By “pull a George R.R. Martin,” I mean let his series drag on infinitum while he worked on other stuff. This post springs from a Twitter debate with Kevin Xu, who put forward that scurrilous proposition. This aggression will not stand, man. I refuted it at the time, but some things deserve to be said at more than 280 characters at a time.
We are, of course, arguing a counterfactual. Jordan did die, so we will never know, and can never prove, what he would have done with the series had he lived. But the evidence is strongly against Kevin’s position.
Funnily enough, I first heard about A Song of Ice and Fire (ASoIaF) (Game of Thrones for you wretched TV-only fans) from Wheel of Time fans, many of whom, at the time, were willing to put it above The Wheel of Time. I think that means I can accurately place first hearing about ASoIaF to between 2000 (when its best book, A Storm of Swords, was released) and 2005 (when Knife of Dreams was released—more below on why I consider that book so relevant). The date is important because that was the last time you could made a strong argument that ASoIaF is superior to The Wheel of Time.
Daniel Humphrey’s Z-Day now-complete trilogy is awesome. I would say it is my favorite all-time zombie series, but I haven’t read all that many zombie series. Buy, yes, it is my favorite all-time zombie series. And I don’t have to tell you it’s awesome if you’ve read the first two books. If you haven’t, start with my review of book one.
Like book 2, book 3 is as much military SF as it is a post-apocalyptic book. Miles returns after being largely absent from book 2, but the action remains far away from the rechristened Hope.
I was a huge fan of Miles Cameron’s Traitor Son Cycle, the first fantasy by an experienced historical fiction writer. Which reminds me that I really need to pick up some of Cameron’s historical fiction (written as Christian Cameron). I loved that series, but Cold Iron, book one in Cameron’s new fantasy series, may very well exceed it.
It is also a very different book, though, so read on for my thoughts on Cold Iron. And this is a book that left with as many thoughts and feels as it did entertained.
October was the fifth full month since I started Hillbilly Highways. To my considerable chagrin, it was also Hillbilly Highways’ worst month for views. It isn’t awful. I went back and checked, and my monthly average for my first five months at Hillbilly Highways is still well above where Every Day Should Be Tuesday was for its first five months. But I am finding just how hard it is to jumpstart viewership for a new blog. October was a very busy month, and while I kept up a regular posting schedule at Hillbilly Highways, I didn’t do as much promotion. There is nothing for it to except keep plugging away.
I didn’t set a record for views here at Every Day Should Be Tuesday, but October beat out September, I didn’t have the weird October swoon I had last year (where I saw a 40% drop between September and October), and I would have set a record but for the four months of Tolkien 101—my best four blog months ever. So I can hardly complain, especially with how much time Hillbilly Highways takes.
Keeping a regular blog schedule across both blogs—often five posts per week—is starting to wear me down. I will need to reconsider what is manageable. But, as always, I have far more ideas for posts than I have time to actually write them.
If I’ve seemed absent from your blog this past month, well, yeah. Between being mashed by real life and a couple work trips (and a work trip for my wife that left me single parenting), my blog reading was way down for October.
I also continued to do poorly at whittling down my TBR. With a giant stack of unread books, and a pretty big stack of current reads, I acquired eight books and only finished five—the same number that I started. And I am starting to build up a big backlog of reviews to write (mostly for Hillbilly Highways).
I didn’t like the 1931 movie version of Dracula nearly as much as I did the 1931 movie version of Frankenstein. Perhaps it is because, while I do have distinct memory of watching the 1931 Frankenstein as a kid (long before I read the book), it may be that I had never actually seen the 1931 Dracula before last night (only after having read the book twice). Or maybe I just don’t remember it because it isn’t that good. Onto the movie, which takes significant liberties with the story.