Looking back across my diary it's fairly obvious I really didn't do an awful lot of writing last week; checking I see it amounts to 623 words, which comes from having written a couple of blogs, and doing some minor revisions to Bad Dog.
It rather looks like I didn't get out of bed.
But it should be said I've been working on a couple of short story ideas using secondary character's from Strike Dog. I've even seen a way through the block I had with my other novel The Bureau, which only goes to show that there's a lot of thinking involved when writing.
Susan found Blindsight's lead protagonist rather off putting, for various reasons that I won't go into here, but enjoyed reading Echopraxia. She especially thought the zombies were an interesting idea, and scarily plausible. We then had a rather intense discussion about both books, with me being rather more forgiving about some of the the foibles my partner saw in Peter's writing.
However, I learnt a lot from reflecting on the discussion.
And as I said it provoked me to go back and add a couple of things to Bad Dog.
Mostly to clarify the point that my novel is not a time-travel story per se – it just looks like one, because I chose to tell the story in a linear fashion. The alternative would be to write it as a multiple stream of consciousness novel, which is realistically a non-starter – even if I was brilliant enough to be able to pull it off, which I'm not.
The pitch line would be a cross between Finnegans Wake and Dhalgren, neither of which I've been able to finish reading (this says more about me as a reader & writer than it does about either of the books), and I would imagine that the story would have a very limited appeal, and be a hard novel to sell.
What I have been doing with my time is reading, as I've started to enjoy reading fiction again. This is a bit of a relief, because if one wants to be a fiction writer it's kind of important to read fiction.
The sequels rollicked along, the characters were likeable enough, and there were enough twists and turns to keep one interested. I do think that the romance sub-plot had a tendency to derail the main plot, taking me out of the big picture, but Rachel seems to be on a mission to bring more romance to SF.
My only slight criticism is that the ending was a bit schmaltzy, and while that's OK, in this case I asked myself was there a third option for ending the book? (I'm referring to the concept of having one of two obvious endings, and then trying to find a better third ending that surprises the reader).
After finishing and enjoying those two novels I started reading Coming Home.
This is the latest novel in the Alex Benedict/Chase Kolpath series by Jack McDevitt, which I had been saving for the right time to read it. Jack McDevitt is one of my favourite go to authors; as in I buy his novels in hardback, rather than waiting for the paperback to come out.
I will say that his previous Priscilla Hutchins series novel Starhawk was a tad disappointing. It was a nice enough tale of her early life, acting as a prequel to the series, but it really didn't add anything to the story arc of the previous six novels about the clouds that destroy technological civilizations.
So let me start by saying that the first Alex Benedict novel, A Talent for War, was a hugely influential novel for me.
It's one of those books that stands out in my life as as having blown me away, and it would be one of my choices to take with me for a desert island stay. The sequels have all been told through the eyes of Alex Benedict's assistant Chase Kolpath, and this may be down to the fact that the lead character generally knows more than the reader, and to maintain the novels sense of suspense one has to write through the eyes of another character who doesn't know what's going on.
The alternative I imagine would be a set of short stories.
In the book set prior to Coming Home, called Firebird, Alex Benedict discovers what's causing starships to disappear in space. Mentioned because the plot of A Talent for War hinges on the starship with his Uncle disappearing.
Therefore this book forms a sort of trilogy with these two other novels, and in some sense it ties up the series for the reader. Whether this means the end of the Alex Benedict series I do not know. Jack has just finished a sequel to Ancient Shores, which up to now was a stand alone novel, to be called Thunderbird. This probably means I will have to go back and re-read Ancient Shores when the sequel comes out, because it's been nearly twenty years since that was written, and I can't remember the last time I read it.
So what am I saying here?
He's eighty years old, and still going strong as a writer, which is awesome; but he's eighty years old, and the number of novels he will write is time limited. So I'm grateful that Coming Home didn't disappoint me like Starhawk did.
For anyone who was undecided whether or not to read Coming Home, I would say that it hit all the right points for me; but it's a novel whose themes deal with loss and disappointment at the end of one's life, and therefore may not be everyone's cup of tea. I still recommend reading it.
Then as a bit of light fun I read Larry Correia's Monster Hunter Nemesis, a series whose pitch line might be the NRA meets Cthulhu.
I'm not going to comment here about the furore around Larry, because enough has been written that the noise to signal ratio is such that it's pointless to add anything more. I will say I like his Monster Hunter series. They make me laugh, and I get most of the gun related jokes too, which probably helps.
For me they're page turners that I find hard to put down, and Monster Hunter Nemesis certainly delivers. It adds to the mythos, expands some plot points, but I have two things to say against it. The first is that I feel that Agent Franks and Earl Harbinger really didn't need to have the fight to work out who was the better fighter - for me too much like fan service, because it added nothing to the plot; apart from some kick ass action of course, but that goes without saying, because this is Larry Correia we're talking about.
Secondly Agent Franks was just being a jerk not to mention the meaning of the tattoo on Julie Shackleford nee Mrs Pitt's neck. There said it.
Besides all the reading I've been watching a heap of stuff over the long Bank Holiday weekend.
I will talk another time about Lucy and Interstellar, because I want to do a longish compare and contrast of my reactions to watching both. What I want to mention now is Continuum, and ask why oh why is this not getting a full fourth season? That's a rhetorical question just in case it wasn't obvious.
Clearly it's not getting enough viewers, which makes me wonder are my tastes in TV SF so far off the norm that anything I like will be cancelled? Another rhetorical question, because yes is the answer.
Continuum is a time travel series set in Vancouver that I did wonder whether or not it would be cancelled because of it's subject matter?
The story concerns a cop from the future coming back into the past, and pursuing members of a future terrorist group called Liber8 (pronounced liberate). What makes the story interesting that the more it went on, the greyer the main protagonist became.
She starts as a staunch upholder of the law, which is run by corporations after the governments of the world collapsed, into a sympathizer of Liber8, who in turn have become understandable (or understandable as much as any group of fanatics can be whose modus operandi is killing people for the greater good).
It sometimes makes for quite uncomfortable viewing, which I think is a good thing, because it makes one question and think about what one is told is happening. So really not that surprised it is getting a short fourth season before going the way of all the good shows that I like.
So that's it for another week. Have a good one.