I’m not necessarily a big fan of international days of any kind, but this is a nice occasion for some wishing and a link or two.
By now, almost everybody heard about Elizabeth Warren, a US senator (D) silenced by majority leader Mitch McConnell:
Well, these were pretty impressive words that had opposite effect to what their author intended.
She was warned. She was given an explanation. Nevertheless, she persisted.
Damn. It will probably be carved on her tombstone. And used as a rallying cry in her presidential campaign in 2020. Meanwhile, it’s a very nice phrase used by the smarter part of American public, and McConnell probably still doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about, even as it gets thrown in his face during Town Hall meetings.
(for Part One, go here)
Piotrek: But before it gets so-so, it is great. I’d like to mention three areas where I believe Witcher shines.
First – elves. And dwarves, I guess. Also, gnomes and halflings, but in less detail. Some of the best versions of classic fantasy races. Not as otherworldly as various insect races of Czajkowski. Way more down to earth than Tolkien’s original versions. Grounded in deep history that we only glimpse at in the books. Very human, that’s true, in many ways, but distinct enough from their homo sapiens conquerors thanks to their old culture and longevity. Persecuted, diminished, morally as complex as everything in Sapkowski’s universe. Often cruel and vengeful, when given a chance. Psychologically much more realistic than elves of Middle-Earth (which does not make me feel less of Tolkien, of course, we are talking about books written in totally different cadence). Dwarves are shorter, even more cynical, expectedly coarse and just as complex.
Second – politics. Realpolitik, necessary sacrifices, ruthless negotiations, hard alliances, betrayals. With wizards. A world where everybody wants to be Machiavelli. And with mages and elves living for centuries, some of the schemes get really complicated. The decorations are deeply rooted in Europe of Middle Ages, with strong – and quite realistic – addition of magic, but the truths about politics are timeless. Everybody can be outplayed, few loyalties last, the most benevolent (if paternalistic) plans lead to disastrous consequences.
N.K. Jemisin is probably best known for winning this year’s Hugo award for best novel – The Fifth Season, set in The Broken Earth realm. The Killing Moon is a book set in a different reality, but praised as one of her best works to date. Because I started my acquaintance with her prose with a short story set in the same world as The Killing Moon, and because I had access to Killing Moon, not The Fifth Season ;), I decided this would be my first serious intro into Jemisin’s prose.
The Killing Moon takes place in an alternate, very Earth-like (more precisely, ancient Egypt-and-Nubia-like) setting. It’s basically Earth (actually, Earth-like moon orbiting a gas giant, which has one other moon as well) – where all the beliefs about magical power of dreams, about the four “humors” of human body, are true. The soul is something tangible; a precious essence of a human being, which can be, by metaphysical means, touched, preserved or destroyed. It can be led peacefully to the land beyond the realms of living; it can be ripped away from the body, resulting in imminent, and incredibly painful, death. Ah, but this essence, the soul of a conscious being, is also a source of potent magic. It can give strength, intellect, youthfulness, even immortality. As well as an incurable taste for more.
Tad Williams, The Dragonbone Chair
It seems to be a sentiment commonly held by history’s prominent rulers. Half the great churches, mosques and other temples were build to bribe gods, and great kings were convinced that common transgressions against morality will be forgiven in return for all they’ve done to further their deities earthly power.
Yes, I’m reading Memory, Sorrow and Thorne, series I’ve had on my shelves for six years. And I like it a lot, safely predictable, but great fun. Oldschool fantasy they don’t write any more. A caveat – I can’t guarantee I won’t change my mind, I’m only 50 pages in…
I’m actually pretty sure Poland won in 2015 by electing our current Law & (In)justice majority…
io9 prepared a nice presentation for the only contender capable of beating the UK this year…
Or, in the liberal media version:
And Nerdwriter1, showing how crafty – in his stupidity – Trump gets:
(BTW, Nerdwriter1 has many great non-political videos on his channel)
Maybe the wave of stupidity will stop tomorrow? In Poland, L&J could get all the dumb votes, in the US, broad categories of people are highly resistant to Trump’s appeal, by the virtue of not being white middle-aged men…
I’m living in Greenwich +1 time zone and I will probably spend most of the night watching the spectacle.
Lets face it, with Sanders out of the race there is just no alternative to Clinton. Not a single one. John Oliver checked.
On the more serious, post election note… is this the book for our times?
I did not like it as a piece of literature, but it’s about the kind of America that showed it’s disgusting face, not for the first time, but this time – to win. The consequences are hard to imagine.
It’s also the end of America’s soft power. Just the laughingstock of the world from now on.
I hope that people to suffer the most from that catastrophic choice will be Trump’s voters and that they will find themselves even worse off four years from now. But I’m afraid we’re all loosers here.
Sad, sad times.
No, not that:Although I’m very happy that I could binge-watch it now, in Poland, on the day of release, on Netflix, like a normal human being, not one episode a week on… what was it called, television?
Not even that:
Although I believe it’s a superior product. Kevin Spacey is excellent, but Ian Richardson is great. Shakespearean villain, veteran of political system even more ruthless than the one we know from the American version, Francis Urquhart would outmanoeuvre Frank Underwood before breakfast. And then Underwood would remind him that UK is a pygmy next to the world’s biggest superpower. Realpolitik is a tough business.
Actually I’d love to see a series where Urquhart/Underwood had to cooperate, sort of evil version of Roosevelt/Churchill duo. Magnificent bastards both of them…
Ladies and gentlemen, today I give you this:
Michel Dobbs, House of Cards (1989)
the book that wasn’t better