Books I Didn't Finish: A Memory Called Empire
Going into Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire, there were a few reasons I thought I wasn’t going to finish it.
Read MoreGoing into Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire, there were a few reasons I thought I wasn’t going to finish it.
Read MoreBecause the people demanded it! By which I mean I was like 90% going to do it anyway.
This post was originally going to be quite a bit longer, but unfortunately those health problems I’ve talked about before flared up and I ended up having to write less. Sorry!
(Also heads up before we start, this post gets into the rape stuff)
Read MoreThis is going to be another quick one. I’m currently working on the second post about Docile, but it’s going to take a while due to migraines so I’m throwing this up in the meantime. In today’s viral blog post, I want to briefly look at the progression of the pandemic, point out reasons to be optimistic and also warn people not to get complacent.
Read MoreWell, it finally happened: Ireland has joined several other European countries in entering a state of semi-quarantine. I was actually starting to get my hopes up that it wouldn’t be necessary—the government’s forecast of 15,000 infections by the end of the month turned out to be hugely pessimistic and there were a few days last week where the rate of new infections was holding steady—but less than 24 hours after a grim assessment of the country’s ICU capacity (which basically concluded that there isn’t any) went public, the announcement was made.
In case this hasn’t happened yet where you live and you want some idea of what to expect, it’s actually not as restrictive as you might think. People are allowed to go up to two kilometres from their homes for exercise, which easily encompasses the usual route I go on for my daily stroll, and there’s no driving restrictions on traveling to buy food. We’re just not supposed to travel anywhere for non-essential reasons.
This is obviously kind of hard to enforce, and there so far hasn’t been any clear indication of what would happen to people who are egregiously breaking the rules. I passed a police checkpoint in the middle of my town earlier today, and it looked like drivers were just being asked where they were going.
It’s been kind of funny seeing people online freak out about the idea of being stuck in their homes for weeks on end, given that this has frequently been my experience over the last three years due to my neurological condition. I spent the month leading up to this not really going anywhere except for walks around my local area simply because I didn’t feel up to doing anything else.
You could say that I’m the perfect quarantine candidate. You could even go so far—and I’m not saying I’m doing this, but one could if so inclined—to suggest that I’m the best at staying at home for long periods of time. I’m better than everyone else in the world at it. It’s me.
Anyway, the pace of the pandemic internationally has taken off over the last week or so; total numbers of confirmed infections are now increasing by more than 100,00 in less than 48 hours and several countries are experiencing alarming numbers of deaths every day. We’re well into the phase of algorithmic growth, and now all we can do is wait for the peak.
But thanks to China and Italy, we know what that peak looks like. As grim as the situation is, the virus can be brought under control…as long as strong quarantine measures are taken. As of this writing the UK has quietly walked back the herd immunity plan I complained about last time, and someone finally managed to convince Trump that his plan of getting things back to normal by Easter was utterly ridiculous. Apart from edge cases like Brazil’s Bolsonaro, world leaders are finally taking this seriously.
That is, despite the efforts of a disturbingly large number of prominent capitalists, think tanks and business people, many of whom are really letting the mask slip and just straight up admitting that they value the economy more than people’s lives. I’m hopeful that when this is all over, people will remember that.
A few days ago I put out a call for bad books on Twitter, intending to either do a review or the next entry in my long-running and wildly popular Books I Didn’t Finish series. And I still intend to do that with other nominees, but someone tipped me off to a book so riddled with problems that I realized my review was going to turn into a paragraph-by-paragraph dissection.
The last time this happened was with a certain fantasy novel starring a red-haired lute-playing protagonist, and that resulted in me going through the entire thing and commenting on every single page. With my current health problems I don’t have the energy to commit to a long serialized post format—as evidenced by the multiple aborted attempts I’ve made over the last three years—but the book in question contains enough material just in its opening chapters to critique.
The intent behind this isn’t to simply point and laugh; it’s called Bad Writing Masterclass because my hope is that by dissecting the problems with this book, your own writing might improve. Even if you don’t write, maybe this can help you become a more critical reader and stop giving five-star ratings to total gar—I mean, improve your reading experience. Yes.
With that preamble out of the way, let’s begin today’s Bad Writing Masterclass on Docile by K.M. Szpara.
Read MoreWe made it another week! Everyone take a big sip from the comforting beverage of your choice and look at a dog or something to celebrate, and then let’s talk about something fun.
That’s right: the economy.
Read MoreI want you all to know that I’m extremely proud of that title.
You probably don’t need me to explain the impetus behind this post (in the unlikely case that you do, I’m afraid I have some bad news). Some percentage of my small readership is probably hunkering down in self-isolation and more are likely to do so in the next few weeks as the COVID-19 pandemic grows in severity. In these troubled times, I figured people could use some high quality blog content to entertain and inform. This is going to be a random collection of opinion, observation and commentary with a firmly non-alarmist mindset.
A quick disclaimer before we begin: I am not a medical expert or a scientist. I do have a biotechnology degree that included fairly in-depth modules on virology (they’re useful for a lot of things in the biotech field), and I did a project on the 2009 swine flu pandemic that involved studying historical viral outbreaks. I think it’s fair to say I know more about the topic than your average rando.
…But I also barely squeaked through that degree with a pass, and I don’t work actively in any scientific field. So, again: not an expert.
Read MoreBut Ronan, I hear you ask, you don’t finish most of the books you review! Why make a seperate series for it now? Shut up, that’s why!
For today’s entry in my acclaimed and popular review column we’re looking at last year’s The Priory Of The Orange Tree by Samantha Shannon, a book I got about 20% of the way through before giving up. Why did I give up? Because it wasn’t very good.
See you all next time.
Seriously though, Priory got a fair bit of attention when it came out, partially because it’s a single-volume fantasy novel--something that’s never been the norm for the genre and is increasingly unusual now--and partially because it was frequently and breathlessly compared to Game Of Thrones, to which it in fact has basically no resemblance whatsoever except that both of them involve dragons (Shannon herself has described the book as “a feminist retelling of the story of St. George and the dragon”).
Read MoreI was recently in the hospital for a week, heavily doped up on pain medication (it wasn’t anything serious) and I needed a breezy, light book to pass the time. And lo and behold, the Kindle daily deal happened to feature a selection from my spooky frenemy, Stephen King!
That book was Mr. Mercedes, the first entry in what would become a trilogy revolving around a detective named Bill Hodges. The books are kind of notable in King’s ouvre for moving all the way out of horror and into the mystery/thriller genre, a space that many of his previous novels strayed pretty far into without entirely making the leap away from horror or the supernatural. Today we’re looking at Mr. Mercedes as well as its sequel, Finders Keepers.
The fact that I didn’t bother to read the third one is a spoiler.
Read MoreI’ve talked before about my car crash-related brain woes and the many fun and exciting ways it's affected my life. There are a lot of things I can’t do at all anymore, and other things I can only do sometimes. It impacts me in ways that you wouldn’t necessarily expect. For example, all spelling and grammar mistakes and factual errors on this blog are actually entirely due to my neurological condition.
...But in addition to that, I now find it hard to watch TV shows. Keeping track of events within a single episode makes my brain tired, to say nothing of following an ongoing storyline between episodes. That’s why, when I do feel like I want to kick back with a big ol’ glass of water and binge-watch something, it’s usually Trash TV.
Case in point: The Strain.
Read MoreOur last visit to the wild world of Adam Nevill--where everyone is depressed and from London--involved a sinister and violent cult. Let’s take a return trip via last year’s The Reddening, which also involves a sinister and violent cult!
Read MoreLong-time readers of my blog(s) will know of my epic and eternal quest for good horror content across all mediums. While I’ve found high-quality offerings in the realms of games, movies and short stories, good horror novels elude me; books that seem promising inevitably fall into the familiar issues of over-explaining and neutering their horror elements, with a regularity that makes me think this is an inherent problem with trying to write full-length horror stories.
Things got so bad that I started to give up entirely on the idea of finding good, spooky material on bookshelves. But then, across the internet, a name started to echo. A saviour. An author fit to single-handedly rescue the horror genre. That name: Adam Nevill.
Read MoreWith its eighth and final episode, His Dark Materials moves into territory that fans have been waiting more than a decade for: the end of Northern Lights, which the 2007 movie bafflingly decided to save for the (never-made) next movie. The adaptation here isn’t perfect, but it offers a visually stunning rendition of the book’s infamous downer ending that doesn’t pull any punches and hits all the desired emotional beats, even if some of the creative choices weigh it down slightly.
Let’s address the biggest flaw first: Will’s story. I’ve flip-flopped back and forth over whether the decision to pull Subtle Knife material into the first season was a good or bad choice, and overall I have to lean, very slightly, towards the latter. Cutting between Lyra’s world and real-world London just overall doesn’t really work for me as someone who’s familiar with Lyra’s story without those impositions, and while it may well end up working in the second season’s favour, that’s not the season I’m reviewing.
I did say I’m leaning slightly towards the decision being a bad idea because I actually like how the Will-centric parts of the story were executed just fine; Amir Wilson in particular is very promising as a co-lead to join Dafne Keene. It’s just when it’s interspersed with the rest of the plot that it becomes a problem.
The show’s other flaw lies with the dialogue, which can occasionally get a little clunky, particularly when the characters need to deliver exposition. At times it’s warm and lively, while elsewhere it can feel artless and mechanical. This is a problem that crops up in the first episode and persists all the way through the series, probably due to the fact that Jack Thorne, primary writer of Harry Potter and The Cursed Child, wrote all eight episodes. He’s a lot better here, but I’m still glad that season two brought in more writers rather than relying solely on his somewhat inconsistent talents.
The dialogue issues go more noticeable in show’s second half; this, combined with some occasional—and relatively minor—pacing issues lead me to prefer the first four episodes to the ones that followed. In the early episodes the story feels more relaxed and has more time to stretch out, whereas later on I feel like it’s getting squeezed a bit by the necessity of hitting plot points and delivering information to the viewer (to be fair, some of this stems from the book, which is at times structured very oddly and feels like it was partially made up as it was being written).
Going back to this episode specifically, I appreciate that the series decided to depict Lyra crossing between worlds through a tear in the fabric of reality in a very quiet, sombre way. It would have been easy to go for a more adventrous, “epic” feel, and maybe that would have been more emotionally satisfying, but on balance I feel that the downbeat approach was truer to both the story itself and the tone that the series has so far been employing.
Actually, that kind of summarizes my feelings on the season as a whole: there were probably more purely entertaining ways to handle the source material that would have felt closer in tone and style to Northern Lights, but my approach to adaptations has always been that if I want to re-experience the original, I can just go back to it. The people handling His Dark Materials made some daring choices, and while not all of them landed, I appreciate the fact that they were taken. Roll on season two.
Blog Note
No episode analysis this time since it feels a bit redundant now that we’ve reached the end. Writing this post series, as much as I’ve enjoyed it, took a lot out of me due to my ongoing medical problems, so I’m going to take a whole month off blogging to recover. I’ll see you all at the end of January for more internet fun-times.
Good news everyone, my brain co-operated enough to let me put out this combined post earlier than planned!
Read MoreJust a quick note to say that due to health reasons, the final three posts in my award winning and critically acclaimed His Dark Materials TV reviews will be combined into one following the end of the season on the 23rd; that post will also serve as my overall review of the season as a whole.
Following that, I’ll likely be taking a month off from blogging of all kinds to recharge the batteries. See y’all next year!
AKA The Subtle Knife: Episode 01
Read MoreHaving waded through Phillip Pullman’s over-saturated His Dark Materials prequel, it’s time to steer our canoe onto the main event: The Secret Commonwealth, an honest-to-Authority sequel to the original trilogy. Will it fare better than La Belle Sauvage, or capsize? Will I be able to fit any more puns into this opening paragraph?
The answer to the last question is no, but you’ll need to read on for the rest.
WHO’S READY FOR POLAR BEARS?
Read MoreBlogger note: Apologies about the short post last time folks, I was having a major flare-up of my neurological symptoms. That’s thankfully passed now.
As I’ve said multiple times previously, the opening parts of Northern Lights were always going to be the hardest to adapt. The first two episode of the BBC’s His Dark Materials series did a good jump of overcoming the hurdles, albeit with some stumbles on the way. Now that the set-up is out of the way the third episode dives headfirst into the adventure, and the results are very positive indeed.
Read MoreAfter a first episode that stuck mostly to the source material, it’s time to get a little wild in an exciting but uneven follow-up.
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