If you read my review of BOOK ONE, then you’re primed for this new piece on my (very late) foray into fantasy. Like I’ve said before, I’m writing a fantasy book of my own and am going into stories that I’ve never seen before for research purposes. Yes, I’ve read “Lord Of The Rings” and so forth, and I’ve seen “Legend” and “Willow” and all that stuff. I don’t need your recommendations on that stuff. What I do need is a bit of closure on these books by Mr. Eddings. If you’re in, let’s see those comments! Also, yes, if you know of any great, little known books I should read, please comment!
It’s no secret that I’m a fan of diversity in all its glorious splendor, consciously and unconsciously making sure that I don’t recognize the ugliness of bigotry if I can help it. As a lover of fairness and equality, I’ve made it my business to routinely champion for a future that strives against racial disharmony. Maybe it was something my dad taught me.
Immediately after I got a lecture from my mother on the importance of marrying black, dad pulled me aside and educated me on the “100% Rule.” He counted on one hand, saying there’s Red, Black, Yellow, Brown and Other, representing the color ratio of girls across the planet. (I assume “Brown” included South Asians) And my mom had just urged me to shoot for 20%. Well, dad said I shouldn’t reach for 20%f of anything. It’s 100% of everything, or nothing. Looks like modern television is taking dad’s advice. Let’s look at how things are going on the boob tube.Continue reading
If you’ve read me before, it’s no finding of the lost ark that I specialize in the obscure, the bullshit, the altogether foolish. I’m fine with that, and if you’re reading this, then you are too. Today’s subject is the prime spectacle of 1980’s “Kung Fu Theater,” the television venue that not only led to my obsession with kung fu movies, but the Venom Mob in particular. They were a talented group of players for Shaw Brothers Productions, and their most revered film is entitled “The Five Deadly Venoms.” I worshiped this movie when I was a kid, but subsequent viewings have led me to wonder about all the plot problems within.Continue reading
I know that we’re screwing up the Earth and badly need to find a new place to stay. In fact, if the sun has its way, it’s a race against time before it eats us in 7 billion years. That said, we need to hustle off this rock asap. Forget the fact that the closest planet to ours is an inhospitable hell zone that we don’t have the necessary technology to even safely visit. That’s just silly semantics. Pack your shit, everybody. We’re gonna make it to the red world of 3-boobed women if it’s the last thing we do! (and it will be.)Continue reading
I’ve had a novel brewing in my head for some time now. It’s fantasy, even though I’ve never been the biggest fan of the genre. But I figured I’d find motivation in reading a few popular books in the line and I began with this one. I was right, as I’ve been banging through my writing and am on Chapter 3 already – and it looks good…
The first book in the series of five starts at the beginning. The VERY beginning of author Dave Eddings’ make-believe universe. A group of Gods create the world and everything in it. But one went bad, as they always do (Silmarilion?). What follows is a very basic premise: a fellowship bands together to recover a sacred orb that was stolen by a minion of the “bad” God. Let’s see how Mr. Eddings fares in the telling of his story, eh? Continue reading
“I’m 34, you know. I’m not going to be one of those bitches that ruins children.”
Lady Brett Ashley’s decision to not “ruin” children with settling down and raising a family works out just fine for her. She is one of a long line of literary Delilahs who turn male characters insane with adoration. Another one is Gatsby’s Daisy. There are more – the early 1900’s were littered with them. For some reason these hapless foolish fellows fall deeply in love with women in words who lead them into their dens of promises and false hopes, only to crush them before the story’s end. The early 1920’s seemed a rough time for men desperately in love. And blacks. Jews too. Continue reading
This book has been on my to-read list for a few years now. I picked it off a “Top 50 Books Men Should Read” site. Can’t say that I’m sure why this book would make it into such a group which also included “Paris Trout,” “The Sun Also Rises” and “Master and Margarita.” I don’t think I reviewed any of those books here so obviously my reading headway through said list is turtle-slow. But life is like that. There’s just other stuff to do. Author Tom Drury knows this all too well.Continue reading