Lesifoere said:...I still don't get what's so amazing about Abercrombie.
Lesifoere said:...I still don't get what's so amazing about Abercrombie.
LeStryfe79 said:Why don all you mothafuckas git togeder n write sump'n bettah? (I'm bad with accents)
Mister Arkham said:Lesifoere said:...I still don't get what's so amazing about Abercrombie.
I'm not too certain of that myself. I'll give that he's quite good, and say that he has written the most refreshing fantasy that I have read in quite some time... but I wouldn't say that he's as good as most reviewers/other writers have said he is.
Lesifoere said:Mister Arkham said:Lesifoere said:...I still don't get what's so amazing about Abercrombie.
I'm not too certain of that myself. I'll give that he's quite good, and say that he has written the most refreshing fantasy that I have read in quite some time... but I wouldn't say that he's as good as most reviewers/other writers have said he is.
I've read the first two books of his trilogy and, while I find Glokta pretty funny, feel that's all that can be said for them. It's half-decent but hardly worth the overhyping that makes it out to be the second coming of blah. I don't know about refreshing, either, since it adheres to the epic-pseudo-medieval-Europe model and relies heavily on tropes ("HAH! fooled you I'm totally twisting and breaking character archetypes!!!").
Is it the ASoIaF drought/GRRM being slow maybe? Abercrombie writes the kind of stuff that ASoIaF fans are likely to gravitate to, I suppose.
nomask7 said:An absolutely moronic theory. Why read fiction in the first place if it can't be, well ya know, FICTION? There is only one real distinction that exists or need be made if it doesn't—that between good fiction and bad fiction. All books of fiction fall neatly into one of those two categories, but any other attempt at categorization will end up in a god awful mess with severed limbs, broken faces.
Let's agree to stop calling it "Realistic fiction" and start calling it "Historical fiction" because I'm not at all interested by the connotation of the former. That being said, I've read plenty of Historical fiction very, very well-researched from which I've even managed to learn a thing or two. I've done follow-ups on my own and, lo and behold, the book hadn't lied.Realistic fiction: it's like that Hollywood stamp "based on a true story".
You sound butthurt here, and I can't imagine why. I read for the literary value, regardless of subject matter.People who understand only literal meanings need such assurances or they can't relate to anything that happens in a story. "What? This story doesn't take place in modern or historical New York? OBVIOUSLY it can't have anything to do with me then. Reading it would be a waste of time. Reading for aesthetic purposes is inconceivable to me and anyway I don't have an imagination."
He may be a good writer but if he doesn't make his fantasy even a tad believable, if he turns it into a LARP session performed by 21st-century teenagers, then he should have stayed awake during history class, in elementary school.Now, I agree deeply and wholeheartedly with Lesi about genre: read the books that don't fit, because they are the best. James Branch Cabell isn't good because it's good "fantasy". James Branch Cabell is good because it's James Branch Cabell. The same, in fact, is true of every good ouvre of fiction.
Why don't you read Figures of Earth and decide for yourself? Maybe you'll decide that it's not important. You just don't appear to have any idea why realism seems to me like a set of tired & often self-imposed restrictions by mediocre minds, and I don't believe I can do better than point you to that novel.poocolator said:He may be a good writer but if he doesn't make his fantasy even a tad believable, if he turns it into a LARP session performed by 21st-century teenagers, then he should have stayed awake during history class, in elementary school.Now, I agree deeply and wholeheartedly with Lesi about genre: read the books that don't fit, because they are the best. James Branch Cabell isn't good because it's good "fantasy". James Branch Cabell is good because it's James Branch Cabell. The same, in fact, is true of every good ouvre of fiction.
poocolator said:Personally, I don't care about her success either way. I don't matter, anyway; but ask someone like Stephen King what he thinks about her and the upstart who wrote Twilight.
I haven't read Cabell, so I can't comment. I'll take your word for it that he's more "erudite" than myself. Speaking of which, for those too lazy to open up dictionary.com:nomask said:stuff
Somehow, I think reading anything already traipsed by your obviously very discerning, and erudite, mind would ruin the experience for me. I don't doubt that the monolith of a man of whom you speak writes monumental works for the betterment of all mankind, especially considering the sheer quantity of "obscure allusions to history, legend, and myth" you claim he inserts into his writing. Incidentally, a paraphrased quote comes to mind, something along the lines of:P.S. Cabell is the definition of erudite. You may notice that consistent historical settings pale in comparison to the sheer number of obscure allusions to history, legend, and myth contained in a single Cabell novel. More likely though, you won't notice, because he's so much more erudite than you.
poocolator said:[...] I think you yearn for the sort of discussion you won't find here, with me.
Very true, IMO. Getting kids to read is a feat teachers are trying to accomplish all across the occident. I should give more credit where it's duekris said:poocolator said:Personally, I don't care about her success either way. I don't matter, anyway; but ask someone like Stephen King what he thinks about her and the upstart who wrote Twilight.
I think you should not forget the audience. It was youths for Rowling, like Lewis. Those works fit greatly into opening the minds of young people and opening up their eyes to fantasy and fantasies.
Data4 said:About Anne Rice, her prose and narrative skills are pretty good, and her dialogue is believable within the world she's created. I think people are more turned off by her homogay takes on vampires than her mad author skillz.
I still can't believe her conversion, though. It's almost like King Diamond leading worship services at a tent revival.
Volourn said:"Stephen King is one of the worst writers to ever grace our literary world."
You are fuckin' dumb. Seriously, dude. Green Mile? Shawnshank Redemption? The Stand? It? Misery? You fuckin' moron.
GarfunkeL said:Saying Stephen King is the worst writer ever is ignoring a vast amount of really obnoxious hacks. Like Gaidar. Or that Twilight woman. Or those wannabe-Tom Clancy copycats who write "military techno thrillers".
Data4 said:About Anne Rice, her prose and narrative skills are pretty good, and her dialogue is believable within the world she's created. I think people are more turned off by her homogay takes on vampires than her mad author skillz.
I still can't believe her conversion, though. It's almost like King Diamond leading worship services at a tent revival.
Anne Rice said:I rolled her over gently, careful not to press her with my weight, and I pulled up her
skirt, and I lay my face against her hot naked thighs. The smell of the blood flooded my
brain.
"Forgive me, forgive me," I whispered, and my tongue broke through the thin cotton of
her panties, tearing the cloth back from the soft down of pubic hair, pushing aside the
bloodstained pad she wore, and I lapped at the blood just inside her young pink vaginal
lips, just coming from the mouth of her womb, not pure blood, but blood from her, blood
from her strong, young body, blood all over the tight hot cells of her vaginal flesh,
blood that brought no pain, no sacrifice, only her gentle forbearance with me,
with my unspeakable act, my tongue going deep into her, drawing out the blood that was yet to
come, gently, gently, lapping the blood from the soft hair on her pubic lips, sucking
each tiny droplet of it.
...
I lay panting against her. The blood was all gone inside me now. I had drawn all of it
from her womb that was meant to come. I had licked away even what had collected on the
pad that had lain against her skin.