Tempest

imgresI just finished the third Legacy of the Force book. (Yes, already. No, the next one won’t be Star Wars. Honest. Probably the one after that, though.)

Anyway, though, it was really good. The villain of the piece keeps getting darker, in interesting and often disturbing ways. He’s become very skilled at hiding his worst acts, which is nice. Because, a few times I’ve had trouble believing that all the people around him are able to let him proceed unchallenged, but everything he shows to the external world looks principled and only occasionally flawed, instead of the actively ruthless and all but evil decisions they truly are. So, one thing I’m enjoying about Tempest is that dance in which suspicions are raised and deflected, former friends are manipulated and attacked and then those actions are barely able to be justified. He doesn’t have much time left under cover, our aspiring Sith Lord, but I’m pleased by that too, because the thematically appropriate moment to turn the shadow play into an actual war is nearly upon us.

Even better than all that, though, the final third of the book played like the climax of a Star Wars movie. Daring escapes through deadly space battles, lightsaber duels that would easily transfer to the screen, and the John Williams themes thundering through my head on continuous loop. These things were missing from the previous novels, and as strongly characterized as they were, I knew I was hurting for something. I hope the step up can be maintained; if so, this is going to be better than the previous Yuuzhan Vong storyline, and with room to spare.

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The Walking Dead: The Heart’s Desire

My zombie serial has become a soap opera. (Although in the historically literal meaning of the term, that’s still not true. I can at least still count on the zombies to be rotting, putrid shambles of people who are completely unbathed over the past year of their new existences.)

But seriously. The Heart’s Desire is chock full of people cheating on each other and dudes having fistfights and mysterious drifter chicks who talk to themselves as though they were communicating with someone a long way off, except for the lack of apparent technology. (The only soap I ever watched is Passions, so it’s possible that last thing will strike some readers as unusual; but it completely fits my experience.) Sure, Rick Grimes and companions continue to struggle with what it means to live their lives morally in this dead new world, so it’s got good philosophy mixed in. But it’s completely missing plot, just like the second one was. I liked the character development, don’t get me wrong. But probably not as much as that time, which made the plotlessness stand out more. On the bright side, Volume 5 promises to return to form. I mean, based on the pattern so far; I haven’t cracked it open to check, or anything.

Preacher: War in the Sun

51Q1siZNCoLIf there’s a theme in particular, I guess I missed it. But War in the Sun has a heaping helping of plot and character arc, so I can forgive certain other lacks. The sixth volume of the Preacher series opens with a look into the backstory of dickhead antagonist Starr, leader of the shadow organization that wants to use Jesse Custer as a figurehead to distract people while it achieves global domination. That out of the way, events quickly spiral out of control when Starr, Jesse and his companions, and the Saint of Killers meet in Monument Valley for an explosive confrontation that, unless I miss my guess, will have echoes throughout the rest of the series.

At the very least, all of the major characters have reached the nadir of their respective emotional arcs. (Even Arseface, who is inexplicably still present in the story. And, well, not including the Saint of Killers: I expect his happened rather longer ago. Anyway, he’s more a force of nature than a character.) All that remains is to see how and if they can recover as the storyline starts moving into climax mode. I, for one, can hardly wait.

Bloodlines

51vYDOXEpILHave I been going crazy with the Star Wars books? Apparently! And I doubt I’m likely to slow down much anytime soon, despite an intention to space them out at least minimally. It helped for this one that I spent a solid day at the airport, of course. It would have been only a bit over half a day, except that I traded my seat on a plane for a free round trip voucher. That kind of behavior is, of course, completely awesome, because it means I get to fly somewhere else now, but for free. And since I seem to make quite a few of these trips, that is definitely a good thing.

Also a good thing, though, is having a Star Wars book to read while sitting around the airport. I mean, if it’s a good one. But it’s cool, because Bloodlines was. There was plenty and more involving the brink of civil war and the growing Sith menace I mentioned regarding the last book, about which more later; but the story the author really wanted to tell was a familial yarn about Boba Fett and his family. (Apparently, he had a family once aside from his father, which I was not previously aware of either, and yes, the extended universe authors brought him out of the Sarlacc alive years and years ago. (And if you don’t know what that means, then probably the book and the review alike are not for you. But it does have good themes, nevertheless, about which also more later.)) Said yarn is reasonably decent, but largely uncompelling outside the greater framework in which it was placed. Inside that framework, which has Fett’s family in microcosm, the galactic “family” in macrocosm, and the Solo-Skywalker family in, um, cosm all three parallely coming apart at the stress-ridden seams and for the same basic reasons, well, it’s damned compelling indeed. And just like in real life, for contradictory reasons at that. Putting on blinders to protect yourself from seeing who people really are, but also ascribing antagonistic motives to people too easily; taking the easiest path available without addressing the hard questions at the core of it all, but also being so paralyzed by trying to address hard questions that the easy solutions slip by; failing to account for the impact our past has on our future, but also focusing on the past too closely to keep track of the important things in the present. Which is all vague and high-handed frippery, really, but I like a book that makes me pause and think and also want to shake the characters to get them to see sense. And I especially like a book that lets me accept that sometimes sense isn’t there to be seen: that senselessness happens too, and all we can do is start getting ready to pick up the pieces after the storm has passed.

Yeah, and I didn’t really plan to write any of that. There was the “family in crisis” parallels, and after that I was done except for this one last thing. But apparently I liked the book better than I thought, if all that came spilling out. So that’s cool. But mostly, I wanted to talk about the Sith bit. As much as I liked the tragic fall of Anakin Skywalker, the one thing this series is excelling at is schooling George Lucas in what it means to write about Star Wars. Because these three authors (well, admittedly only two so far) are going above and beyond on providing a plausible Sith conversion. For Anakin, certainly the Jedi worked very hard at pushing him into the position he found himself, but without a huge gaping flaw in his character, the Sith Lord could never have won him over. But <spoiler averted>’s story is completely different from that. Every individual step taken has made sense rationally, and most of them are even steps I would have agreed with. There were a couple of obvious blind spots where selfishness trumped rationality, but even then, it only caused a bad but rational step, not a truly irrational one. Admittedly, I’ve been troubled by aspects of the character in question for about the previous ten books, but it’s really impressive to behold a basically likable character transform into a disturbing sociopath over the course of just two books, during which I agree with the majority of his individual actions. The upshot of all of which is, this is going to be a really ugly and disturbing story, before it’s all over. But also probably very good.

Storm Front

By right of expectation, this should be a graphic novel review. I’ve been pretty darn faithful about the alternating thing, and such. But then I went on vacation, in which there was a beach, and more importantly, an ocean. Also there were friends and children and laughing and a board game. And also, because I live inside myself so much and it’s worthwhile to reiterate the things that really affect me, on a bone-deep level, there was still an ocean. She had waves and a loud voice, and we had a friendly tussle in which she made sure to show me she could kill me at any moment without a thought, but that was only momentary and to demonstrate who was who; like I said, it was friendly. And just for me, flying in the face of all established knowledge on local weather patterns, she put a storm on the horizon.

If I wanted to get all cute and literary, I could use that as a segue into discussing the razor’s edge that Chicago wizard Harry Dresden lives on, between doing minor readings and finding lost objects for people and working freelance for the local police department on the stranger deaths, providing them with nudges of information here and there about things they don’t and couldn’t understand about the demonic underbelly of their world on one side of the razor, and on the other, that selfsame world of demons, black magic, monsters under far too many beds, and a council of wizards in charge of policing it all and keeping the bad guys at bay or even dead, which would probably make up for a lot of the badness if only they didn’t have reason to believe that Harry Dresden himself was one of those bad guys who they need to be poised to take care of after just a momentary magic-ethical lapse on his part. Magic is an ocean, I’d say, both wondrous and deadly by turns. Luckily, I have no interest in that kind of high-minded pandering to the gods of metaphor, and just wanted to mention what a great vacation I had, and how much I love the ocean and kind of need a permanent private beach that I could go to whenever I had the urge.

All that said, the image does have pretty good legs, especially when you consider that the incoming Storm Front is what marks Harry’s first real challenge. I mean, besides the ones in his mysterious and barely scratched past, of course. Also, ha, “pretty good legs” works really well when you consider that the book is all detective-noir, sheets of magical flame and summoned demons aside. (If I were a better, or at least more confident, writer, I’d have let that last image stand (ha!) on its own, without putting up the big neon sign pointing at it. But don’t look at me like that; you know you loved it.) So, anyway, there’s this guy, Harry Dresden, right? And he has a bleak past that won’t quite let go of him, and his job as a wizard slash consultant, and a friendly skull named Bob who helps him out sometimes, and relatively non-angsty problems with the ladies. And now he’s got himself caught up in a gang war, multiple homicides, magic drugs on the streets, police who are starting to have reason to suspect him as being complicit in some or all of these problems, and that bleak past isn’t really going anywhere, either. He’s more mature and less sex-obsessed, but it’s difficult at this early date not to find myself drawing comparisons to the Anita Blake series at its beginning. Rumor has it that they will ultimately find different directions to travel, which relieves me to no small end.

Also: I just realized I got caught up in my metaphor description of the vacation, and forgot to explain about the graphic novels. The thing is, I’m trying to take slightly better care of them than the only decent care I take of paperbacks, and bringing them all packed and luggaged and such to an ocean full of sand and water didn’t seem like a successful way to pursue that goal. Thusly, they were left at home. And now you know!

Betrayal

Betrayal(LOF)I guess I mentioned a new Star Wars series, right? I’ve read the first one, and even before I was pondering my review, I stumbled upon an enormous problem. See, between Return of the Jedi and this book, there are some 50 plus other novels, all directly contributing to the timeline in often meaningful ways. And the book assumes you know all of that stuff before you start reading it. (It assumed knowledge of events in the comic series from the 80s, for that matter.) Sure, I have a lot of this knowledge. But damn, it’s hard to write a useful review for people who probably don’t have it. Ultimately, I think, impossible. So expect the reviews of these books to be spoiler-cut early and often, even though my intention is to mostly only talk about spoilers for previous Extended Universe events.

As far as what I can talk about, wow, Betrayal is an intense book. After the resolution of the long war against the Empire and another war against an extra-galactic foe, stability should finally be the watchword. Instead, a civil war is looming as Corellia (famed for being the homeworld of Han Solo) and a coalition of other planets is agitating to not give up their personal defense fleets in favor of a unified army provided by the Galactic Alliance to which most inhabited worlds belong. And even as the schism threatens to tear families and friendships apart, one man is hearkening the overall situation as well as his personal one back to similar circumstances two generations previously, when Anakin Skywalker was balanced on the razor’s edge between the galaxy’s need for peace, order, and stability, and his own need to protect his loved ones. There’s a sense of ominous foreboding throughout the novel. History is doomed to repeat itself; the only unanswered question is, how bad can it get?

Upshot: I guess I could talk about it without more than vaguely referencing the events of the intervening 40 or so years. But expect future reviews in the series to have massive spoilers after all. Vagueness and handwavery can only carry me so far.

Superbad

I saw Superbad on Sunday, and have since been wholly unable to review it. A combination of too many thoughts swirling through my head and entirely too much work going on at work and errands-slash-tasks going on at home. Also, I’ve been tired, I guess? I could fall asleep in 120 seconds right now, at least. Be that as it may, there was the movie, right? Sure, it’s a little bit gross-out, and sure, it’s a lot high school coming-of-age thing, and sure, like pretty much all of those since the 80s ended, it’s the social misfits who are the stars of the show. In no generality should you assume this is something you haven’t seen before, because I promise, you have.

That’s okay, though. I mean, it’s still funny at levels appreciable by both the lowest common denominator and the high ones. Sure, probably not at the same time, but by turns isn’t nothing. And if the plot is far too simple to even bother describing, the characters are nearly all extremely likable; you’ll want to see them succeed at their everyman tasks. At heart, it’s a sweet teen comedy disguised as an over-graphic disgustorama. Or possibly vice versa, I’m not sure. But it’s definitely both, and it definitely worked.

Y: The Last Man – Safeword

I’ve been plowing through books lately. I can tell, because the last Y review was only about a month ago. So that’s pretty cool? I’m torn about the current one. Safeword was fun all the way through, and fast to read in the way that this series is far more than any of the others that I read. It had interesting plot developments, necessary and meaningful character growth, and the usual spotlight on how women run the world just as well or as badly as men do, once given the chance. But at the same time, it felt a lot more like a transition book than anything else. I know you have to do that sometimes, and it’s not like I enjoyed the momentary events any less than usual. But I’m always left feeling a little bit dissatisfied, if I can’t also find something obviously interesting to talk about after the fact. And other than a couple of cool spoilery plot turns, that is exactly what I have right now. Oh, well.

Point of interest, though. There was discussion among the characters about how much time has passed since the men all died and since Yorick, Agent 355, and Doctor Allison have been traveling toward Allison’s lab in San Francisco. And said timespan is completely unbelievable to me. On the road for over a year, and only into the Mountain timezone? I understand that society has broken down, such that gas is rare for cars and trains and so forth, and such that it’s dangerous for everyone, and extra care has to be taken to keep the last living male mammals safe from that danger. So if they told me they’d been on the road (counting train hitching sometimes, mind you!) for 4 months, I’d be fine with that. 6, and I’d shrug and let it roll off my back. 12 to 18 months, though? I can’t bring myself to believe it. If it took me more than 6 months to walk from Boston to Los Angeles, even having to beg and forage my own food, I would be amazed. (I mean, I might fail to forage and starve, I guess? But that’s outside the scope of my complaint.)

Allegiance

I guess there’s a new Star Wars series out, right? But for a really long time, I couldn’t find the first one used. (It’s in hardback, and I’m reasonably picky about paying $25+ for a book. Well, obviously I wouldn’t be spending full price, but I still think of it that way when making the financial decision.) I finally did find it, plus the subsequent ones, and now I’ve apparently got six books in said new series stretched out in front of me. Naturally, then, I opted to read the new Zahn book instead.

Allegiance is set in the Splinter of the Mind’s Eye era, when the Rebellion was only really starting to get its legs following the propaganda victory that comprised the destructions of Alderaan and the Death Star. A group of pirates apparently working with a regional governor to declare independence from Palpatine’s Empire sets Luke, Leia, and Han, Darth Vader, the Emperor’s newest apprentice, Mara Jade, and five recently deserting stormtroopers on a collision course, during which each of the characters must determine how their personal morality interacts with their sworn duty in an ever-darkening galaxy. (Well, okay, I’m thinking Vader was probably pretty secure in his actions and choices. And Leia. But the others!)

Decent book. Still pretty close to top-shelf for Star Wars, but the author has almost always done better. I can’t help but think it was a set-up novel to allow us to see more of the Hand of Justice in the future. Which is fine; those stormtrooper guys were pretty interesting, and definitely the best part of the story.

Stardust (2007)

Stardust, right? It’s been such a long time since there was a good fairy tale movie. (Well, let’s head off the Disney people and specify live action; but I’m pretty sure most or none of them compare anyway.) The downside to this is that the already viable comparisons to The Princess Bride become practically inevitable. The upside is that there’s finally something on film to mean to the kids what that movie meant to me. Oh, sure, they could just watch it instead, but since when do people go for their parents’ fogey old movies when there’s new hotness to deliver the same kind of impact?

Perfectly interwoven storylines follow a star that has fallen to ground beyond the Wall, a chest high stone wall that separates England from the magical kingdom of Stormhold. All she really wants to do is get back to the business of being in the sky, you know, hanging out at night, shining. Basically, the kinds of things a star would want to do. Meanwhile, people seek her on all sides. Heirs to the throne of Stormhold, looking to prove themselves according to long family tradition. A lad from England, looking to prove himself to a village girl by bringing her the star, which they watched fall to ground during a moonlit dinner. Three witches, trying to maintain their immortality. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

I loved it. I really can’t think of anything to add to that; the previous two paragraphs and the closing sentence of this one are, for the most part, fluff to fill out that central point.