Some Existential Angst

Be warned, this post is essentially self-indulgent navel-gazing,  Continue reading


Gatekeeping in Fantasy, or Don’t Be a Dick

So I started this book a little while ago called Gardens of the Moon, the first book in the Malazan Book of the Fallen series by Steven Erikson. It’s not a new series by any means: the first book was published in 1999, and has an impressive nine more books published in the following 11 years. But it had never crossed my radar before, and when I saw it recommended on a blog somewhere, I decided to give it a try. When I settled down to read it, I saw there was an introduction by the author, and thinking it would be helpful, I read that first. That was my first mistake.  Continue reading

I’m a Fraud

I have a bit of a dirty secret that I’m going to confess to you all: I didn’t read much of anything over the Christmas holidays. It’s not like I didn’t have the opportunity – I spent a week at my parent’s house with its notoriously poor internet and plenty of free time – but I just didn’t get around to it. I did receive a couple books for Christmas, but the one I started was not nearly as good as I had been hoping, and I gave up halfway through.

Instead I’ve been sucked down the abyss of the RPG (Role Playing Game), video games that take100 hours or more to complete (if indeed they can be completed at all). So I’m going to yell about my feelings on games for this post, and return to your regularly scheduled book yelling next week. Continue reading