Showing posts with label My Fantasy Library. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Fantasy Library. Show all posts

Friday, July 9, 2010

A Few of My Favorite Books

The cover art, from one of the editions of The War Hound and the World’s Pain by Michael Moorcock. I was tickled, to find a first printing hc at Dragoncon, a few years ago.

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I became incredulous. “Lucifer is commissioning a godless soldier-of-fortune, to seek and secure the Holy Grail?”

Got this for Christmas!:) God knows, I can’t afford the Wandering Star Editions! I do also have the SFBC HC’s of the Del Rey’s though, for reading copies.

“He was a man,” said Conan. “I drink to his shade, and to the shade of the dog, who knew no fear.” He quaffed part of the wine, then emptied the rest upon the floor, with a curious heathen gesture, and smashed the goblet. “The heads of ten Picts shall pay for his, and seven heads for the dog, who was a better warrior than many a man.” And the forester, staring into the moody, smoldering blue eyes, knew the barbaric oath would be kept. – Beyond the Black River.

reignI’ve never read the Vlad Taltos series, which Mr. Brust is so well known for. But many years ago, a friend loaned me a copy of this little gem. Rereleased, not too long ago, I found a copy of this trade paperback edition, last year at a used bookstore.

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I really like this cover.

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Probably my favorite Dresden novel. Loved the climax. 

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“A fourteenth: I know the names of all the gods. Every damned one of them.” – Mr. Wednesday.

outikz“He Thought: Here is another. God, she’s evil, this one, and she’s legless, but she’s a gunslinger as sure as Eddie is one.” – Roland Deschain

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“We’re going to play a little game now. What we’re going to do is to see how many of you have to die, because Jherant hasn’t learned a little bit of elementary politeness. I’m willing to bet my life that it’s all of you.” He looked Jherant straight in the eye. “But don’t go away. You’re going to be first. Even if your friend at my back closes-“ Karl Cullinane

aec2c6da8da083ce82e11110.L._SL500_AA300_One of my favorite Eternal Champion novels. This Ace edition has a cool cover, but the one with the Frazetta piece below, is awesome!

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“The guns were empty and they boiled at him, transmogrified into an Eye and a Hand, and he stood, screaming and reloading, his mind far away and absent, letting his hands do their reloading trick. Could he hold up a hand, tell them he had spent a thousand years learning this trick and others, tell them of the guns and the blood that had blessed them? Not with his mouth. But his hands could speak their own tale.”

812fI never got into Xanth, but on occasion, Mr. Anthony writes something I really enjoy. Though the rest of the series left something to be desired and meandered further into Mr. Anthony’s world-view than I really cared to delve, this one hit all the right notes. 

220px-Michael_Moorcock_The_City_in_the_Autumn_StarsMay be Mr. Moorcock’s most ambitious novel. Usually, when I really love a book, I’ll re-read it several times. This one, I’ve only read once, when I was about 20 or so. I still consider it one of my all time favorites. I need to read it again, now that I know something of renaissance era hermeticism & alchemy. At 20, I had to rely on the DMG.:)

Saturday, February 27, 2010

My Fantasy Library: Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

rotsA little over a year ago, my little boy discovered Star Wars. Cool! The neat thing was, that I got to experience the movies, all over again, through his eyes. It rekindled my affection for George Lucas’ universe and as I was working on building up my fiction library, I decided to pick up some of the Star Wars novels. I quickly built a fairly respectable SW collection and in a particularly sweet ebay lot deal, I picked up a copy of Matthew Stover’s adaption of Revenge of the Sith.

The book is always better than the movie, right? Unless that is, the book is an adaption of a movie, instead of the other way around. But, there are exceptions, either way. I have a hard time saying that Matthew Stover’s novelization of the third Star Wars prequel is better than the film. The movie was such a visual feast! And I loved Ewan McGregor’s Obi-wan.

Samuel L. Jackson’s Mace Windu, battling Ian McDiarmid’s Darth Sidious, is one of my favorite scenes in film. Perhaps, it would be best to say, that the novel is better in many ways. Important ways. In fact, if some of the ideas and characterizations in the novel, had been utilized in the movie, Episode III would have been a far superior film!

Imagine an Anakin who isn’t a shallow, obtuse, whiny, ever-so whiny, brat. Instead, let’s make him a heroic, yet troubled young man. One with deep-seated psychological trauma, stemming from his years as a slave. Whose fear of loss and death, coupled with his crushing responsibilities, exacerbated by the chaos of war and most importantly, by his visions of Padme’s death, bring him to to the verge of a nervous breakdown. After weeks of horrid, anxiety-born insomnia, he’s as vulnerable as he can be, to the insidious manipulations of his “friend,” Palpatine.

Throughout the book, Mr. Stover takes scenes, given short shrift or just plain handled poorly in the movie and turns them into wonderful story. I’m told that Mr. Lucas went over the book with a fine toothed comb and that the work was most definitely subject to his final approval. There are many instances where the author appears to be shoring up the weaknesses, which appear in the film release. I do wonder, how much of this was material originally thought of by Lucas and how much was the author’s invention. There’s at least one sub-plot in the novel, involving Padme and some of the other Senator’s, trying to deal with the threat they see in Chancellor Palpatine’s growing power, which, while shot, was cut from the final version of the film.

Without exceeding the limits of Fair Use, let me give you a few excerpts from Mr. Stover’s gem of an adaption.

Dooku felt himself blanch. Where had this come from? Skywalker
came on, mechanically inexorable, impossibly powerful, a destroyer
droid with a lightsaber: each step a blow and each blow a step.
Dooku backed away as fast as he dared; Skywalker stayed right on
top of him. Dooku's breath went short and hard. He no longer tried
to block Skywalker's strikes but only to guide them slanting away;
he could not meet Skywalker strength-to-strength—not only did the
boy wield tremendous reserves of Force energy, but his sheer
physical power was astonishing—
And only then did Dooku understand that he'd been suckered.
Skywalker's Shien ready-stance had been a ruse, as had his Ataro
gymnastics; the boy was a Djem So stylist, and as fine a one as
Dooku had ever seen. His own elegant Makashi simply did not
generate the kinetic power to meet Djem So head-to-head.
Especially not while also defending against a second attacker.

                                                           - Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith

The battle with Dooku, is far more satisfying in the novel. It’s only out of sheer desperation and luck, that the Sith Lord is able to take out Obi-Wan. In the Movie, Dooku deals with Obi-Wan quickly and easily. It kind of makes you wonder how Kenobi could possibly stand up to Anakin, at the end of the film. In the novel, the Jedi Master’s abilities are evident.

He drove a series of flashing thrusts toward Kenobi's legs
to draw the Jedi Master into a flipping overhead leap so that Dooku
could burn through his spine from kidneys to shoulder blades—and
this image, this plan, was so clear in Dooku's mind that he almost
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failed to notice that Kenobi met every one of his thrusts without so
much as moving his feet, staying perfectly centered, perfectly
balanced, blade never moving a millimeter more than was
necessary, deflecting without effort, riposting with flickering
strikes and stabs swifter than the tongue of a Garollian ghost viper,
and when Dooku felt Skywalker regain his feet and stride once more
toward his back, he finally registered the source of that blinding
defensive velocity Kenobi had used a moment ago, and only then,
belatedly, did he understand that Kenobi's Ataro and Shii-Cho had
been ploys, as well.
Kenobi had become a master of Soresu.
Dooku found himself having a sudden, unexpected, overpowering,
and entirely distressing bad feeling about this...

                                                           - Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith

There’s so many little things, all adding up and changing the story in vital ways.

Palpatine had somehow seen into his secret heart, and had
chosen to offer him the one thing he most desired in all the
galaxy. He didn't care about the Council, not really—that was a
childish dream. He didn't need the Council. He didn't need
recognition, and he didn't need respect. What he needed was the
rank itself.
All that mattered was Mastery.
All that mattered was Padme.
This was a gift beyond gifts: as a Master, he could access those
forbidden holocrons in the restricted vault.
He could find a way to save her from his dream...
He shook himself back to the present. "I... am overwhelmed, sir.
But the Council elects its own members. They will never accept
this."
"I promise you they will," Palpatine murmured imperturbably.
He swung his chair around to gaze out the window
toward the distant spires of the Temple. "They need you more than
they realize. All it will take is for someone to properly..."
He waved a hand expressively.
" . . . explain it to them."

                                                           - Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith

In the movie, Anakin comes off as quite the little shit, when the council declares, that they’ve decided to deny him the rank of Master. In the novel Anakin freaks, not because of an out of control ego, but, because without the rank of Master, he can’t access those forbidden holocrons. Data which might contain the secret he needs, to save Padme.

Much of the depth, with which Mr. Stover infuses the story, is of the sort that could only be properly expressed in the form of a novel. Score one, for literacy. Still, there are many aspects of this version of the tale, which, would have been so, very, very satisfying, to see on screen. I liked Episode III, a lot, in spite of instances of what I see as lazy, condescending and uninspired scripting, marring what could have been a much better movie. I’m still not prepared to say that the book is superior. As an overall, experience. But, at the level of story alone, yes. It is. If you’re a Star Wars fan, you might want to check it out.

This is the moment that defines Mace Windu.
Not his countless victories in battle, nor the numberless battles
his diplomacy has avoided. Not his penetrating intellect, or his
talents with the Force, or his unmatched skills with the lightsaber.
Not his dedication to the Jedi Order, or his devotion to the
Republic that he serves.
But this.
Right here.
Right now.
Because Mace, too, has an
attachment. Mace has a secret
love.
Mace Windu loves the Republic.

                                                          - Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith

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The shadow he fought, that blur of speed—could that be
Palpatine?
Their blades flared and flashed, crashing together with bursts
of fire, weaving nets of killing energy in exchanges so fast that
Anakin could not truly see them—
But he could feel them in the Force.
The Force itself roiled and burst and crashed around them,
boiling with power and lightspeed ricochets of lethal intent.
And it was darkening.
Anakin could feel how the Force fed upon the shadow's murderous
exaltation; he could feel fury spray into the Force though
some poisonous abscess had crested in both their hearts.
There was no Jedi restraint here.
Mace Windu was cutting loose.

                                                           - Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

My Fantasy Library: The Sleeping Dragon – Book 1 of The “Guardians of the Flame” Series.

n12776“So, let me get this straight. A group of college-aged gamers are transported to the fantasy world their GM has been running, transforming into their characters in the process?”

As old and jaded as I am today, I would probably give Joel Rosenberg’s The Guardians of the Flame series a pass. Fortunately, I was still a teenager when The Sleeping Dragon was published. When I read the review of the novel in Dragon Magazine, I thought the premise was cool as hell and picked up a copy on my next trip to the bookstore.

I’m glad I did. Mr. Rosenberg skillfully handles the difficulties inherent in the setup for his series and instead of the schlocky, juvenile story one might expect, we are treated to an intelligent and edgy fantasy adventure, with depth, humor and gritty violence. 

I would imagine, that most of us, at some time or another, had a conversation with friends where the idea of “Wouldn’t it be cool as hell, if we lived in a D&D world?” was introduced. When it actually happens to these gamers, they’re smart enough to know that they’re in deep shit! This point is quickly brought home, when, one of the characters doesn’t even last the day, precipitating their first full on “party vs. monsters” battle, where the fear and trauma of having others out for your blood and having to reciprocate the sentiment, slaps them square in the face.

The reality of mortal combat and how the protagonists both cope with and meet that challenge is an ever present theme in the series. There’s no glory, but, there is nobility. Whether dealing with melee, magic swords, or wizardly combat, the action is always grounded in the chaos and blood of the battle-field. The characterization is excellent, throughout, but, never more-so than when the author is presenting his characters’ actions and response, in regards to violence and its presence in their lives.

They learn, quickly, that they’re going to have to be hardcore, if they’re going to survive.

Back in the day, when my friends and I used to enjoy debating the particulars of alignment, questions like “Is it evil to kill a sleeping enemy?” would often arise. One of the main characters, Walter Slovotsky, would probably answer with one of his famous Slovotsky’s Laws. Something like:

Slovotsky’s Law no. 123 –  So long as he’s careless enough to let me sneak up on him, the bastard doesn’t have to be asleep.”

That last was my attempt at writing a Law. Walter’s wisdom runs throughout the series, often during the character’s dialogue, sometimes as introductory quotes at the beginning of chapters. Walter’s quips provide wry humor, as well as insight into how the former college student copes with the fear and turmoil of a violent career in a dangerous world.

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While still at the Student Union, Professor Deighton announces that he’s starting a new campaign, the “Quest for the Gate Between Worlds.” The player’s are free to choose whichever character’s from their notebook they wish, as the new campaign is not intended for low-level play.

Walter Slovotsky starts off as a large, cocky, jock, but not stereotypically so. He’s smart, human, empathic and he games. As an aside, I’m reminded of a friend, who played with us a few years ago. He would tell stories of how, in high school, he was a jock and a “closet gamer,” never letting his jock friends know about him playing D&D with his nerd pals. Not a problem for Walter, as he’s far too confident for that sort of thing. Though Walter takes others’ feelings into account, he still has a problem with seeing himself as the center of universe. When he finds himself in the Eren Regions, as a Thief, still large, but with incredible dexterity and skills, the challenges he faces force him to reassess a few things.

Karl Cullinane, dilettante, unfocused, prone to lose things, is transformed into a mighty Warrior. Karl is forced to choose what kind of man and warrior he wants to be, learning to express both his will and passion. As the story progresses, he becomes a true and very human hero.

Doria Perlstein, in many ways the least equipped to deal with the situation these young men and women find themselves in, is immediately hit with a crisis that endangers the whole party. She’s the Cleric. Professor Deighton’s character levels start at “A” and run through the alphabet. At level “K,” Doria is the most powerful character in the party.

Jason Parker is the party’s second Thief, Einar Lightfingers. Alas, never choose a character who’s missing  a hand, just in case…

Andrea Andropolous is the woman of Karl’s dreams. Interestingly enough, she finally agrees to accompany her would-be suitor to a game, on this particular night. Using d4’s, they roll her up a “C” level Wizard. Andrea, the person, has charisma and guts. Like the others, she has to find that which is most noble and human inside of herself, in order to meet the ordeals which lay ahead.

Lou Riccetti is an Engineering student and decides to play his character Aristobulus, a “J” level Wizard. He’s one of only two of the former gamers who actually want to stay in the world in which he finds himself. He learns soon enough, that as a fairly advanced wizard, their new political environment will guarantee a life of privilege and prestige. If, that is, he can solve one little problem.

Lastly, James Michael Finnegan, plays the Dwarven Warrior, Ahira. He’s the other player who has no intention of going back. His reasons are every bit as selfish as Lou’s, but far, far more sympathetic. Not to mention, obvious. Before he and his fellow player’s cross over, he’s unanimously chosen to be the party leader.

Travelling across land, by sea, and through the desert, the party meets new friends, visits famous Pandathaway, learn secrets, make dangerous enemies and make tough decisions, some of momentous and far reaching importance. Ahira, as he chooses to call himself, vows to get the others home safely and ensure they find the “Gate Between Worlds.”

As the series progresses, the adventurers take on the task of changing their new world. They start a war. They also learn, that all is not as it seems and new information regarding Professor Deighton and his motivations comes to light. While much of import is going on behind the scenes, we get only tidbits and glimpses. Like the protagonists, we see things from the point of view of the trenches. Our heroes, in the theater of the campaign, are at ground zero, as it were, wading through blood and politics. We’re privy to very little of what the major Wizards, Priests and powerful, inhuman entities are about. So far, after the nine books of the series I’ve read, very, very, little of what’s going on behind the scenes has been revealed.

Here and there, we get some interesting gaming tidbits. One thing the player’s never knew, until they crossed over, was that a Wizard has to “reign in,” and control the spells he has memorized. They constantly push at the back of the mind, insisting upon release. As a plot device, this is used to rather important effect, fairly early in the book. As interesting flavor for D&D games, it has some possibilities.

“He let his remaining spells cycle through his brain, making sure each one was ready and complete. Not that that was necessary; an incomplete spell wouldn’t make his mind pulse, wouldn’t push at him night and day to release it, as though it were some sort of huge sneeze, backed up in his nostrils. He could live with that, easily, in exchange for the power.”

There’s much in the series that will no doubt please old school gamers. The heroes are human, not super-heroes. The author is definitely an “Old School DM.” Even those who haven’t read the Guardians of the Flame, may have heard of Joel Rosenberg’s reputation for being willing to kill his characters. Even major ones!

As to the writing, Mr. Rosenberg’s prose is packed with style, humor and depth. I found it to be felicitous and quick.

So far, the series has run to ten novels. If you’ve never read them, I heartily encourage you to do so. For entertaining, intelligent, violent fantasy, that’s an absolute joy to read, the Guardians of the Flame series is one of the best choices out there. It’s the first I would recommend to anyone wanting to read some D&D style fiction.