excessive italics, alias gothic-punk
Feb. 8th, 2005 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ursulaFriday night I went to the Merc with various SCA friends. The Merc is a private Goth club, so naturally I spent a good fraction of the time thinking, "Dude! Vampire: the Masquerade!" I chatted with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sablebadger about heraldic politics, with scourgeotheseas about my hunt for an advisor, and was told by yimisty's very cute, small, Southern, drunk mother, "Don't tell nobody, but all the guys are talking about how sweet and pretty you are." (Why, thank you, Badger!)
Yeah, I know, I'm not very Goth.
If I ever do have a Vampire character based on the Merc, she will be a Trivial Pursuit fiend.
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On Sunday I finishedmatociquala (or, as the title page reads, elizabethbear)'s novel Hammered. One can't say a novel starts slowly when a kid splatters blood all over the first few pages, but I did think the story was slow to focus. In part because I do read matociquala's journal, and thus have seen bits of her reviews, and comments on the worldbuilding, and have acquired the unjustified belief that I can affect what she writes, the info-dumping stood out too strongly. I already knew that the US had decayed and that Canada was a superpower by default and that global warming had done horrible things and that The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat is a good book, I wanted to cut to the plot already, not the intricate backstory, the plot, and did it really have to be Feynman?
But when the plot starts going, oh does it go. Hammered really is as satisfying a gritty near-future action novel as I had hoped it might be, and with extra spaceships. (Though I wonder, writing this, if grit is the right word. The characters don't seem quite resigned enough for grit, despite all the bourbon: they're edging closer to realms of despair, and of true love.)
sablebadger about heraldic politics, with scourgeotheseas about my hunt for an advisor, and was told by yimisty's very cute, small, Southern, drunk mother, "Don't tell nobody, but all the guys are talking about how sweet and pretty you are." (Why, thank you, Badger!)Yeah, I know, I'm not very Goth.
If I ever do have a Vampire character based on the Merc, she will be a Trivial Pursuit fiend.
***
On Sunday I finished
matociquala (or, as the title page reads, elizabethbear)'s novel Hammered. One can't say a novel starts slowly when a kid splatters blood all over the first few pages, but I did think the story was slow to focus. In part because I do read matociquala's journal, and thus have seen bits of her reviews, and comments on the worldbuilding, and have acquired the unjustified belief that I can affect what she writes, the info-dumping stood out too strongly. I already knew that the US had decayed and that Canada was a superpower by default and that global warming had done horrible things and that The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat is a good book, I wanted to cut to the plot already, not the intricate backstory, the plot, and did it really have to be Feynman?But when the plot starts going, oh does it go. Hammered really is as satisfying a gritty near-future action novel as I had hoped it might be, and with extra spaceships. (Though I wonder, writing this, if grit is the right word. The characters don't seem quite resigned enough for grit, despite all the bourbon: they're edging closer to realms of despair, and of true love.)