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Prairie​ Comics Festival

I went today to the Prairie Comics Fes­ti­val. Recon­nect­ed with some writer friends (Chad­wick, Sam, and Jamie), made some new con­nec­tions (hi, Donovan​), and regret­ted not bring­ing along my busi­ness cards (at least three peo­ple asked about Word­Press stuff).

But I picked up a bunch of local art, so at least there’s that.

  • Mini Book of Mon­ster Girls by Autumn Crossman
  • Eggman Colour­ing Book #1 by Gabrielle Ng
  • How to be Human by Kath­leen Bergen
  • Street Style  Samu­rai by Jamie Isfeld
  • Those Who Make Us with short sto­ries by Chad­wick Ginther and Corey Redekop, among others
  • Win­ter­peg by Matthew Dyck
  • Spacepig Hamadeus by Dono­van Yaciuk
  • The Rangeroads  by Court­ney Loberg

I look for­ward to a lot of reading. 

Story Generator

The page bills itself as The Best Sto­ry Idea Gen­er­a­tor You’ll Ever Find, and when it dis­pens­es gems like this:

Have your char­ac­ter attend a themed cos­tume par­ty where they can’t find the per­son that invit­ed them, they know nobody else, and the peo­ple they meet are alter­nate­ly hos­tile and friend­ly. What is the strange theme of the cos­tumes, and does your char­ac­ter stay or run after a dis­as­ter happens?

…it’s hard to call that an exaggeration.

Head­er image cour­tesy Unsplash.

Some very bright aurora

I could see them already while I was still in the city. By the time I got to my nice, dark spot, this is what I could photograph:

Aurora

They stretched from the north­east to the south­west. They were bright enough for a while that I could watch them danc­ing with the naked eye. The last time I remem­ber see­ing them this bright, I was a teenag­er in Ste. Rose, lying on the grass, look­ing up.

Also: a video version:

An hour of my evening well-spent, I’d say.

Review: The Collapsing Empire

Cover Art

Cross-post­ed on Goodreads, sans footnotes.

Every time I read a John Scalzi nov­el, I’m remind­ed what a good writer he is.* This one’s no excep­tion. He han­dles the big pic­ture and the small, per­son­al details with equal deftness.

After I fin­ished the epi­logue, I jumped back to the pro­logue. With the knowl­edge of every­thing else that hap­pens in the book, it was fun to see how this lit­tle piece of the sto­ry — large­ly uncon­nect­ed to the events in the remain­der of the nov­el, fea­tur­ing char­ac­ters we would­n’t see again — still added to the whole.**

When I start­ed read­ing the book, I was­n’t sure if it was a stand-alone nov­el or the launch of a new series. When I got to the end, it was pret­ty plain­ly the open­ing vol­ume in a mul­ti-vol­ume set. (Don’t get me wrong — the nov­el is com­plete in itself, but the end­ing indi­cates there’s more to come.) Under nor­mal cir­cum­stances, I’d have felt a twinge of irri­ta­tion at this, but in this case I was relieved. I want more time with these char­ac­ters, and I want to know just how they’re going to deal with an empire in collapse.

The Col­laps­ing Empire, by John Scalzi

One final note: Peer review is impor­tant. Read the nov­el and you’ll see what I mean.


* In a lot of ways, John Scalz­i’s writ­ing reminds me of Joe Halde­man, who is one of my favourite writers.

** A note on pro­logues: Elmore Leonard famous­ly want­ed writ­ers to avoid them, and gen­er­al­ly speak­ing he’s right (IMHO). But any list of “rules” of writ­ing are real­ly guide­lines, and usu­al­ly reflect what works best for the author writ­ing the list of rules. I’ve read a lot of Elmore Leonard’s detec­tive nov­els, and I can’t recall ever run­ning into a pro­logue there.

I don’t skip pro­logues when I read, but I do notice when they real­ly don’t con­nect at all to the sto­ry. When that hap­pens, I agree, it would have been bet­ter to excise the pro­logue entirely.

The Col­laps­ing Empire’s pro­logue was fun enough — and con­nect­ed enough to the over­all sto­ry — that I read it twice.

Indescribable

A cou­ple years ago, I had an epiphany while read­ing Gene Wolfe’s The Book of the New Sun, when the nar­ra­tor Sev­er­ian point­ed out that

It is always a temp­ta­tion to say that such feel­ings are inde­scrib­able, though they sel­dom are.

Today, though… Today I was fin­ish­ing Wolfe’s superb 1988 nov­el There Are Doors, and I hap­pened upon this on page 294:

"An indescribable sound filled the arena"

Which is it, Mr. Wolfe? Which is it?


I must admit, though, it’s nice that, imme­di­ate­ly after he calls the sound inde­scrib­able, he pro­ceeds to describe it with delight­ful econ­o­my. Wolfe may be fond of unre­li­able nar­ra­tors, but his prose is reli­ably amazing.

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Series: Gene Wolfe

The entire series: The Gold­en Sen­tence; A les­son in a line; Inde­scrib­able; My head­’s swim­ming now; The Island of Dr. Death.