REVIEW: Ken Liu’s THE GRACE OF KINGS

18952341Ken Liu has had a hell of a year.  You may recall my review of Cixin Liu’s The Three-Body Problem, which I loved, and which I note seems to have grown in my estimation since I wrote the review.  Ken Liu, who is not related to Cixin Liu, translated that book, meaning he was at least partially responsible for (at the moment) my favorite science fiction book of the year.

And now he is solely responsible for my favorite fantasy book of the year.  His debut novel The Grace of Kings is a genuinely remarkable work, one of the most inventive and interesting fantasy stories I’ve read in years.  It is billed as Book One of The Dandelion Dynasty, but tells a complete enough story that it doesn’t feel like it needs a sequel to be complete.  This is a good thing; this is a weighty tome (640 pages) with a complicated list of characters, a map in the front that is absolutely critical to a clear understanding of what’s going on, and a timespan that covers at least several years and may actually stretch out to close to a couple of decades.  This book demands that you pay attention to it, but is crazily rewarding to those who do.

Liu calls the genre of the book “silkpunk,” meaning a fantasy-science fiction hybrid heavily infused with Chinese culture, but I’d say for all that the book is squarely in the fantasy genre anyway– it’s just fantasy featuring airships, battle kites (yes, battle kites,) giant mechanical whales, and a few other awesome things I won’t spoil here.

But it also has a main character who is eight feet tall and has two pupils in each of his eyes, who fights with a sword in one hand and a giant tetsubo in the other, a magic book, and a subplot involving the gods that is the only real hint that there are more books coming in this series.  My sole reservation is to point out that you really do need to pay attention while you’re reading, as the book is chockfull of characters with unfamiliar Chinese names and keeping them straight can be a bit of a challenge at times.  Other than that?  I loved this fucking book and you should buy it and read it right now.  If this isn’t still my favorite book of the year at the end of 2015 it will have been an outstanding year for reading.

#ATOZCHALLENGE, Day 23: Wu-Tang Clan

WArtist: Wu-Tang Clan
Best Album: Enter the Wu-Tang (36 Chambers)
Best Song: C.R.E.A.M.
This Letter Could Have Been About: Watsky, Whodini, Wyclef Jean, Westside Connection

Why I’m Writing About This Artist: This is another one of those “Where do I start?” artists.  How about the roster?  From memory: The RZA, the GZA, Method Man, Raekwon the Chef, Ol’ Dirty Bastard, Ghostface Killah, Masta Killa, Inspectah Deck.  The ones I had to hit Wikipedia to remember: Cappadonna and U-God.  Understand that each of those guys has multiple solo albums along with the seven albums the Clan released and a few under pseudonyms or “related” acts like the Killa Beez.  It would take a dissertation to explain how the Clan’s various works fit together and I’m trying to limit myself to 500 words here.  Let’s just say this: by 1993, when Enter the Wu-Tang came out, the golden age of hiphop was drawing to a close.  In fact, I’d be comfortable calling Enter the Wu-Tang the final album of that era.

It was… different.  For starters, there were like 600 guys in the group.  Then there was the constant references to Eastern mysticism and the near-constant sampling of kung-fu flicks.  The Clan was a breath of fresh, if insane, air.  And they blew the hell up, starting a clothing line and who knows what else.  I’m pretty sure you could get Wu-Tang action figures at one point.

Add, at the very least, Enter the Wu-Tang to your record collection immediately if you don’t already own it.

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REVIEWS: Katherine Lampe’s DRAGONS OF THE MIND & Robert Bevan’s CRITICAL FAILURES

5902269I took my Kindle with me on the trip, and actually got some reading done from my backlog.  Considering how much of my writing income is made up from ebooks, I really ought to find a way to integrate this thing into my regular reading life, but at least I leave town every now and again.

Katherine Lampe’s Dragons of the Mind: Seven Fairy Tales is interesting.  It’s a side project from her Caitlin Ross urban fantasy series– a series I haven’t read yet but the first book is on my Kindle waiting for me.  The first story in Dragons is a modern retelling of Puss in Boots, and is the closest to the urban fantasy genre the rest of her books fit into.  The remainder are more traditional fairy tales, and unless my Grimm calibrator is off the rest of the stories aren’t necessarily retellings of older tales.  Interestingly, Cat, Sack, Boots was my least favorite of the stories in the book; I found Lampe’s writing to be much stronger in the quasi-formal, repetitive tone of the more traditional stories that followed, and the second story, entitled The Harper on the Hill, was strong enough that I read it twice through before moving on to the third.  Another strong effort was the sixth story, Whiskers and Fur, which is about cats.  Lots of cats.  It has a fascinating hallucinatory quality to it that I liked a lot and was one of the highlights of the collection.

Dragons of the Mind can be had at the scant price of $2.99 from the Amazon, and is also available in print.  You can also follow Katherine on Twitter if you like; she is reliably interesting and entertaining, so you should.

71Wjru0HgAL._SL1500_I four-starred both of these books on Goodreads, but you should understand that the first is a full four-star and the second is more three and a half.  I had downloaded Critical Failures long enough ago that I had honestly forgotten about it, and opened it on the flight from Atlanta to Raleigh just to see what it was.  I ended up finishing it before I landed, and that isn’t a terribly long flight.  (Note that this is a compliment.) You’ll get a good idea of what the book is about from the (rather striking, if I’m being honest) cover; it involves some D&D players (yeah, he calls it “Caverns and Creatures,” but it’s D&D, and nothing else is altered but the name of the game) being forcibly transported into the game and having to live their lives as their characters–which works out well for them when their characters are atheistic clerics and less so when their characters are half-orc barbarians with Charisma scores of 4.

It’s entertaining, but calling it “juvenile” doesn’t quite do it justice.  See how he uses the word “shit” right there on the cover?  I have a rule about profanity in my books: I use it, but on my second pass through the manuscript I try to eliminate half of it.

Robert Bevan does not have that rule.

There are so, so many swear words in this book.  So many “your mom” jokes, although some of them are genuinely hilarious.  And dear lord you could put together any five or six other books from my shelves and not have half the number of instances of vomiting and pants-befouling as happen in this book.  But the story itself is fun, and the ending clever enough that it pulled the book up to three and a half stars from the somewhat less than that it was before, and got me to order the second book.

You can order Critical Failures from Amazon for $4.99.

STATION IDENTIFICATION: Infinitefreetime.com

Hi!  I’m Luther Siler.  I’m the author of Skylights, available for $4.95 from Amazon, and The Benevolence Archives.  You can download Volume 1 for free from Smashwords or OpenBooks.com.  Volume 2, The Sanctum of the Sphere, is out this Tuesday, April 28th, and can be pre-ordered from Amazon here. The digital version is $4.95.  The print version, which will retail for $14.99, will be an omnibus edition containing both volumes of The Benevolence Archives.

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#ATOZCHALLENGE, Sunday Supplement 4: Eric B. & Rakim

A2Z-BADGE-0002015-LifeisGood-230_zps660c38a0Artist: Eric B. & Rakim
Best Album: Paid In Full
Best Song: Let the Rhythm Hit ‘Em

Why I’m Writing About This Artist: I’ve said before that the easiest way to see how influential a rap artist is is to check and see how often their lyrics are quoted or sampled by future artists.  By that standard Eric B. & Rakim are the most influential rap duo of all time.  Virtually every single line of Paid in Full has been turned into a hook or repurposed by someone.  Rakim is one of the greatest lyricists in the history of rap, period.  This was another “No way to leave them out” group.  Go ahead, give the couple of videos here a listen and see how much of it sounds familiar already.  It won’t be hard.

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#ATOZCHALLENGE, Day 22: Vanilla Ice

VArtist: Vanilla Ice
Best Album: To The Extreme
Best Song: Ice Ice Baby
This Letter Could Have Been About: Would I have written about Vanilla Ice if I had other options?

Why I’m Writing About This Artist: The music business kinda lost its mind for a while in 1990.  The hivemind decided it was time for rap music to become more broadly known and accepted, especially by white people.  It was time for rap to have some chart-topping hits.

And who received that honor?  Who was the sure-to-be-immortal musician to write and perform rap’s first chart-topping hit?

Vanilla fucking Ice, whose debut To the Extreme somehow spent sixteen damn weeks at #1 on the Billboard charts.  And closely following him?  MC Hammer, who wasn’t a whole damn lot better.

Sigh.

The thing is?  The Vanilla Ice Project, his current reality TV series where he renovates a mansion, is actually kind of entertaining.  But, Jesus, this guy being this popular is one of those things from the nineties that everyone wants to admit never happened.

A few other thematic videos following the obligatory Ice Ice Baby video here.  Note that I genuinely love at least one of these songs; feel free to guess which one in comments.

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In which I don’t know where they find these people

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pI am either the most arrogant sonofabitch on the planet, an utter wizard at doing large-room presentations, or both, because it never goddamn fails that I always think I can do a better job than the people presenting at these conferences.  It took precisely 45 minutes for me to walk out of my first breakout conference, and it was the first breakout conference of the convention, so I’m either at 1/1 or 0/1 so far depending on how you’re keeping track.

I wasn’t alone.  These sessions are a scant  hour and fifteen minutes long.  If I paid five hundred dollars of gubmint money to be able to attend this thing– and I did– then I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect the presenters to prepare an hour and fifteen minutes of actual material before they come to present, and to actually have something to say about the topic on which they are supposedly presenting.  If I attend a talk that references starting new magnet schools in the title of the talk, I assume based on that title that the people doing the talk have started a magnet school or perhaps started a series of magnet schools and that they feel like they have something useful to pass on to others about this process.

In other words, I want to go there to hear you talk about your subject, and not to have conversations with “elbow partners” about poorly-defined subjects that no one in the room really quite gets, and I sure as fuck don’t want you to spend seven minutes talking about how it’s important that we conclude our sixty-second elbow talks in sixty seconds because we have a schedule to keep to.

When you lead into your fourth “elbow talk” in 45 minutes, and you announce that this one will require all of us to change our seats based on a topic we supposedly chose a few minutes ago (no one chose a topic, because we didn’t know what the fuck you were talking about or why we were doing it) and then to “ideate” for four and a half minutes, and then you spend ten minutes talking about the difference between “ideating” and “brainstorming,” which boils down to “we want to use a fancier word for made-up differences between the terms,” you’re making it very fucking clear that you had no plan for this whatsoever and that you are deliberately and perniciously wasting my time, and I start doing the math and determining how much of a refund you personally owe all of the motherfuckers in the room who spent $500 for this conference before we paid for transportation, hotel rooms, or meals.

Hint: five figures.  Which had muhfuckin’ better well be bigger than your speaking fee, you waste of flesh.


A positive: I spent my “elbow sessions” talking with an elderly white man from Plaquemines Parish in Louisiana.  I initially began our conversation by carefully calibrating my expectations for Elderly White Man from Louisiana, only to accidentally trigger a truly delightful anti-Bobby Jindal rant a moment later.  His name was Elvis, which only made him more fun to talk to.  Unfortunately, he bailed at the same time I did, as we both realized at once that the presenters literally had nothing of value to say.  I like you, Elvis.  I hope the rest of your conference goes better.

#ATOZCHALLENGE, Day 21: Digital Underground

UArtist: Digital Underground (shut up, it counts)
Best Album: Sons of the P
Best Song: Good Thing We’re Rappin’
This Letter Could Have Been About: U-God, except no, not really

Why I’m Writing About This Artist: Because Digital Underground pulled off the greatest con in the history of music.  Yes, the history of music, not the history of hiphop, although it’s entirely possible that I was the only one fooled.

Here’s the deal about Digital Underground: They’re mostly a duo, although there’s a few other members of the posse who pop in every now and again, the two main rappers are Shock-G and Humpty Hump.  Humpty wears a hat, thick glasses and a prominent fake nose every time he appears.

The two trade verses.  They appear on screen together.  They argue with each other on albums.

And they are the same fucking guy.

I never knew this.  It never even occurred to me that they might be the same guy.  Sure, they looked alike; lots of guys look like other guys, especially with that much other junk on their faces.  But they sounded different enough that it never occurred to me, until, god, maybe two decades after buying my first Digital Underground CD I heard an interview with Shock-G where he, in mid-sentence, dropped his voice a register or two and slid straight into concluding the rest of the interview as Humpty Hump, without bothering to put the glasses on.  It blew my fucking mind.

The fact that their music is fantastic is utterly beside the point.  The gimmick alone makes them one of hiphop’s greatest bands.  Shock-G’s solo albums are pretty damn good too; check out Fear of a Mixed Planet.

(By the way, yes, that’s Tupac in the Yankees jersey in the final, ridiculous video.  He got his start as a backup dancer for Digital Underground and I’m pretty sure this is his first recorded verse.)

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