I realize I’m four months late, if my goal was a prompt review of Nintendo’s newest installment in the Legend of Zelda series, the Wii-exclusive Skyward Sword.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Skyward Sword in retrospect
I realize I’m four months late, if my goal was a prompt review of Nintendo’s newest installment in the Legend of Zelda series, the Wii-exclusive Skyward Sword.
Monday, March 7, 2011
The grass is greener
Yet, I’m fascinated by Edwardians. Most of the political fantasy novels I’ve read have a manageable number of politicians, obviously. But, Hattersley doesn’t shy from mentioning the dozens of MPs and ministers and whatever-you-call-them that influenced Edwardian England. I’m intrigued by the seeming triviality of the scandals that blackened King Edward’s name. I’m excited to move beyond the political aristocracy and learn how the middle/lower classes lived and what they did and how they did it.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Illness, Auditions, Girls
My prolonged absence from the blogosphere has been due mainly to my impending auditions, and the horrendous amount of practice I need to do before I play before a half-dozen pianist-gods. (No pressure!)
So, during my cold, I was at my sister’s house reading Andre Agassi’s Open, and I find myself wanting to read a fantasy novel in that vein—life story, magic (tennis?) duels, endless dysfunctions, etc. In the meantime, my ambitions of going on a classic-fantasy spree have completely gone out the window—A Wizard of Earthsea still moulders on my dresser, despite my reading the first 10 pages at a friend’s house and enjoying it immensely.
That said, I’d like to move on to how much you can tell about a relationship before it even starts... by sampling Her Books.
The present crisis is over which of the following girls to ask out—the one who suggests C.S. Lewis’ Till We Have Faces, or the one who showed me Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle.
To give a little history, I should probably mention my earlier savage crush on a girl who had me read all of the Twilight Saga (I got burned, bad) or the girl who was all into “hardcore” Christian punk rock (we never went anywhere, let alone out) or the very earnest girl who preferred the Brontë sisters to Jane Austen (???). All fine girls, but all of whom would be deeply unhappy in a relationship with a flamboyant mystic-pianist like myself.
So, while I’ve found the first half of Till We Have Faces quite mesmerizing, it looks like a pretty ominous forecast! I’ve never really been into ancient Greek myths, and TWHF is pretty much a Greek myth, however lovely the retelling. I used to read massive amounts of Lewis when I was younger, but I hadn’t read much of his fiction since That Hideous Strength. (That book was quite a ride, but uncomfortably misogynist for me.)
On the other hand, I adored Miyazaki’s Howl’s Moving Castle. It was the film I always wanted to see as a kid, but didn’t get the chance because it wasn’t made until I was in my late teens. It tapped into all my flying obsessions and had a pretty sweet steampunk flair. I’ve been informed that it’s one of Miyazaki’s worst films, but that only makes me want to watch everything else.
Well, now I’ve got two more things to do after auditions: watch everything by Miyzaki and ask out that girl.
REVIEW: The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Escape
Recovery (which includes return and renewal of health) is a re-gaining—regaining of a clear view. … We need, in any case, to clean our windows; so that the things seen clearly may be freed from the drab blur of triteness or familiarity—from possessiveness. Of all faces those of our familiars are the ones both most difficult to play fantastic tricks with, and most difficult really to see with fresh attention, perceiving their likeness and unlikeness: that they are faces, and yet unique faces. ...
Mooreeffoc is a fantastic word, but it could be seen written up in every town in this land. It is Coffee-room, viewed from the inside through a glass door, as it was seen by Dickens on a dark London day; and it was used by [G.K.] Chesterton to denote the queerness of things that have become trite, when they are seen suddenly from a new angle. ...
I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which ‘Escape’ is now so often used. … But there are also other and more profound “escapisms” that have always appeared in fairy-tale and legend. There are other things more grim and terrible to fly from than the noise, stench, ruthlessness, and extravagance of the internal-combustion engine. There are hunger, thirst, poverty, pain, sorrow, injustice, death. And even when men are not facing hard things such as these, there are ancient limitations from which fairy-stories offer a sort of escape, and old ambitions and desires (touching the very roots of fantasy) to which they offer a kind of satisfaction and consolation.I have a love-hate relationship with escapism. I get as good a high as the next guy does from losing myself in other worlds, lives, relationships. My particular weakness is historical British mini-series. I may or may not have consumed BBC’s eleven-hour “Brideshead Revisited” three times in rapid succession, and each time I watched the Venetian vacations, the Oxford luncheons, the hunting parties with the same vicarious pleasure.
But, I can’t stand escapism hang-overs. You know, when you stumble into Monday the next morning and wonder where all of the Baroque mansions and cocktail parties went? You wonder why you have to go to work or, in my case, don’t have work. After all, shouldn’t most people be independently wealthy?
And, so, when I read “On Fairie-Stories,” I came away with a decided focus on Recovery. Fantasy would not be its, well, fantastic self without the other worlds, the magic, the exploration. But, I’d like to see a happy marriage of Escapism and Recovery in my own fantasy, at least. I’d love to write fantasy books with spell-binding worlds and characters and plots, but I’d also love to write books that helped readers become clear-eyed and ready to live their own lives better.
Everyone can have their own dreams, right?
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
REVIEW: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
I had been avoiding The Hunger Games for quite some time. I’m not a big science fiction reader to begin with, and, oddly enough, the premise wasn’t enticing me. I mean, nationally televised child game shows to the death are awesome and all, but perhaps stomach turning as well, no?
Blood. This is where Hunger bothers me.
And, we all know how the Roman Empire ended, don’t we?
And, Collins has become one of the Gamemakers, who keep the Hunger Games entertaining for the citizens of Panem with surprise forest fires and droughts. Collins keeps her readers on the edges of their seats with Close Encounters and brutal killings and mutant hornets whose stings cause hallucinations.
As Katniss is forced to pretend her romantic interest in Peeta for the citizens of Panem, so she pretends the same for us, allowing the violent, science fiction Hunger to get its romantic subplot after all.
While my brain tells me Collins must have been conscious of her meta-narrative, I have my doubts as a reader. I saw no clear signs, and promises made at the beginning of Hunger were broken.