1. i haven’t been in a major rush to read the rest of the series either, which makes me sad because i do enjoy it.

    yeah i know that weird zone, i’m in it for a lot of things too—the “oh, that was nice, i guess i’ll get around to the rest of it” graveyard of books.  me + the new vorkosigans, for instance, so i’m almost relieved to hear they’re bad.  relieves pressure

  2. who are these crawfords? are they characters?
    oh wait google says they might be lymond’s characters?

    skgsdlkjgsd YES you are not mistaken, the crawfords in question are the main character of the series (francis crawford, ‘lymond’ is more of a style after his lands) and his elder brother richard, and with the judgmental eyes of gogol and emma and the heavens upon me, i will leave it at that. O:D

    (no no, really, google avails you correctly!  we were implicitly comparing eugenides and francis crawford of lymond, which is like comparing imo a not-quite-convincing vegan cheesecake with a mcdonalds oreo mcflurry)

  3. a) yes it does b) WOULD THAT EDDIS HAD GONE THAT ROUTE??? or that we ever got an eddis book cough cough stares at sophos malignantly

    i remember that in like 2004, an older (read: college-aged) friend of mine made some comment about how richard mayhew of neverwhere was “one of those delightful understated protagonists that only gaiman writes” and i remember thinking, wait a minute, richard mayhew doesn’t have a goddamned personality.  none of neil gaiman’s main characters except morpheus have a personality.  the emperor has no personality wake up.  but i doubted myself because i was 14, maybe i was missing something understated and poignant.

    well, now time has vindicated me and i think we can all agree richard mayhew doesn’t have a personality.  and that is how i feel about like 6/10 of the characters in the queen’s thief, including eddis

  4. believe in miracles and they will know your true feelings

    the sad fact is i DO miss francis crawford.  I DO.  I MISS FRANCIS CRAWFORD

  5. idk emma lymond might have worked an alchemy where he’ll just be so grateful that costis isn’t jerott ………………

    SHIT.  while on the other hand making me MISS. FRANCIS.  CRAWFORD????

  6. No, I love King of Attolia, but if you hated the other two for containing no plot, hoo boy are you going to hate this one.

    Hey, I haven’t hated the first two Queen’s Thief books, I just thought they were overrated and underdeveloped (and to be fair, The Thief does have a plot, if nothing else).  But actually the pacing and plot issues weren’t my main problems there, they just left a void where there could’ve been diversions to distract me from my main problems!  (That being said, if I abandoned absolutely everything that underwhelmed me, that would make for a lot of unsatisfied curiosity.)

  7. edictalis replied to your post “2014 reading update”


    curiosity?  why, is it bad or something

    edictalis replied to your post “2014 reading update”

    also what’d you think of jirel of joiry

    I LIKED IT in that weird old sword and sorcery way; well, I liked “Black God’s Kiss” and “Hellsgarde” with the caveat that anyone who picks up this genre and period surely gets what they pay for, in several ways.  ”The Black Land” wasn’t bad either.

  8. 2014 reading update

    continued from here:

    Jirel of Joiry by C.L. Moore
    Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet 29 ed. Kelly Link and Gavin J. Grant
    The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester
    Glass, Irony & God by Anne Carson
    The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison
    The King Must Die by Mary Renault
    Through the Woods by Emily Carroll
    Granta 127 ed. Yuka Igarashi

    and currently:

    The Blank Slate by Steven Pinker (why)
    The King of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

  9. mediareporter:

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    Reblogged from sea-change

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    VALENTINE: If you knew the algorithm and fed it back say ten thousand times, each time there’d be a dot somewhere on the screen. You’d never know where to expect the next dot. But gradually you’d start to see this shape, because every dot will be inside the shape of this leaf. It wouldn’t be a leaf, it would be a mathematical object. But yes. The unpredictable and the predetermined unfold together to make everything the way it is. It’s how nature creates itself, on every scale, the snowflake and the snowstorm. It makes me so happy. To be at the beginning again, knowing almost nothing. People were talking about the end of physics. Relativity and quantum looked as if they were going to clean out the whole problem between them. A theory of everything But they only explained the very big and the very small. The universe, the elementary particles. The ordinary-sized stuff which is our lives, the things people write poetry about - clouds -daffodils - waterfalls - and what happens in a cup of coffee when the cream goes in - these things are full of mystery, as mysterious to us as the heavens were to the Greeks. We’re better at predicting events at the edge of the galaxy or inside the nucleus of an atom than whether it’ll rain on auntie’s garden party three Sundays from now. Because the problem turns out to be different. We can’t even predict the next drip from a dripping tap when it gets irregular. Each drip sets up the conditions for the next, the smallest variation blows prediction apart, and the weather is unpredictable the same way, will always be unpredictable. When you push the numbers through the computer you can see it on the screen. The future is disorder. A door like this has cracked open five or six times since we got up on our hind legs. It’s the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.
    — tom stoppard, arcadia