Have you ever wanted an Aenya-themed coffee mug with the Aenya logo featured on the cup? How about Thelana wielding her golden sword from the back of your iPhone? Or even a bedspread? You know, the famous one with our intrepid heroine crouched in the treetops, spear in hand, ready to hunt some tyrant dinosaurs?... Continue Reading →
As a personal social experiment, I lived for a month like it was 1985. Now I'm back with some insights and observations. First and foremost, it's not easy pretending it's four decades earlier when nobody else is playing along. The Internet has become mandatory for making restaurant reservations, planning trips, or buying insurance. Going without GPS,... Continue Reading →
I am sick to my stomach, I really am. What bothers me most, I think, is that we seem to be living in a post-ethics world. Apparently, nobody cares about decency anymore, or kindness, or compassion. What the fuck happened to us? Seriously? America was the shining city on the hill. America was the beacon... Continue Reading →
In the 1980 film Somewhere in Time, Christopher Reeve (of Superman fame) plays a man who falls in love with a portrait of a young woman long dead. His obsession with her photo leads him to discard everything that reminds him of the seventies, and following a rather intense night of self-hypnosis, he travels back... Continue Reading →
WARNING: RANT AHEAD If you genuinely enjoy reading fantasy---if you delight in the works of Homer, Burroughs, Tolkien, Sanderson, Rothfuss, or any author who dabbles in speculative storytelling, you owe it to yourself to pick up the books in the Aenya Series. But if you're looking to satisfy some voyeuristic urge or wish to justify your... Continue Reading →
Parts Terminator, parts Spielberg's A.I. (Philip K. Dick's Supertoys Last All Summer Long), parts Pinocchio, T.J. Klune's In The Lives of Puppets is a dystopian Sci-Fi adventure lacking in thrills and imagination. The plot revolves around Victor, the young protagonist and the last human child on Earth, built by a robot father. While this device... Continue Reading →
The worst possible book you could be reading when you're in the hospital being treated for cancer, and you're seriously contemplating your mortality, is Stephen King's Pet Sematary. King even admits he almost didn't publish Sematary due to its bleak subject matter, so why he would begin to write such a thing is beyond me.... Continue Reading →
Can a totally naked female character become a lightning rod for feminism? Or does sex appeal and the gratification of the male gaze distract from any message of equality? Thelana lives naked, fights naked, and adventures through the world of Aenya naked, but only because she chooses to do so, refusing to be defined by others.... Continue Reading →
If you haven't seen me on here lately, it's because last month I was diagnosed with cancer. Leukemia, to be exact. I am still fighting to get better, but it's been a very, very difficult process. The hardest thing I've ever had to deal with by a huge margin. Just going about everyday tasks, like... Continue Reading →
The Name of the Wind is the story of Kvothe, a brooding emo-rogue type hero and run-of-the-mill Gary Stu who suffers through all the usual cliches: mysteriously killed parents, living in poverty, attending a magic school with comically cruel teachers, etc. While Rothfuss’s writing flows smoothly, painting a vivid albeit generic landscape, the book lacks... Continue Reading →
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