7 - Crown of Swords and 8 - Path of Daggers
I finished Path of Daggers before I got around to writing about Crown of Swords, so here they are together.
The pace of the action is starting to pick up over these last two books. Everything still runs together; I can't remember what happened in which book. I briefly tried to pick up a different series for a little bit but I felt compelled to keep working at the Wheel of Time.
I normally like to say something about each of the main characters, but there are so many of them and so much to say that I don't know where to start. Jordan keeps at these particular themes with the main characters and it really makes them well developed and vivid, but at the same time some of it gets a little repetitive. I suppose since they all came out several years apart maybe that's a good way to refresh someone's memory of what each person feels like.. but since I am reading them all back to back now it's a little much. Those recurring themes do evolve over time as the characters grow and gain experience, but slowly. I guess the word "evolve" came to mind for a reason.
There are so many characters that the minor ones really get lost in the shuffle. There are long passages - sometimes whole chapters - from the point of view of characters that I know he's introduces and grown over the previous 6,000 pages or so, but it's a shame I can't remember what they were like. There's just too much for me to follow sometimes.
..and, it seems, too much for the author to keep up with. He leaves one of the MAIN main characters in very dire straights at the end of the CoS and just leaves him there for all of PoD. Light, man, what happened to Mat? Maybe they'll get the band back together in the next one.
I almost - damn me - find myself wanting to go back and read them over again from the beginning. I hear there's a graphic novel. Maybe that's the way to go if I want to pick it back up someday. All in all, it's really good. He's not one for much flowery language, but the adventure and plot are so deep and broad and the characters so well done that the story really works (..and works, and works, and works).
9- Winter's Heart
I feel like we've made some good progress here. Good job, Rob.
This book felt balanced. All of the characters progressed here, most of them quite significantly. Mat has been found and his plot line is really good. He doesn't get a heck of a lot done in the world but he's brought to a very significant moment. Perrin didn't do a whole lot, but you can feel her and his significant other are getting somewhere - especially Falie.. and not where she wants to get.
Rand is betrayed again, is saved again and almost dies again. That seems to be a constant for him.
Egwene and Elayne are kicking ass and taking names. Nynaeve seems almost humble and helpful now. I really like this new character Cadsuane that you get to know so much better in this book. All of these Aes Sedai witches are sassy, but she has extra spice. Cadsuane suffers no fools.. except when she has to teach fools how to not be so foolish.
I also totally dig the new venue in this book. Far Madding is a really neat town where magic does not work. It makes it unique and separate from the whole rest of the world in that way. It was interesting to see the characters have to rely on their wits and their martial training to overcome challenges instead of just using The Power for everything.
Again: good job, Robert Jordan.
CoS
p248
"But here we will take care. It is the enemy you underestimate who kills you."
p464
Across the room , Julian paused with his hand over the stones board, giving her a look of outraged innocence. "How often must I say so?" Outraged innocence was one of the things men did best, especially when they were guilty as foxes in the henyard.
PoD
p 205
Quicksilver. A kingfisher flashing by faster than thought. Certainly faster than his thoughts. It would never have occurred to hide so.. flagrantly. But he could see the sense. It was like concealing the fact that you are a murderer by claiming to be a thief. Yet it might work.
P359
"Give up?" Siuan laughed. "I'll be giving up nothing." Her back straightened, and then passion. "The oaths are what makes us more than simply a group of women meddling in the affairs of the world. Or seven groups. Or fifty. The Oaths hold us together, a stated set of beliefs that bind us all, and a single thread running thru every sister, living or dead, back to the first to lay her hands on the Oath Rod. They are what makes us Aes Sedai, not salidar. Any wilder can channel. Men look at what we say from six sides, but when a sister says "This is so," they know it's true, and they trust. Because of the Oaths, no queen fears that sisters will lay waste to her cities. The worst villain knows that he's safe in his life with a sister unless he tries to harm her. Oh, the White Cloaks call them lies, and some people have strange ideas about what the Oaths entail, but there are very few places that an Aes Sedai cannot go, and be listened to, because of the Oaths. The Three Oaths are what it is to be Aes Sedai, the heart of being Aes Sedai. Throw that on the rubbish heap, and we'll be sand washing away in the tide. Give up? I'll be gaining."
p590
And these were Rand's rooms; the comfort of that alone outweighed any amount of oppression. An irritating thought. This was Rand's room if her ever deigned to return.
A very irritating thought. Being in love with a man seemed to consist largely of a great many irritating admissions to yourself.
WH
p660
Great captains earned their reputation not just by laying brilliant plans, but for still being able to find victory after those plans began to fall apart.
P697
She is wrong, Lews Therin murmured in his head. Battles can alter history. He did not sound pleased with it. The trouble is, you can not say how history will be changed until it is too late.
p966
"You can never know everything," Lan said quietly, "and part of what you know is always wrong. Perhaps even the most important part. A portion of wisdom lies in knowing that. A portion of courage lies in going on anyway."
Wednesday, February 28, 2018
Saturday, September 30, 2017
#94 The Caves of Steel by Isaac Asimov
True to form, Asimov wrote a book that actually fits another genre better but takes place in a futuristic setting. This is detective murder mystery novel set set in New York several thousand years hence. Humanity has spread to the starts, yet the people that have remained on earth have turned suspicious of their celestial brethren, seeing them as haughty and elitist. Earthlings generally stay on earth and the one Spacer town, located right next to New York, is called called "Space Town". Yep.. just Space Town. Way to stretch for that one, Isaac.
There has been a Murder in Space Town and New York police detective Elijah Bailey is tasked to solve it with the help of an unusually human looking robot partner R. Daniel Olivaw. The problem is Earthlings not only dislike Spacers, they fear and distrust (but still use) robots. The suspect couldn't possibly be a spacer because they are above such silly things like murder, but humans almost never venture outside of their completely encapsulated giant cave like cities. ..so whodunit?
It's a good book, but nothing terribly moving. I think that's been my reaction to all of Asimov's works. If I give it just a B+ grade is that a sacrilege? Will I be cursed by the Sci-Fi gods forever? Would the Sci-Fi gods see the irony in using such a Fantasy device as a curse? We'll see, I guess..
Introduction
Even as a youngster, though, I could not bring myself to believe that if knowledge presented a danger, the solution was ignorance. To me, it always seemed that the solution has to be wisdom.
p21
The government called it growing pains. It shook it's collective head sorrowfully and assured everyone that after a necessary period of adjustment, a new and better life would exist for all.
P133
"Because the human form is the most successful generalized forem in all of nature. We are not a specialized animal, Ms. Bailey, except for our nervous system and a few odd items. If you want a design capable of doing a great many widely various things, , all fairly well, you can do no better then to imitate the human form. Besides that, our entire technology is based on the human form...
It is easier to have robots imitate the human shape than to redesign radically the very philosophy of our tools."
There has been a Murder in Space Town and New York police detective Elijah Bailey is tasked to solve it with the help of an unusually human looking robot partner R. Daniel Olivaw. The problem is Earthlings not only dislike Spacers, they fear and distrust (but still use) robots. The suspect couldn't possibly be a spacer because they are above such silly things like murder, but humans almost never venture outside of their completely encapsulated giant cave like cities. ..so whodunit?
It's a good book, but nothing terribly moving. I think that's been my reaction to all of Asimov's works. If I give it just a B+ grade is that a sacrilege? Will I be cursed by the Sci-Fi gods forever? Would the Sci-Fi gods see the irony in using such a Fantasy device as a curse? We'll see, I guess..
Introduction
Even as a youngster, though, I could not bring myself to believe that if knowledge presented a danger, the solution was ignorance. To me, it always seemed that the solution has to be wisdom.
p21
The government called it growing pains. It shook it's collective head sorrowfully and assured everyone that after a necessary period of adjustment, a new and better life would exist for all.
P133
"Because the human form is the most successful generalized forem in all of nature. We are not a specialized animal, Ms. Bailey, except for our nervous system and a few odd items. If you want a design capable of doing a great many widely various things, , all fairly well, you can do no better then to imitate the human form. Besides that, our entire technology is based on the human form...
It is easier to have robots imitate the human shape than to redesign radically the very philosophy of our tools."
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
#90 The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock entry 2 of 2
I already posted about the first two books several weeks ago and I really liked them. I couldn't find book 3 and I just finished number 4 - The Vanishing Tower, and number 5 - The Bane of the Black Sword. I think there is another three, but I'm calling it here. No mas.
It took me way too ling to trudge thru those short books (175 and 157 pages respectively) because ot just got to be a chore. Book 4 pretty much caught me up on what I missed in book three - which is the same as books 1, 2, 5 and probably all the rest too. Super powerful dude kills people with super powerful sword and when he is in a bind, he gets help from super powerful elementals and gods and stuff.. over and over again.
The charm of the hero being mighty instead of meek is lost on the rehash of the same old story. If anyone reading this can attest to the notion that it gets better in the later books please comment. If that is indeed the case maybe I'll go read them too.. If not, we're done here.
TVT
p130
The sand rippled as the wind blew it so that the dunes seemed like waves in an almost petrified sea. Stark fangs of rock jutted here and there - the remains of mountain randes that had been eroded by the wind. And a mournful sighing could be heard, as if the sand remembered when it had been rock and the stones of cities and the bones of men and beasts and longed for its resurrection, sighed at the memory of death.
TBotBS
p85
Framed in the doorway stood the King from Beneath the Hill.
The long-dead monarch had been raised by Veerkad whose own blood had completed the work of the resurrection. He stood in rotting robes, his fleshless bones covered by tight, tattered skin. His heart dod not beat, for he had none; he drew no breath, for his lungs had been eaten by the creatures which feasted on such things. But, horribly, he lived..
It took me way too ling to trudge thru those short books (175 and 157 pages respectively) because ot just got to be a chore. Book 4 pretty much caught me up on what I missed in book three - which is the same as books 1, 2, 5 and probably all the rest too. Super powerful dude kills people with super powerful sword and when he is in a bind, he gets help from super powerful elementals and gods and stuff.. over and over again.
The charm of the hero being mighty instead of meek is lost on the rehash of the same old story. If anyone reading this can attest to the notion that it gets better in the later books please comment. If that is indeed the case maybe I'll go read them too.. If not, we're done here.
TVT
p130
The sand rippled as the wind blew it so that the dunes seemed like waves in an almost petrified sea. Stark fangs of rock jutted here and there - the remains of mountain randes that had been eroded by the wind. And a mournful sighing could be heard, as if the sand remembered when it had been rock and the stones of cities and the bones of men and beasts and longed for its resurrection, sighed at the memory of death.
TBotBS
p85
Framed in the doorway stood the King from Beneath the Hill.
The long-dead monarch had been raised by Veerkad whose own blood had completed the work of the resurrection. He stood in rotting robes, his fleshless bones covered by tight, tattered skin. His heart dod not beat, for he had none; he drew no breath, for his lungs had been eaten by the creatures which feasted on such things. But, horribly, he lived..
Monday, July 31, 2017
#72 A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne
I definitely liked it better than 20,000 leagues under the sea. He does spend a full two pages talking about how coal is formed, but there's not as much of that as in the other one. Harry, his uncel Professor VonHardwig and the mighty Hans climb up a volcano in Iceland after reading a several hundred year old text someone claiming it lead them to the center of the earth. Hilarity ensues.
Well, not really. It is a bit drawn out in parts but rather good overall. I feel like he hit the mark more with capturing the dramatic episodes in this book. The best part is the crushing loneliness and dark despair when the party gets separated.
P127 Lost! Lost! LOST!!!
Lost at a depth which, to mu finite understanding, appeared to be immeasurable. These thirty leagues of the crust of the earth weighed upon my shoulders like the globe on the shoulders of Atlas. I felt myself crushed by an awful weight. It was indeed a position to drive the sanest man to madness!
I tried to bring my thoughts back to the world so long forgotten. It was with the greatest difficulty that I seceded in doing so.
...
They were before me, but now unreal. Under the influence of a terrible hallucination I saw the whole incident of our journey pass before me like the scenes of a panorama. I said to myself that, if in my position I retained the most faint and shadowy outline of hope, it would be a sure sign of approaching delirium. It were better to give way wholly to despair!
In fact, I did but reason with calmness and philosophy, what human power was there in existence able to take me back to the surface of the earth, and ready, too, to slot asunder, to rend in twain those huge mighty vaults which stand above my head?
p129
I tried to cry aloud, but hoarse, hollow, and inarticulate sounds alone could make themselves heard through my parched lips. I literally panted for breath.
In the midst of all these terrible sources of anguish and despair, a new horror took possession of my soul. My lamp, by falling down, had got out of order. I had no means of repairing it. Its light was already becoming paler and paler and would soon expire.
...
At last, one final trembling flame remained in the lamp; I followed it with all the power of my vision; I gasped for breath; I concentrated upon it all the power of my soul, as upon the last scintillation of light i was ever destined to see: and then I was to be lost forever in Cimmerian and tenebrous shades.
Well, not really. It is a bit drawn out in parts but rather good overall. I feel like he hit the mark more with capturing the dramatic episodes in this book. The best part is the crushing loneliness and dark despair when the party gets separated.
P127 Lost! Lost! LOST!!!
Lost at a depth which, to mu finite understanding, appeared to be immeasurable. These thirty leagues of the crust of the earth weighed upon my shoulders like the globe on the shoulders of Atlas. I felt myself crushed by an awful weight. It was indeed a position to drive the sanest man to madness!
I tried to bring my thoughts back to the world so long forgotten. It was with the greatest difficulty that I seceded in doing so.
...
They were before me, but now unreal. Under the influence of a terrible hallucination I saw the whole incident of our journey pass before me like the scenes of a panorama. I said to myself that, if in my position I retained the most faint and shadowy outline of hope, it would be a sure sign of approaching delirium. It were better to give way wholly to despair!
In fact, I did but reason with calmness and philosophy, what human power was there in existence able to take me back to the surface of the earth, and ready, too, to slot asunder, to rend in twain those huge mighty vaults which stand above my head?
p129
I tried to cry aloud, but hoarse, hollow, and inarticulate sounds alone could make themselves heard through my parched lips. I literally panted for breath.
In the midst of all these terrible sources of anguish and despair, a new horror took possession of my soul. My lamp, by falling down, had got out of order. I had no means of repairing it. Its light was already becoming paler and paler and would soon expire.
...
At last, one final trembling flame remained in the lamp; I followed it with all the power of my vision; I gasped for breath; I concentrated upon it all the power of my soul, as upon the last scintillation of light i was ever destined to see: and then I was to be lost forever in Cimmerian and tenebrous shades.
Wednesday, June 28, 2017
#24 2001 A Space Odyssey by Arthur C Clarke
The biggest revelation here is that the book is actually based on the screenplay for the film. Clarke and Kubrick collaborated on this from the start.
And just like the movie, the book almost gets too big for itself. Clarke's other works seem to expand in scope until they reach a point where the mind can't comprehend what is being imagined. I guess that's the point really. To illustrate how really small we are in the vast possibilities of the universe.
Naturally, being married fro the start, the book and the film follow quite closely. I understand the thoughts behind the monolith at the dawn of man. I understand it's prompting of the man-apes to evolve and use the brain.
Then skip the next three million years.
The monolith found on the moon sets in motion the voyage whereon the monolith reaps the bounty of the progress of human intelligence.
Hal is actually not really integral to the overall plot. It is entirely a side story. A good one, but Poole was already going to rendezvous with the monolith, even if Hal didn't wig out.
P xvii
Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet earth.
Now that is an interesting number, for by a curious coincidence there are approximately a hundred billion stars in out local universe, the Milky Way. So for every man who has ever lived, in the Universe there shines a star.
P107
Sometimes, during lonely hours on the control deck, Bowman would listen to this radiation. He would turn up the gain until the room filled with a crackling, hissing roar; out of this background, at irregular intervals, emerged brief whistles and peeps like the cries of demented birds. It was an eerie sound, for it had nothing to do with man; it was as lonely and as meaningless as the murmur of waves on a beach, or the distant crash of thunder beyond the horizon.
And just like the movie, the book almost gets too big for itself. Clarke's other works seem to expand in scope until they reach a point where the mind can't comprehend what is being imagined. I guess that's the point really. To illustrate how really small we are in the vast possibilities of the universe.
Naturally, being married fro the start, the book and the film follow quite closely. I understand the thoughts behind the monolith at the dawn of man. I understand it's prompting of the man-apes to evolve and use the brain.
Then skip the next three million years.
The monolith found on the moon sets in motion the voyage whereon the monolith reaps the bounty of the progress of human intelligence.
Hal is actually not really integral to the overall plot. It is entirely a side story. A good one, but Poole was already going to rendezvous with the monolith, even if Hal didn't wig out.
P xvii
Behind every man now alive stand thirty ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living. Since the dawn of time, roughly a hundred billion human beings have walked the planet earth.
Now that is an interesting number, for by a curious coincidence there are approximately a hundred billion stars in out local universe, the Milky Way. So for every man who has ever lived, in the Universe there shines a star.
P107
Sometimes, during lonely hours on the control deck, Bowman would listen to this radiation. He would turn up the gain until the room filled with a crackling, hissing roar; out of this background, at irregular intervals, emerged brief whistles and peeps like the cries of demented birds. It was an eerie sound, for it had nothing to do with man; it was as lonely and as meaningless as the murmur of waves on a beach, or the distant crash of thunder beyond the horizon.
#90 The Elric Saga by Michael Moorcock 2 of 8
Now THIS is high fantasy. I haven read a book quite like these. It is fast moving, grand, and epic in every aspect. It only take a few pages for you to understand Elric and his surroundings. He is the emperor of a nation that ruled with ultimate and fierce authority over all of the world for time out of mind. But he is the lesser son of a not as great father of a line that is failing of a society that has gotten complacent. He is a warrior with magic armor and sword. He is a wizard with powerful potions and control of the elements.
He is everything that the meager "little guy" heroes of all the other fantasy books are not. And that's nice for a change.
The story sweeps right along as he vies with his would be usurper cousin who is after his throne. He sails his fleet of gigantic golden ships out to destroy raiders. He speaks with elementals. He comes back from the dead. All in 180 pages!
In the second book he cavorts with more elementals, sails to wondrous new planes of existence, merges with other powerful warriors to destroy a pair of minor gods, resurrects the soul of a colossus that his ancestors once fled from before they became rulers of the rest of the world.. in a mere 160.
Some books you are barely getting to get acquainted by page 340. I lipke it!
P19 - book 1 Elric of Melinbone
"He will not be happy until you are destroyed, Elric."
"Or is destroyed himself, Cymoril... Your brother is inclined to absolutes, is he not? How the weak hate weakness."
P45 book 2 The Sailor on the Seas of Fate
The sword flung back, its blade slicing through tens of thousands of dimensions and drawing their power to it. Then it began to swing back. It swung and black light bellowed from its blade. It swung and Agack became aware of it. His body began to alter. Down toward the sorcerer's great eye, down towards Agack's intelligence pool swept the great black blade.
He is everything that the meager "little guy" heroes of all the other fantasy books are not. And that's nice for a change.
The story sweeps right along as he vies with his would be usurper cousin who is after his throne. He sails his fleet of gigantic golden ships out to destroy raiders. He speaks with elementals. He comes back from the dead. All in 180 pages!
In the second book he cavorts with more elementals, sails to wondrous new planes of existence, merges with other powerful warriors to destroy a pair of minor gods, resurrects the soul of a colossus that his ancestors once fled from before they became rulers of the rest of the world.. in a mere 160.
Some books you are barely getting to get acquainted by page 340. I lipke it!
P19 - book 1 Elric of Melinbone
"He will not be happy until you are destroyed, Elric."
"Or is destroyed himself, Cymoril... Your brother is inclined to absolutes, is he not? How the weak hate weakness."
P45 book 2 The Sailor on the Seas of Fate
The sword flung back, its blade slicing through tens of thousands of dimensions and drawing their power to it. Then it began to swing back. It swung and black light bellowed from its blade. It swung and Agack became aware of it. His body began to alter. Down toward the sorcerer's great eye, down towards Agack's intelligence pool swept the great black blade.
#51 Hyperion by Dan Simmons
It was OK. Good but not great.
Your stereotypical semi-retired space captain has to come out of retirement to accompany a group of grudging pilgrims as they head to the dangerous world of Hyperion. There is a god on Hyperion - the Shrike - who is entwined in the stories of all seven of the group of which The Council is one. The council has a name too somewhere, but nobody ever calls him by it. He goes solely by the odd title of council. Maybe he's not so much of a "captain" but more of a public servant of some sort... I didn't really get his backstory and it didn't seem to matter. It was probably there, but I don't honestly feel like I missed much. Apparently it wasn't all that gripping..
On the voyage to the planet and the march thru the dangerous wasteland haunted by the Shrike they take turns telling their stories as to why they need take this perilous journey in the first place. The priest's story is the best, but It's not even HIS story. He id following in the footsteps of another priest who came as a missionary previously. Why THIS guy needs to come himself.. I don't really know.
The Corporal's story is interesting too. I think he is haunted by the ghost of an ex lover or something. Again, I think I missed something there.
The poet's story makes more sense. He used to live on Hyperion and his writing has some connection with the Shrike slaughtering people. I don't know why he in on the journey, but at least I see the connection.
The private detective; I cant remember why she is involved either. She fell in love with a computer reincarnation of WB Yeats. Neat concept. Pertinent how?
The ship captain just seemed to be along for the ride.
The best story - and the one that firs best for plot - is the professor and his daughter. His baby used to be a scientist investigating mysteries on Hyperion when she was exposed to something that makes her age backwards and forget everything of the days she has lost. It's actually a really cool part of the story. She is an infant now and soon she will progress back to before she was born and ..die?
All in all I think I missed a lot, but I don't feel inspired to go back and figure it out.
Eh.. oh well.
P155
He thought briefly that such an anticlimax would be the universe's fitting verdict on his martial pretensions: the brave warrior floating off in to near-planet orbit.. He would end his life as useless and harmless as a child's runaway balloon.
P192
"Words are the only bullets in the truth's bandoleer. And Poets are the snipers."
P249
Another friend, a child psychologist from the college, once commented that Rachel at age five showed the most reliable indications of true giftedness in a young person: structured curiosity, empathy for others, compassion, and a fierce sense of fair play.
Your stereotypical semi-retired space captain has to come out of retirement to accompany a group of grudging pilgrims as they head to the dangerous world of Hyperion. There is a god on Hyperion - the Shrike - who is entwined in the stories of all seven of the group of which The Council is one. The council has a name too somewhere, but nobody ever calls him by it. He goes solely by the odd title of council. Maybe he's not so much of a "captain" but more of a public servant of some sort... I didn't really get his backstory and it didn't seem to matter. It was probably there, but I don't honestly feel like I missed much. Apparently it wasn't all that gripping..
On the voyage to the planet and the march thru the dangerous wasteland haunted by the Shrike they take turns telling their stories as to why they need take this perilous journey in the first place. The priest's story is the best, but It's not even HIS story. He id following in the footsteps of another priest who came as a missionary previously. Why THIS guy needs to come himself.. I don't really know.
The Corporal's story is interesting too. I think he is haunted by the ghost of an ex lover or something. Again, I think I missed something there.
The poet's story makes more sense. He used to live on Hyperion and his writing has some connection with the Shrike slaughtering people. I don't know why he in on the journey, but at least I see the connection.
The private detective; I cant remember why she is involved either. She fell in love with a computer reincarnation of WB Yeats. Neat concept. Pertinent how?
The ship captain just seemed to be along for the ride.
The best story - and the one that firs best for plot - is the professor and his daughter. His baby used to be a scientist investigating mysteries on Hyperion when she was exposed to something that makes her age backwards and forget everything of the days she has lost. It's actually a really cool part of the story. She is an infant now and soon she will progress back to before she was born and ..die?
All in all I think I missed a lot, but I don't feel inspired to go back and figure it out.
Eh.. oh well.
P155
He thought briefly that such an anticlimax would be the universe's fitting verdict on his martial pretensions: the brave warrior floating off in to near-planet orbit.. He would end his life as useless and harmless as a child's runaway balloon.
P192
"Words are the only bullets in the truth's bandoleer. And Poets are the snipers."
P249
Another friend, a child psychologist from the college, once commented that Rachel at age five showed the most reliable indications of true giftedness in a young person: structured curiosity, empathy for others, compassion, and a fierce sense of fair play.
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