Many of You Have Dumb Opinions: A Review of @ChuckWendig’s STAR WARS: AFTERMATH

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I was as disappointed as anyone when Disney decided to wipe out the Expanded Universe.

Wait, no, that’s not true.  I was as disappointed as any normal person when Disney decided to wipe out the Expanded Universe.  I did not go on to act like an insane asshole about it, though, and many people chose that route, so I clearly wasn’t as disappointed as anyone.  I hung out with(*) Timothy Zahn this summer, the guy who wrote the Thrawn books, and he seemed like he was having a pretty normal weekend, so I figure I can probably find a way to move on if he can.

I have been further disappointed by the fact that I have hated every single New EU book that has come out so far.  I’ve bought all but one of them– I haven’t grabbed Dark Disciple yet, for no good reason– because I am an eternal optimist and a creature of habit, but I literally haven’t finished one of them, because they have been terrible.  Maybe I finished A New Dawn.  I’m a huge fan of Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid series, and I was enormously excited that he was writing a Star Wars book.  It turns out that first-person Luke Skywalker books should be illegal, and Heir to the Jedi was one of the worst books I’ve ever read.  Half of one, anyway; I didn’t come close to finishing it.

Star Wars books had one more chance, and that one chance was Star Wars: Aftermath.  I love Chuck Wendig, but I love Kevin Hearne too, and that didn’t work out so well.

And then the reviews started rolling in, and they were awful, and it almost kept me from ordering the book until I realized the incredible percentage of poor reviews that were clearly written by morons.  So I bought the book and I read it.

Star Wars: Aftermath is not my favorite Star Wars book.  Star Wars: Aftermath is not my favorite Chuck Wendig book, either.  That honor goes to The Blue Blazes, which, c’mon, sequel already.

Here are some good reasons to not like Aftermath:

  • Chuck Wendig’s typical writing style– present tense, with choppy sentences and occasionally deliberately brutalized syntax– is hardly Star Wars house style.  If you’re not ready for it– I was, obviously, because I’ve read his books before– it can be jarring.
  • The book is focused on minor and/or new characters.  Han Solo and Chewbacca show up for an interlude section, and do not affect the main narrative in any way.  I can see this being disappointing.

I don’t dislike Aftermath for either of those reasons.  In fact, I don’t dislike Aftermath at all.  It’s a pretty good book.  But I wouldn’t want to punch you if you didn’t like the book and you cited one of those reasons.

Many of the one-star reviews, sadly, are from people who perhaps need more punching– or perhaps more appropriately a firm slap to the back of the head and a stern reminder to fix your broken life.  

Here’s what I liked about Aftermath:  the Star Wars universe– well, okay, galaxy— is really big, and a major political event like the fall of the Empire is going to have an effect on every corner of it.  While a lot of people aren’t going to like that the book breaks away from the Big Four of Han, Luke, Leia and Chewie, I think it’s actually a strength.  The book pokes its nose into lots of different corners– some we’ve heard of, some we haven’t, and some we’re getting our first glimpse of other than a brief shot or two in a trailer– and we see the effects of the Empire’s dissolution across the galaxy.  The book is sprinkled with short, three- or four-page Interlude chapters, which pick a character and a planet and tell a  really short story about them.  None of them impact on the main narrative.  It’s a great way to spread the breadth of the story without hugely overloading it with more people and situations to keep track of.  The interludes are just that– interludes.  You could skip all of them if you wanted to, but that would be a dumb decision.

If you didn’t like Aftermath because there are some gay characters in it, you need to reevaluate every single thing about your failed mess of a life.  You are terrible.  The good news is, you can stop.  And you should.

I am told that there are five gay characters out of the dozens in the book.  Here is how terribly gay they are: one mentions toward the end of the book that he is not into women.  Technically, this doesn’t even mean he’s gay.  He could be asexual for all we know, or perhaps just not into bounty hunters and finding an excuse.  One character has a gay aunt, and he has intermittently lived with her and her partner for the last several years.  They get a little domestic scene or two.  There is supposedly a gay male couple as well; they have such a strong impact on the narrative with their gay gayness and their shoving gay down the throats of the nongay that I managed to miss them entirely.  I only know they’re there because I’ve seen people complaining about them.  I musta missed a pronoun somewhere, probably in one of the interludes.

If you don’t like this book because there are some gay characters sprinkled among the huge majority of straight characters, this is you:

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And I don’t mean “the hero of the series,” by the way, I mean the second whiniest scene in film history, and I’m only using this one because the Tosche Station scene doesn’t have as much of a poutywhinyface as this one does.

Now stop it.

I’m not telling anyone they have to like, or even read, this book.  It has weaknesses; chief among them is a problem that slays many would-be Star Wars writers: the deadly problem of the figure of speech.  Wendig bounces back and forth between English figures of speech that reference animals and situations that, as far as we know, don’t exist in Star Wars (he may not actually say “raining cats and dogs,” but that’s the type of thing I’m talking about) or trying to use English figures of speech but Star Warsing them up in annoying ways (“raining nexus and rancors!”) that are not better.

Like I said earlier:  it’s not my favorite Star Wars book, nor is it my favorite Chuck Wendig book.  But it’s certainly a solid effort that’s well worth the read, which is something I haven’t been able to say about any of the other new continuity books (I’m sorry, Kevin!  I love you, really!) and there are a couple of really cool hints about the new movies sprinkled here and there.  Just do yourself a favor and try to strip away as many preconceptions as you can before you read the damn thing.

Including the bigotry.  Definitely get rid of that.  Because it’s dumb, and the back of your head has a slappin’ target affixed to it at the moment.

(*) Where “hung out with” means “had maybe a two-minute conversation and shook his hand, and he was sort of at my booth for a while but it was actually the booth next to mine,” but it’s my blog and I get to overstate my life if I want to.

REBLOG: Star Wars: Aftermath And The Regressive Hate Machine

Ah, good. Now I don’t have to write this. Because I’ve been thinking about it.

In which I force myself to complain

tumblr_lbwyf8TfKe1qzkrg9Perhaps the clearest sign that I am utterly burned out as an educator is the fact that tomorrow is the last day of the first round of ISTEP testing and I haven’t even been able to muster up the energy to complain about it.  Today was impressively rough; our principal is out of town, and literally the first words the AP said to me were “Get in here, we’ve got a problem.”

We’d just gotten a call from transportation that they were going to be two hours late picking up some of our kids– kids who had already been waiting at their bus stops for up to half an hour, and some of whom had apparently called the school to tell us that they didn’t have keys to their houses and couldn’t get back in.

This is a fuck-up of astronomical proportions before you get to the part where we’re out fifty or sixty kids on a testing day.  At that point we start looking around to figure out who’s getting fired.  It’s incompetence on a staggering scale, and the worst part is that it’s not terribly surprising, because transportation has been run by morons for literally the entire time I’ve worked in Indiana.

That aside, though: based on rumblings I’ve been hearing from downstate and the insane difficulty level of the “readiness” test they made our kids take twice leading up to the ISTEP, I was concerned that the thing was going to be impossible.  There’s still plenty of time for them to make the multiple-choice portion a huge pain in the ass, but this test looked no different to me in terms of difficulty level than any other ISTEP I’ve administered.  Which is to say: the math was too difficult for most of my kids, but it’s always too difficult for most of my kids, and this particular test was not more too difficult than it has always been.

Whee?

It’s time for a plague.

So, Knighthawk Armory, an organization I’d never heard of prior to today, just posted some fucking amazing pictures to their Facebook page.  I’ll show you two of them; click through for the others.  They made a Hulk out of scrap metal:

(CORRECTION:  They didn’t do it, they just reposted the pictures.  Actual artists are Old Steel Art out of Thailand, whose page is mostly not in English but whose pictures are amazing anyway.)

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10978629_726523564129625_2428875122536733929_nHere’s the fifth comment on the post:

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There are some dumb, dumb, dumb motherfuckers in this country, people.  Christ.

Trying to fight off a long rant here

middle-finger-poster-flag-6185-pYou’ve read what I have to say about Rigor and High Standards, yes?  If not, start here.

The State of Indiana, in their infinite wisdom, has had the ISTEP test redone for this year.  And they have let us know that this one will involve High Standards!  And Rigor!  Lots of Rigor!  You can sprinkle it on stuff, like cinnamon sugar.

We take three practice tests over the course of the year so that we can get some idea of who might pass the ISTEP, because there are no other ways to figure that out other than testing.

The results of the second test are (mostly) in, and I’ve been looking at them all week.

Currently perhaps a dozen students in my building are expected to pass the ISTEP.  In the building.

That is not a typo or an exaggeration.  Historically we’ve been passing, oh, 70% of our kids or so, give or take a couple standard deviations.

But, hey, what do you want us to do?  Make excuses?

In case you’re wondering if my mood’s improved

Note to men:  YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE for how you act toward and around women.  Not the women.  Not the women’s fucking clothes.  You.

Fucking idiot asshole scumbags.

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In which I am Not an Asshole: a brief true story

UnknownThe wife and I just got back from a brief shopping trip that included a stop at Barnes and Noble.  This is an educator discount week (25% off of everything) so it was worth it to putter around a little bit.  At some point I overheard someone a few aisles away bitching vociferously about people spreading spoilers about Game of Thrones.  Bitching loudly enough, in fact, that she would have herself spoiled the events of the Purple Wedding to anyone around her had they been nearby and not wanted to know.

In a fucking bookstore.  Where the actual books were no more than fifteen to twenty feet away.

I did not start loudly shouting plot events from the next two books.

But I wanted to.

I figure someone owes me candy for bein’ civilized.

Oh shit I almost forgot

I confiscated this little gem from one of my girls today.  It’s behind a jump because it’s crazily, hilariously NSFW; you want to click through, though, trust me:

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