who consider their work a form of art, and the bosses running the show who see little more than numbers on a spreadsheet and are happy to throw away years of work on a whim to bump their stock price for a quarter, or in the case of 38 studios, a politician willing to burn an entire company so he looks slightly better against his opponent.

Eventually, Schreier examines some alternatives to the way things are now, with what I would call a mostly unbiased view. Obviously he has an agenda for the book (otherwise it’s just news), but I thought the author did a decent job presenting alternative arguments. Some organizations are attempting to unionize, and we see the reasoning why this might be good, but also are made to understand that it will not solve all the issues.

We’re introduced to some alternate workflows in which specialized companies provide specialized services, say combat mechanics, for many different games and how this might alleviate the need for ‘crunch’, as well as provide more stable income for employees.

In all, it seems the main thrust of the book is that the current model under which videogames are made cannot be sustained. Games may be expensive monetarily, but the true cost is on the people making them. The uncertainty in so many aspects of the job, even down to where an employee has to live (some folks in the book moved several times a year after getting hired on to a new studio which was closed sometimes only months after), wears on people, grinding them down. As more and more people realize this, it becomes a less and less attractive industry to work in, whether for people already there, or newbies coming in.

I don’t think Schreier wrote this book as a warning for people looking to try there hand in videogames however, I think the warning is more for people steering the ships. After finishing this second book (and seeing a third will come out this year), I don’t get the impression that Schreier hates games and the gaming industry, but rather the opposite, and that these books are an attempt to make people aware of the problems, not to shut gaming down, but to allow for course corrections, so that the sector may thrive in a better way for everyone.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure we’re quite there yet. This book came out in 2021, and now in 2023 and 2024 we’re seeing massive layoff numbers with upwards almost 20,000 jobs lost (8,000 lost in January & February alone). Games are getting cancelled and more studios are closing (Sony Interactive Studios being perhaps the biggest surprise)

Perhaps Schreier was more prescient than he knew. Perhaps the gaming industry is ‘pressing reset’, just not in the way anyone hoped.

Give This Book A Read?

Absolutely. As is becoming habbit, Schreier finds interesting stories happening behind the games we know and love, and uses them to craft a poignant message about the state of this beloved art. The chapters about 38 studios are such a surprising and wild ride, that they are worth the price of admission on their own. That there are many other fascinating and well researched chapters just shows the quality and care with which this book was written.

It seems there are some pretty far reaching systemic problems within the gaming industry, and ones which do not seem to have changed much in the three years since this book was written. I’m hopeful, as I believe Schreier is, that things can turn for the better. That we can hit the reset button on such exploitative and unsustainable practices, and build a better industry, so that we might all have better games.

That’s all I have for you this week. Has anyone read this one yet? Or Blood, Sweat, & Pixels? What were your thoughts? (also what are your fav games?). Leave your thoughts in the comments!

Until next time.

The Unexpected Party Never Ends: #TolkienReadingDay & Why The Hobbit Is Still Special

Happy Monday everyone!

We’re mixing up our normal alternating Friday/Saturday schedule to bring a special “broadcast” (it’s a blog post) for a fledgling tradition here on A&A, #TolkienReadingDay.

Yes, it was decided in 2003 that March 25th, the day in which The One Ring was destroyed should be a day of celebration, in which we read and spread our love for all things J.R.R. Tolkien.

Last year, I reviewed the 1968 BBC Radio adaptation of The Hobbit, quite by accident as I ordered the wrong audio edition of the story from the library. It was an unexpected party and despite some cringe worthy dialogue and confusing sound design (for which the BBC won many awards), I did enjoy the presentation overall. It would seem that Tolkien’s worldbuilding and characters are enough regardless of the medium through which the story is told.

This year, I got my act together, and managed to get a physical copy of The Hobbit, again from the library. Apparently it was the 175th printing (published in 2020) of the story. I make note of this, because apparently there are many editions of the story floating around, with the biggest changes to the story occurring in editions of the story published after The Lord of The Rings came out. (which makes some sense)

The forward in the 2020 edition makes note of some small continuity changes like correcting inconsistencies in dwarf naming and lineage, but also notes that the “Riddle Game” (in this edition chaptered Riddles in the Dark) as set down in the ‘Red Book’ (I’m guessing the original edition?) by Bilbo has changed after the true events were “eventually revealed (under pressure)”. But ultimately the reader should not concern themselves with the changes if it is their first outing in Middle Earth.

My inner history nerd wanted to fall down a research (hobbit) hole, attempt to find this ‘Red Book’ so I could compare the differences and see what affect the changes had on my understanding of the story, but I decided to forego all that in order to accomplish what I originally set out to do . . . simply enjoy the book.

And enjoy it I did!

What first stood out to me as I was reading was just how humorous and whimsical Tolkien’s writing can be. Perhaps I’ve been over influenced by Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings movies (I’m actually wondering if I ever saw The Hobbit Trilogy in full), but any happenings in Middle-Earth have always seemed like a rather serious affair to me. Yes, there is some humor in those movies, but in general it is all very grim and severe.

There is a way in which The Hobbit (book) moves towards this more stoic attitude as the story goes onward, but in the beginning it is quite whimsical. The infamous unexpected party reads almost like the opening of Disney’s Snow White, and the following tidbit of in-world history feels more like a Terry Pratchett book than Tolkien:

“…and knocked their king Golfimbul’s head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards and went down a rabbit hole, and in this way the battle was won and game of golf invented at the same moment”

Lolz. I fully imagine something like this happening to Carrot Ironfoundersson of The Watch but not as much to some Middle-Earthian King. In any case I was delighted by its inclusion.

Something else which surprised me, was how relevant the story felt to a modern audience. There’s a way in which all speculative fiction, whether set in the past or in the future, is actually about the time in which it was written and reading old books can sometimes feel akin to digging up a time capsule from beneath an ancient oak or perhaps in some extreme cases, shining a light into a dusty old tomb.

I’m always a little nervous when reading a ‘classic’ work that what we’ll find is at best irrelevant to a modern audience (looking at you Dune Part 2) , or worse actively harmful. We’ve seen a few examples of the latter on this blog with works such as The Island of Dr. Moreau, and Death on the Nile so I feel relatively justified in my apprehension.

If The Hobbit embodies any embarrassing ideals, they are not obvious. It seems there is active debate on the use of race in its sequels, The Lord of the Rings, but within this volume, nothing really jumped out at me (although a more critical look at Goblins within the story might be warranted).

I can’t recall any women in the story (something I think The Hobbit films attempt to address), but it does not feel like a malicious omission.

For a story that is little more than a mere decade away from its 100th birthday (although I suppose it’s the one hundred and eleventieth birthday that matters), I’d say that this is actually pretty surprising and kind of refreshing. And as I mentioned earlier, there were actually a few parts which felt quite modern.

For instance, after Lake-town is attacked, we have the following call for a change in leadership:

“We have had enough of the old men and the money-counters!” And people further off took up the cry: “Up the Bowman, and down with Moneybags!” pg 252.

With the ages of presidential candidates in the U.S. being in their late 70s and early 80s, I think many might share this sentiment in regards to having had “enough of the old men”. With the top 1% of earners making more than the other 99% combined, “down with Moneybags!” also feels quite relevant (although perhaps this is a somewhat timeless maxim).

So is it Worth It All These Years Later

Yup! Middle-Earth is a vast and perhaps overwhelming prospect, but The Hobbit is the perfect toe in the water. Not too grim, not too silly, a story which in a lot of ways feels just right. I’ll admit that Tolkien’s humor and whimsy were somewhat surprising but ultimately much needed. And while many stories from ‘back in the day’ have not aged well, I felt this one stood the test of time with remarkable prescience.

Certainly a perfect read for #TolkienReadingDay

What do you all think? Is this still a beloved classic? Or was there something I missed? What’s your favorite part of the story? Leave your answers in the comments!

Until next time!

More Than Memories: “What’s Cooking in the Kremlin” Brings History to Life

I can already tell this will be one of my top reads of 2024.

In my recent review of The Last Tsar’s Dragons, I mention that “despite sustained interest in Russian history, culture, religion and mythology my knowledge of the Romanov family before reading {that} book was pretty limited . . .”

I would say the same is true for post-Tsar Russia as well.

Of course certain names are likely to be remembered from even the broadest (ahem rudimentary) education. Nicholas II, Rasputin, Stalin, Lenin, and (especially) these days . . . Vladimir Putin.

But how about Lavrenty Beria (leader of the NKVD in 1953), Yuri Gargarin (Soviet Cosmonaut), or Boris Yeltzin (president of Russia before Putin’s first time)? Assuredly these names are lesser known here in the west, or at the very least lesser known in modern times (I wonder how much more familiar these names would be to my parents or any Gen Xers). But they were each important in shaping the Russia we know today . . .

And all these important people had to eat!

This is where What’s Cooking in The Kremlin‘s primary focus lies, in telling the story of the chefs and cooks who kept history fed.

I liked this approach for several reasons. First I think it makes the history a bit more accessible. There is something intimate about a person’s diet that really makes them human. No longer just a name to memorize, or a myth to remember.

Second, hearing the stories of these incredible chefs, in many cases in their own words, really just opened up the culture for me in a way that I don’t think another book could have accomplished. For instance, reading the words of a tour guide at the dacha Lenin spent his final days in, you can really hear the regard with which some Russians still hold him, and perhaps by extension, communism too. Contrast that with the words of a shoemaker turned cook in Afghanistan, or refugees in Crimea, or a survivor of the famine in Ukraine who have no illusions (or none any longer) about ‘The Party’.

I think the author did a good job handling a range of subjects, mixing many facets of history together. Stories about what the cosmonauts ate on the first trips into space were actually quite awe inspiring, while obviously stories about surviving the famine in Ukraine, or the siege of Leningrad were humbling in the extreme.

And then of course there was all of the little details that the book was not ‘about’, but still provided such a unique and interesting picture that you could not help but soak them in. That Stalin’s food taster, Alexander Yakovlevich Egnatashivlili, was called krolik which literally means rabbit, but is used like how we would use the term guinea pig. That (in general) cooks are always under suspicion of stealing, but that it’s also good to have a cook in the family because it means you’re unlikely to starve. And of course, all the many Russian proverbs. One in particular — “To pluck a little from a lot isn’t stealing. It’s fair distribution.” — stuck out to me as perhaps very telling.

But What About the Food?

There was tons of it. Churek, and Kulish, and Salo. Tvorog, and Bigos, and Zazharka. Every page seemed to be filled with the description of some new (to me) dish and often some historical or cultural significance applied to it. And plenty of dishes were not explained at all but familiarity was just assumed (still wondering how does one prepare sturgeon “monastery style”?).

I took sooo many notes about these little (ahem) morsels, and loved to discover them, but obviously the main draw was the actual recipes included within the text. I was really looking forward to trying them out, and forming some kind of connection to these stories that was deeper than just reading . . . that was also tasting and eating.

Unfortunately, I think this was the only part of the book that let me down. I’m not much of a cook, and the recipes within were in many cases quite difficult (or as one of my friends said “the recipes are just vibes”). When cooking for the Tsar, or the President of all of Russia, exotic foods like a specific type of quail (maybe now extinct), or a freshly hunted boar, are not far-fetched, and cool to see how one might handle cooking that however unlikely it would be to actually do it.

But some of the recipes for more common foods also seemed needlessly vague or difficult to reproduce. I tried making Shchi (a kind of cabbage soup), and got about halfway through cooking it before I realized that following the recipe exactly was actually not helpful in the slightest.

It could just be that I’m inexperienced, and a better cook might have had an easier time, but I unfortunately was not up to the task.

Give this One a Read?

Despite my difficulties in the kitchen I had a tremendous time reading this book. I cannot say that all of the topics covered within are roses and sunshine, in fact, mostly they are not, but the stories told here are powerful and deeply meaningful anyway.

If you’re looking for something a little different, I highly recommend this one.

That’s all I have to say for this week. Has anyone read this one yet? What were your thoughts? Do you have a favorite Russian dish? Let me know in the comments.

Until next time . . .

Beautiful, Brutal, But Relevant? A Review of Dune Part 2

Well, about two weeks have passed since we were first able to return to Arrakis after (checks notes) just shy of a 2.5 year wait. Already it seems like everything that can be said about the movie has already been made into some kind of listicle or think piece, but I’m still going to give you MY thoughts because you’re here on MY blog.

I saw the movie on opening night, so most of this post was jotted down the next morning, but I wanted to let my thoughts marinate a bit before posting (I also wanted some time off from writing lol).

Essentially, I felt the special effects and set pieces were fantastic (some of the desert scenes were so bright and clear I kinda wished I’d worn sunglasses into the theater). Well worth the price of admission. If nothing else Dune Part 2 is a beautiful movie. However, I walked away weirdly ambivalent to the whole experience and generally lacking the enthusiasm that I could sense coming from everyone around me.

I have no doubt that the two films (parts 1 & 2) will be considered the definitive adaptation for an entire generation (ala Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings), but 2.5 years ago when I watched part 1, I asked if Denis Villenueve’s adaptation would be Dune’s Kwisatz Haderach?

With only half the story in front of me, I was unsure. Now, with the full product in hand, I’m left wondering about the relevance of such a story, and even whether or not a movie is the most meaningful way to experience it.

But there was quite a bit to enjoy about the film so lets start there . . .

The Good

To list a couple automatic wins, we have a futuristic desert setting, SANDWORMS, awesome starship designs, 1v1 sword/knife fighting and of course . . . Zendaya.

I want to draw particular attention to the sword/knife duels as for me, they were generally some of the most exciting parts of the whole film. Paul Muad Dib fighting Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was especially tense, and despite prophecy and Paul’s ability to see the future (and me knowing how the story ends from reading the book), I legitimately wondered what the outcome would be.

There’s always a kind of Jason Borne esque practicality to knife fighting that just feels so much more dangerous than sword fighting. The knives our combatants use are basically as long as swords but that sense of intensity and danger remains. There was only one unnecessary spinny-twisty flip in the whole scene and it actually did feel like the best way to dodge that slash. Good choreography that is.

Part Two’s opening shot will probably also stay with me. There was something just strangely compelling and alien in the way the Harkonnen troops were just kinda weightless. No explanation given or even wanted. Just badassery. Very fun.

I would also say that Part Two features some of the coolest sandworm riding we’ve seen yet in a Dune adaptation. I couldn’t help but wonder how you STOP riding a Sandworm but perhaps these details are unimportant.

Given how serious the tone of this movie is, I greatly enjoyed the brief respites of humor sprinkled throughout. Paul saying he was not the chosen one and Stilgar freaking out because the chosen one would deny his chosen-one-ness made me actually laugh out loud in the theater. However, I think they may have over used this bit as Stilgar essentially becomes a bit of a meme by the end of the film, his fanaticism actually serving to undermine the drama rather than increase it.

Finally, the POV of the Empress was an interesting inclusion. In the books I think we only see her POV in the epigraphs she leaves at the start of the chapters which, in all fairness, are kinda the coolest part. So much hinting. So much vague foreshadowing. Prophecy! But the way it was handled here did feel somewhat fresh.

The Bad

Now all that I’ve just gone over seems like a lot of wins, but Part 2 had some rougher spots too.

In spite of the dazzling effects and amazing landscapes, I think I still managed to pick up a few technical errors in the Editing / filmmaking. For instance Feyd-Ratha’s mouth not moving while he’s speaking and then a hasty jump cut away seemed like an attempt to cover up a flubbed line. I’ll have to watch it again, perhaps it was meant to be voiceover/interiority but if that was the case, it was not at all clear.

Austin Butler played an incredible Feyd-Ratha, who is rightly many people’s favorite part of this story, but I wish his cadence and voice had been less similar to the Baron’s (who’s voice and sinisterism are so unique!). Still Feyd-Rautha punched above his weight in this movie. Strong Jared Leto Joker vibes. What a psycho lol.

The Why Of It All

Admittedly, these few quibbles probably wouldn’t normally tip my review from positive to negative, and indeed the minor issues I mentioned above are not what is ultimately causing me to struggle with the film.

What is hanging me up is perhaps more existential than that. Having more to do with Dune‘s legacy, and the moment we’re in right now.

Basically, I can’t connect the two.

Dune is a franchise that takes itself VERY seriously. There are pages of lore to justify quirks of the setting like why a futuristic society still fights with swords and knives instead of guns, or creating an entire ecology so that some giant worms guarding vast pits of sand – like a dragon guards its hoard — actually makes sense.

This attitude has certainly carried over to Villanueve’s direction for the film which presents Arrakis as both brutal and breathtaking. It apparently cost $190 million to make Dune Part 2 and while this doesn’t even crack the top 60 most expensive movies ever made it is still well above average (100 – 150 million).

The seriousness in approach lends itself to the feeling that Dune is a movie which should say — or attempt to say — something. But what is it trying to say?

On the surface, a few things stand out. First, the dichotomous use of ‘The Chosen One’ trope, which in Dune Part 2 seems to tread unstable ground between subversion and reinforcement by the ascension of Chalamet’s Paul Atreides.

We have writers like Sue Obeidi saying (about part 1) Dune Repeats Tired Tropes of a White Savior in a Middle Eastern Setting, while the director, Denis Villeneuve, feels that (Part II):

“…It’s not a celebration of a savior. It’s a condemnation and criticism of that idea of a savior.” – Nerds of Color: Is ‘Dune’ Truly a White-Savior Story

I think I would agree with the director that Dune Part II leans more into condemning the white savior narrative (Paul very much feels like a villain by the end of the movie), but this feels like ground we’ve already covered as a society.

Would it not be better to elevate another story? To dump $190 million into something else? Perhaps a story that is more recent, and not written by an old dead white guy?

Another issue which Dune Part 2 could arguably be about is the environment. The positioning of Arrakis as a desert planet, exploited for resources so ruthlessly that only the toughest can survive — the parallels between spice and oil — is baked into the original premise of the book, and cannot really be divorced from the the stories other elements.

If we are to consider Dune Part 2 as a piece of climate fiction however, I would have expected the messaging to perhaps be more front-and-center. Yes, like the spice itself, the issue is prevalent and part of every aspect of the movie, but as such, kind of invisible.

I think very few people walked away from Dune Part 2 thinking “I should really start recycling more,” or “maybe it’s time to buy electric”, or even worse (best?) “I could see why global warming is bad”.

Kwisatz Haderach?

Ultimately, I’m not sure that question really matters, because I’m not sure Dune really still matters in 2024 other than that we’ve made it matter by throwing boat loads of money at it. I cannot deny that Arrakis calls to me, as a place which fascinates and terrifies, but the story of Paul Atreides might leave something to be desired.

All this has me wondering if I even want a Dune movie, or if the way this story should unfold really ought to be more personal . . . like perhaps an MMORPG such as Dune: Awakening

Perhaps this entry into the Dune legacy will be, in the words of the Baron Harkonnen:

“My desert. My Arrakis. MY DUNE!”

That’s all I have for this week. Has everyone seen this movie already? What are your thoughts? Am I missing something big here? Leave your thoughts in the comments!

Deep or Dated? Re-Reading The Bands of Mourning

Bands of Mourning Cover showing a man and woman standing in the snow, a temple or tomb in the distance behind them

No promises, but I think 2024 is the year I FINALLY get caught up on the Cosmere.

According to the QuilToLive: Cosmere Reading Order Guide (which I only chose because it was the easiest list to understand), there are currently (as of this post) 19 ish Cosmere novels?

Even though Brandon Sanderson is one of my favorite authors (and I’ve been reading him religiously since like 2007), I’ve made very few attempts to review his work on this blog. I think the sheer quantity of work has probably held me back.

However, with this review of The Bands of Mourning, I should finally be finished rereading Cosmere books (if not reviewing them), and starting new-to-me Cosmere adventures with The Lost Metal.

Will I finish the last Wax / Wayne book and 3 secret projects in time for the release of the next Stormlight book in December? Only time will tell, but it feels like a good challenge for me to undertake this year.

In any case, I found The Bands of Mourning to be much more interesting in this year of our lord, 2024, than I think I gave it credit for when I originally read it back in April of 2016 (wow I’m feeling old).

Namely, I was not expecting it to feel so dated.

As I mentioned in my review of Alloy of Law, one of the major things I enjoy about this “Era” of Mistborn novels, is the way Sanderson mixes genres to create a unique “alloy”. For AoL, he mixed the Western and Fantasy genres. For Shadows of Self (which I’ve apparently just neglected to review), I feel pretty confident the genres being mixed were Noir and Fantasy.

For The Bands of Mourning?

Old school Pulp Action-Adventure (and of course Fantasy) complete with tomb raiding, a train robbery, and a clandestine enemy base infiltration scene. Of course all of this is made much richer and more interesting through its highly detailed Fantasy setting, as well as easter eggs and call-backs to other books, both Sanderson’s own, and allusions and homage to other authors.

One aspect of Sanderson’s writing that I generally consider a strength, is his ability to take the most well-worn or nearly invisible tropes, and subvert them for dramatic or comedic affect. Without spoilers, the original Mistborn trilogy takes a huge swing at fantasy tropes like The Chosen One, the use of Prophecy within the genre, and the kinds Great Evil / Dark Lord types found in tons of fantasy after Tolkien.

Previous Wax and Wayne outings have also implemented some similarly fun trope deconstruction of the Western and Noir genres, although these were perhaps not as central to the plot as in the original Mistborn and often done for laughs.

This is indeed the tack Sanderson took with The Bands of Mourning taking many shots at the action-adventure genre, archeologist-adventurer stories in general, and probably Indiana Jones in particular. Much of the humor in this book focused around traps, undermining their dramatic effect by rendering them insignificant and ineffectual (perhaps an acknowledgement that real Tomb Defenses are Lame).

These types of subversions are pretty low stakes, easy to read, and probably somewhat timeless. They held up for me on a second read almost a decade removed from the book’s original publication date.

Where the stakes get higher, and for me, a little more dated, was the deconstruction this novel does surrounding gender roles in the action-adventure genre.

I felt these themes were mainly approached through Marasi and Steris’s character development.

Marasi is interesting in that she is not only trying to find her own place in her world (ie the crew, her profession, and society at large), but she is also grappling with her identity as it compares to Vin, the Ascendant Warrior, whose legacy has had a profound effect on gender roles within Elendel.

Some criticism that I’ve seen about the original Mistborn trilogy, is that Vin is the ONLY female character within the cast, and as such, will be seen as a stand in for ALL women. It’s perhaps more eloquently put on the Strong Female Character wikipedia page:

“When these roles are displayed with a small scope of characteristics, it becomes the default expectation for what a woman should be while leaving so many other types of women underrepresented.”

Throughout the original Mistborn trilogy, Vin is one of the most powerful pieces on the chess board. Her combat abilities are, even by in-universe standards, supernatural. Because so much of the action of the story involves her using those abilities, it can be said that her character is still championing traditionally masculine traits. As the lone woman in the story, you don’t need to be a coinshot to make the leap to the idea that women are valuable in stories if they behave like men.

Also, the books have often been called out for their use of the Not Like Other Girls trope which essentially implies a value judgement (better/worse) because the subject does not fit into the normal / accepted confines of “feminine”.

Screen Rant’s 7 Problems A Mistborn Series Could Fix From The Books explains it:

“In addition to lacking female characters, Mistborn tends to put down any women who aren’t Vin — or at least Vin does, and much of the story is told from her perspective. Vin doesn’t trust easily, but she often gives the male characters more slack than the women she meets. In some cases, this is justified; Shan Elariel certainly deserves her scorn. However, Vin judges allies like Tindwyl, and she distrusts Allrianne for all the wrong reasons. It seems anyone with frivolous or feminine tastes meets Vin’s disapproval, even though she spends much of the books grappling with her own desire to embrace such qualities.”

These things are . . . problematic.

Obviously, Sanderson cannot rewrite already published work (or shouldn’t?), but he can acknowledge mistakes when they’re made and try to improve as he writes more books (I personally think this is something which has allowed him to stay not only relevant, but beloved across his MANY books, and decades of his writing). In many ways, I see Marasi’s interiority and character arc as an attempt at engaging with the criticism leveled at the original trilogy.

It seems worth noting here that in The Bands of Mourning, there are two women (gasp) so already we’re making a ‘promising start’ towards righting past wrongs. But does the book manage to break the habits of his earlier work, and all the baggage of the pulpy action adventure genre in general?

I would say results are mixed.

In an attempt to avoid spoilers, I’ll try to remain as vague as possible, but in Marasi’s case, there is a point within the novel in which she has the ability to ‘do the superhero thing’ and really save the day. It’s what she imagines Vin would do (although this is more complicated if you’ve read the original trilogy), and she briefly struggles with this fact, before passing up the opportunity and allowing Wax to fill the role.

Ultimately, it was the logical thing for her arc, and should have felt satisfying because she essentially frees herself from the shackles of Vin’s legacy and the narrow expectations of the society she lives in. However, stepping aside so that a man could save the day did not feel like a win.

I guess I could entertain the argument that the opportunity to do either, the choice, is the true win, but somehow it just doesn’t quite sit with me.

Steris’s arc looks less at past books in the series and more at the action-adventure genre as a whole. Her quest is also one of identity, with the main goal of finding her place within the crew. In one role she serves as a love interest for Wax (and I really do like them as a couple). And in a traditional pulp action adventure story, perhaps this would have been all she wrote.

For Sanderson, this is not enough (so far so good), and he endeavors — much as Steris endeavors — to find some more meaningful place for her within the story. The task is complicated by the fact that Steris does not have allomancy and cannot really fight in the same ways the other characters can (in Alloy of Law, Marasi struggles with something similar: she has allomancy, but the type of power she has is perceived as useless and small spoiler . . . it is not).

Here again we see the emphasis on combat and strength as the traits in the society which are a) masculine, and b) valued. This is no accident as this is exactly the type of world view present in pulp action adventure novels.

The stage is seemingly set for subversion.

And then I’m not really sure how but things seem to fall apart. Perhaps there is simply too many other parts of the plot to resolve? Or we don’t linger on her victory for long enough? Something else?

Steris (again as best I can without spoilers) does use her unique skill set (her overpreparedness) to resolve an issue in the resolution, and Wax does marry her in earnest (this book opens and closes with weddings) . . . her most memorable scene in the story is still somehow the one in which she literally compares herself to a piece of luggage.

And perhaps that is unfortunately what makes her arc feel so unsatisfying and not a subversion of the tropes discussed above. Despite the fact that all of the pieces are “technically” there, it still feels like she’s carried through the story. Window dressing. Someone which will generate a laugh when needed or stir emotion in our dark and brooding hero, but other than that, just another tool for the author.

Which ends up being kinda brutal, because she is truly a great character.

My final complaint about The Bands of Mourning, is that I’m starting to tire a bit on Wayne. There is a storytelling trap which writers can fall into, described in Brandon Sanderson’s own writing podcast (Writing Excuses), called Flanderizing. It was coined for The Simpsons character, Flanders, who assumedly (I haven’t watched a ton of Simpsons) became more and more 1-dimensional over time as the writers focused on his quirks, and less on interesting character development. Flanders essentially became a button the writers could press when they could feel the show should have a laugh, but there was no organic humor present.

It feels like this is what is happening to Wayne throughout The Bands of Mourning, which only gets compounded by the fact that Sanderson routinely uses the same rhetorical device, malapropism, in Wayne’s humor. I think Sanderson could feel this happening while writing Bands, and Wayne’s character takes on some more interesting shades of gray LATE in the novel, but ultimately if felt like too little too late.

Give This One A Read?

Though I’ve written A LOT of words in this post which present it unfavorably, I did enjoy the book and would certainly recommend it. The parts I enjoyed most were perhaps the easiest parts: the action, magic, humor and adventure we expect from a Brandon Sanderson novel.

The criticism I have of the book is primarily focused on its larger themes which were ambitious, and well intentioned, but ultimately felt unsatisfying. In regards to these larger themes, I found myself often wondering why The Bands of Mourning was the right book for exploring them, and why Sanderson the right author to do so.

All that said, I’m still chomping at the bit to start The Lost Metal. The flaws I’ve described above only seem to infuse this final outing with even MORE potential.

That’s all I have for this week. What are your thoughts? Have any of you read this one before? What were your favorite parts? Your least favorite? Let me know in the comments.

See you next time!