The 13 Clocks

24 08 2016

The 13 Clocks was once one of my very favorite books.

I remember a blurb for The Clocks . . . maybe one of the original blurbs, which said:

“Everybody has always wanted to love a Princess.

Everybody has always wanted to be a Prince.”

Of course, there are plenty of people who have never wanted either of those things, but hear me out.

Maybe I’m just more jaded today, about the world and about myself, but it recently occurred to me (after reading it to my son), that it just wouldn’t be the same if I was reading it to a daughter. The object of the hero’s quest was a princess, who wasn’t a character at all, just a plot device. I know there are many shades and nuances to what some readers would say is necessary or desirable in a “strong female character” . . . but Princess Saralinda was particularly extreme in how passive and helpless she was. You could practically get away with calling her a prop.

After having loved the story for such a long time, it’s very hard to describe how sad and demoralizing it was to recognize this. It felt like a childhood friend had died, shortly after I’d missed a chance to meet them and “catch up”.

But of course, the root of it wasn’t an overwhelming sadness… it was a twinge of shame, at finding out that I wasn’t quite as open-minded as I’d believed.

Or maybe, I’ve just widened my scope over time. But even as a little boy, I never wanted to be a Prince (which always seemed to me would be awfully boring).

I wanted to be the Golux. . . I make things up, you know.




30 01 2015

In honor of the upcoming Pi Day (3/14/15), I’m considering a contest. There is no deadline.

It springs from this song, A Rollin’ Down the River:

Oh, the Arabella sets her main topsail, the Arabella sets her main topsail,
The Arabella sets her main topsail, rollin’ down the river.
Rollin’ down, rollin’ down, rollin’ down the river,
Rollin’ down, rollin’ down……..
Said the bucko’s mate to the greaser’s wife.
Oh a pumpkin pudding and a bulgine pie, a pumpkin pudding and a bulgine pie,
A pumpkin pudding and a bulgine pie, on board the Arabella.

Later verses replace “topsail” with “foresail”, “royal”, “gainsail”, or other sails.

It seems to be a shanty for sailors who were on a river, rather than the open sea: a “capstan-and-pumps” song. But some think it’s a sea song that travelled from sailors, to longshoremen, to railroad workers, changing here and there as it went. An alternate title is “The Saucy Arabella”.

You can find references to this song here and there on the internet — but no one knows what a “bulgine” pie. Some people think it’s a “bulging” pie, or died-out slang for a “cow-pie”. Since a “bulgine” was sometimes used to mean a train, others theorize it’s a big puddle of train oil left in a trainyard, or on the track.

Since there’s no doubt that pumpkin pudding exists, though, I think Pi Day would be a fine occasion for making a real-life, yummy pie to fit with the name of “bulgine pie”. Maybe to be good with some real-life, thick sauce? Or contain molasses? My favorite theory so far, is it should contain both peaches and plums.

Anyone have a good suggestion for a worthy prize for whoever comes up with a recipe for this? It needs a crust, of course, to appropriately carve the appropriate mathematical Greek letter into the center, in honor of the big day — even if a satisfying solution to this puzzle doesn’t come until long after it’s past!

By the way, I’m probably going to submit the books of The Talan Revolt onto a new site, ReadFreely:

RIPPER STREET (spoilers included)

22 03 2014

I truly, truly wanted to like this series.

And I guess I do like it, but before the end of Season 1 I’m already seeing a disappointing pattern. The show’s a victim of its own talent.

All the actors & actresses are doing a fine job. Matthew McFadyen (did I spell that right?) fits this role so much better than he did “Mr. Darcy”. His earnest face, on such a brooding and calculating hero, is a great focal point for the camera shots to revolve around. He’s just the right person to be at the center of these stories. And the offstage works are done very well too: set design, costumes, and music all pass muster. And the writing’s not bad either, to start with.

But I see a pattern that’s something of a pet peeve of mine: when the setting, the characters, the theme, and the narrative manner are so well done — so lovingly, so painstakingly constructed, that no one can bear to risk seeing any of it change.


I just watched the episode where Sergeant Drake (Jerome Flynn) falls in love. I don’t want to say too much more about it, but you find out some things about his past; another actor you’d recognize from Game of Thrones appears out of nowhere, playing his old commanding officer, and puts a difficult choice before him. Moreover, it’s a choice where questions of right and wrong appear ambiguous, and it also bears directly on his romantic aspirations. After seeing Flynn play such a jaded character in GoT, it’s a great switch to see him play a brutal pit-fighter of a man with such a faithful, sensitive heart. I loved this character, rooted for him, berated him when I thought he’d sold himself short.

Needless to say, a LOT happens in this episode — including some things that appear impossible to easily undo. Yet, the episode ends with literally every aspect of this character’s life in the exact same place it was before. It’s done as believably as possible — but it still hurts the show’s credibility. I don’t mind that so much, but then I started thinking about other parts of the story.

McFadyen’s Inspector Reid has a secret past he shares with his wife, about a daughter they lost (perhaps in a fire). By episode 7 there’s been no action on that whatsoever — just occasional cryptic ruminations and lamentations. The American “Captain”, sometimes referred to as a Pinkerton who has a talent for forensics and doing hard drugs (which go together better than you’d think, particularly at this time in history) also has a secret past he shares with the proprietress of a bordello — and again, the characters go on through murders, gunshot wounds, arguments, fistfights, and terrible verbal threats, only to repeatedly “reset” every tiny detail of their lives exactly to where they were at the start of Episode 1.

Obviously, a series needs to be grounded in something and you can’t change things too often just for change’s sake — changes need to spring naturally, coming about from the interaction between characters and setting. But the other extreme’s no good either — everything gets calcified.

I won’t stop watching the show — I still appreciate its very real merits. I just hope the writers get a little bolder.


5 03 2014

When people ask me about the dreaded passive voice . . . 

I share the timeless wisdom of TAI CHI . . .


Passive voice is best reserved for those scenes in fiction where you wish to immerse the reader in the story

When your point-of-view character is 







Helpless, or . . . 



For those times when events seem to just unfold of their own accord, taking the protagonist by surprise and just sweeping them off into the unknown. I suppose this could occasionally be something that the protagonist finds pleasant, like a carefully planned surprise party . . . but more often, it’s shocking, demoralizing, confusing, or just plain creepy.


Use sparingly. 


29 10 2013

Well, I’m completely stuck. I know what the last sentence of Misfit’s Trek needs to say.

I know a few different ways to say it. All I have left are minor variations on a sentence. . . twelve of them.

To me, they all sound okay. Or maybe good.

Not good enough, though. Not yet.

Rick rides through the night toward San Bitante,

to thwart a hideous mass execution.

He’s got his saber, his magic, his pistol . . .

and no idea what he’ll do when he gets there.

Misfits' Trek

It’s his first day as a rebel.

Volume 4 of The Talan Revolt


16 07 2013

Here is the link for the RAFFLE!!!

OK, down to business. I’ve already posted something describing the elves in my fantasy world (it would probably qualify as ribbing, actually, if the darn things actually existed…) But here’s the specific roles of a particular elves that appear in my series, The Talan Revolt

RAINGUN (Book 1)
The hero, Rick Rivoire, sees the abuse of an elven slave and attempts to help her. In the end, he is terribly disappointed on how little he is able to improve her situation. This happens the night after a battle in which he played a critical role in defending a city from an onslaught of undead monsters, during which he is being celebrated for his courage. These events make him question whether defending such a society is truly as heroic as he thought it was, and whether this is really what he should be doing.

Later in the story, Rick fights in a prolonged hit-and-run battle against elves in their native forest. They fight like Aztecs, with swords of wood and obsidian, wearing leather armor filled with rock salt. Unfortunately, they also have ritual magic at their disposal that makes survival difficult.

As I recall, no elves make an appearance here.

A powerful elven enchantress appears to Rick in a vampire’s lair, explaining that they share the vampire as a common enemy. She provides Rick with a lot of aid, but he’s suspicious of why she doesn’t seem to want anything in return.

OK, that’s it (or mostly it) for the elves.

I use orcs, and shallorians with much greater frequency. Neither of these races are good or evil at heart, but neither race has done very well under the rule of humans. They are mostly used for manual labor, or as cannon fodder. Orcs, with their thick skin as proof against insects and poisonous plants, are at home in the swamps that humanity doesn’t want; shallorians enjoy deep forests — sometimes coexisting with the elves, sometimes fighting them for territory.

The orcs didn’t always live near humans in large numbers, but they were driven off the plains by goblins who ride wolves. Orcs are poor at handling both horses and firearms, and are thus easy prey for goblin mounted archers.

Rick’s stepfather Leon Pristov, who is the mayor of his hometown, employs one orc (Targ) and one shallorian (Ragshaw) as “muscle”. They enjoyed bullying him as a child, and they don’t care for him much now either. While they enjoy arguing and insulting each other while in the company of others, they do enjoy the crude camaraderie of those who believe they’ve been screwed by a common oppressor (in this case, humanity). On at least one occasion, they’ve been observed drinking together and singing a song on that subject: “Whiskers and Tusks”.

Dosvidanya, DELOCATED

7 07 2013

I’m still recovering from the end of Delocated, an Adult Swim show by Jon Glazer . . . like a lot of other shows on Adult Swim, most people seem to love it or hate it. 

I was sorry to see the show go. I caught the “Finale” by accident one evening while working out in front of cable TV, and it made a hell of an impression on me. After all these months, I think I finally understand why.

“Delocated” satirized reality TV. 

Some people rolled their eyes at this, with an obvious reaction: “What’s the point of satire or parody being targeted at something that’s so ridiculous to start with? Can you even do it?”

The assumption is that satire does sort of require that its target have a certain level of dignity, or pretense of dignity, or history of dignity, or (at least) delusions of dignity. Reality TV has none of those. . . so surely, that makes it impossible to satirize?

No, it doesn’t. Either that, or “Delocated” did the impossible. 

Jon Glazer did this by trying to be as ridiculous as possible. This, by itself, is not so surprising; people try it in comedy all the time. What set him apart was how he did it. 

He didn’t just try to portray reality TV as ridiculous, or try to push to some “new frontier” of crazy on the front of reality TV. He left reality TV just as it was — he showed it as any other sort of (somewhat risky) business with moments of craziness, run by more or less rational people who often made reckless decisions. TV viewers have seen TV executives portrayed that way for decades. . . no one would consider that ridiculous.

The ridiculous part was having the reality show be about a family in the Witness Protection Program who willingly chose to be on camera 24-7; that they wore ski masks and spoke in garbled voices 24-7; that they were followed around by FBI agents 24-7; and that, in all other ways, they went about their business in a perfectly normal way that obviously made them the easiest murder targets that any Russian hit man could ask for.

After Season 1, the pitiful, bumbling Yvgeny wasn’t cutting it as a villain, so he was pushed aside by Sergei, another assassin for the Russian mob: but this one was all business. He never said anything funny, had a strong streak of sadism, and was cold as ice when it came to killing people (which he did a lot).

Light-hearted humor would go to sheer terror, and back again, in the blink of an eye. . . at levels that most TV producers would never go for. 

To me, it proved that the best targets for satire aren’t authority figures, pompous people, or other easy targets that we all learned to satirize in eighth grade. 

The juiciest targets for satire are . . . situations!