(Originally posted on Wednesday, 29 December 2021; updated on 31 December 2021)
In the update I added some things at the end – I left my original post unchanged.
We (me and my daughter) have just come back from the cinema and I have to say this: all the negative reviews of the movie Matrix Resurrections are simply moronic! We both LOVED this movie, even though it was not perfect. My rating: 9/10.
There are so many negative reviews of this movie on the net that I was really hesitant to go to the cinema, so I feel the need to point out the most moronic and/or misleading ones:
1. “The special effects are weak”.
This is NOT true! The special effects are great, but they are used only when they are needed! In this regard it's similar to the great movie Rogue One: A Star Wars Story.
2. “This is not an action movie, but a love story”.
This is NOT true! There is LOTS of good action! Moreover the action is very gripping, especially the “final showdown”! Nail-biting!
3. “The melee fighting is weak”.
This is NOT true! I enjoyed the melee fighting a lot! I think it's way better than the over-the-top melee fighting from the Matrix Revolutions.
4. “This is a feminist movie”.
This is NOT true! I despise some stupid feminist crap myself, but I had no trouble to watch this movie at all. I actually liked the fact that Trinity was as important as Neo – it shows that it takes two people of different sexes to “achieve the best results”.
5. “Wachowski wanted to explain plot holes from the original trilogy.”
This is NOT true! There are many references to the original trilogy, but the plot is all about a new story and it explains really well how it's all possible. The plot is actually quite ingenious and adds new ideas!
6. “It's similar to the movie Matrix (one)”.
This is NOT true! All the new ideas make it a whole different story! A great thought-provoking story!
7. “It breaks the 4th wall.”
This is NOT true! The fourth wall is a performance convention in which an invisible, imagined wall separates actors from the audience – while the audience can see through this "wall", the convention assumes the actors act as if they cannot. In the Matrix Resurrections the actors don't make any direct eye contact with the camera and all the references to the original trilogy are shown just as their dreams and/or memories (real ones or from a computer game that is a part of the story).
8. “It insults true Matrix fans.”
This is NOT true! It shows that some people over-react to something and/or over-interpret a fictional character and/or over-idealise a real person but it's NOT insulting. It's merely an observation – some people do such things in the real life! You do such things in the real life? Live with the consequences! I loved the original Matrix (the very first movie) and I didn't feel offended by the Matrix Resurrections at all.
9. “Jonathan Groff is weak as the agent Smith.”
This is NOT true! I really enjoyed how Jonathan Groff coped with this role. Maybe he wasn't perfect, but he did a really GOOD job!
I have no idea why the Matrix Resurrections gets such negative reviews. Maybe Wachowski has rubbed somebody the wrong way? But when? The one thing I know is that some “experienced reviewers” praise some very annoying movies (like the Last Jedi or the Ghostbusters 2016), but shit on some really enjoyable movies (like the The Rise of Skywalker or the Ghostbusters: Afterlife). It seems to me that after the “Last Jedi reviewing fiasco” the “experienced reviewers” are now backed by an army of “Internet people” who only pretend to be “standard movie-goers” and repeat all the crap the “experienced reviewers” are trying to force, so the “experienced reviewers” won't make idiots of themselves again. But I digress.
I have to point out my favourite actors in the Matrix Resurrections: Neil Patrick Harris and Jessica Henwick – I really enjoyed the way they played their roles! To me Neil Patrick Harris stole the whole movie!
Summing up:
I LOVED the movie Matrix Resurrections! My daughter loved this movie too! And I didn't hear anybody complaining among all the people who were leaving the cinema!
UPDATE:
In the post above I wrote about negative reviews specifically with the misleading claims above, but also about negative reviews/ratings in general. I understand that personal reviews/ratings are by definition strongly subjective, but a rating of 1/10 means that there is NOTHING good in this movie, which is an utter nonsense. In case of Matrix Resurrections the ratings of 3/10 or below are simply pathetic. I rated one of my most hated movies – the Last Jedi 4.5/10. This is called objectivity. Yes, you have to retain some objectivity even in personal strongly subjective reviews/ratings.
I have to admit that I am surprised by the number or “medium ratings” (4/10, 5/10 and 6/10) – I can't believe that so many people can't appreciate Matrix Resurrections.
On the other hand I myself have always approached this series in a different way than most of the fans – I didn't watch the first Matrix in the cinema because in a trailer I saw some people running on walls and I said “pass”. I watched it only after some time in TV and I liked it a lot, but it wasn't because of special effects. The following 2 movies I watched in the cinema and each time I was walking out of the cinema more and more angry – in the simulation there was more and more fighting just for the sake of the fighting and/or for the sake of special effects (for example the fight of Neo against a horde of agents Smiths to me wasn't magnificent but just silly) and in the world outside of the simulation there were less and less cool and/or sensible things (I got angry especially by what was happening in Zion and by the fact that Neo from some moment was “wirelessly connected” to the world of machines). Matrix Resurrections to me is simply a return to the source – most scenes happen in the simulation and the city Io is different (less annoying) than Zion. As far as the philosophical side is concerned this movie raises the bar even higher, for example the idea that Neo produces more energy (for the machines) when he is subjected to negative emotions is simply fantastic – looking at our present world it gives me shivers.
Wednesday, 29 December 2021
Sunday, 19 December 2021
My opinion about chess
(Originally posted on Saturday, 20 October 2018; updated most recently on 19 December 2021)
In this post I now use the Chesstempo PGN viewer that can be found on this site:
https://chesstempo.com/pgn-viewer/
Currently the Chesstempo PGN viewer is the best free online PGN viewer that I know of, but it's not perfect. For some reason it makes the first move by default and I don't know how to turn it off. I added a “null move” at the start, but You have to avoid “taking this move back” because the PGN viewer “gets confused” then and messes up sides. I also don't know how to make the move list window smaller, but there is “a vertical height resize handle” at the bottom, so you can make it smaller (or larger) yourself.
Recently my opinion about chess have improved significantly. I have always known that chess is called “the royal game”, but I didn't like the fact it relies heavily on memorizing things. Now I have learned that chess prevents or at least slows down some mental diseases, for example Alzeimer's disease and other cases of dementia. Interestingly even people suffering from schizophrenia benefit from playing chess – it was an even bigger surprise for me. I learned about it here:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/health-benefits-playing-chess-louay-alzaher
From my own experience I can say that chess:
1. Helps you to handle your own failures/mistakes.
2. Improves your concentration and your time management.
3. Teaches you that some things may be improved just by altering the order of your actions.
Chess is a fascinating game because a relatively small number of rules transforms into a very complex analysis. Moreover there is no “proper strategy” in amateur chess – every player is different and every player can play the way it suits his skills.
One of the best things about chess is the fact that even relatively simple endgame positions can be played in many different ways.
My favourite, by far, endgame is the Lucena position – as the stronger side you can always win it, but you have to know what you are doing.
1. Mate threat.
The losing side makes a mate threat, but after one additional move by the winning side the defending king has only one square to go without being checked on the very next move.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/1r6 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kd6 2.Kd8 Rh1 3.Rd2+ Ke5 4.c8=Q Rh8+ 5.Kc7 Rxc8+ 6.Kxc8 1-0
2. Capture.
It's not quite the Lucena position because the defending rook is on the same file as the attacking pawn, but it shows why the defense in the proper Lucena position is as it is.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/2r5 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kd6 2.Kd8 Rxc7 3.Rd2+ Kc6 4.Rc2+ Kb6 5.Rxc7 1-0
3. Building a bridge.
This is the proper Lucena position – the losing side waits for the attacking king to move and then keeps checking him.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/1r6 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf7 2.Re4 Rb2 3.Kd7 Rd2+ 4.Kc6 Rc2+ 5.Kd6 Rd2+ 6.Kc5 Rc2+ 7.Rc4 Rxc4+ 8.Kxc4 Ke7 9.c8=Q 1-0
4. Anti-bridge defense – rook.
The losing side wants to prevent the bridge by using the rook on the crucial rank – it ends up with a bridge anyway, but with a different move order.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/1r6/8/3R4/8 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf7 2.Kd7 Rd4+ 3.Kc6 Rc4+ 4.Kd6 Rd4+ 5.Kc5 Rd1 6.Re4 Rc1+ 7.Rc4 Rxc4+ 8.Kxc4 Ke7 9.c8=Q 1-0
5. Anti-bridge defense – king.
The losing side wants to prevent the bridge by using the king.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/1r6 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf6 2.Re4 Kf5 3.Re7 Kf6 4.Kd8 Rd1+ 5.Rd7 Rh1 6.c8=Q Rh8+ 7.Kc7 Rxc8+ 8.Kxc8 1-0
6. Anti-bridge defense – capture.
The losing side hopes that the winning side will recapture with the king instead of with the rook. It could happen in blitz chess with very little time on the clock.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/2r5 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf6 2.Re4 Kf5 3.Re7 Kf6 4.Kd8 Rxc7 5.Rxc7 1-0
7. Building a bridge – stalling defense.
I must admit that I missed this variation in my earlier analysis and I wonder if I would see the “obvious answer” with very little time on the clock.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/8/8/3R4/1r6 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf7 2.Re4 Rb2 3.Kd7 Rd2+ 4.Kc6 Rc2+ 5.Kd6 Rc1 6.Re5 Kf6 7.Rc5 Rxc5 8.Kxc5 Ke7 9.c8=Q 1-0
8. Anti-bridge defense – stalling defense.
Another missed variation in my earlier analysis. It combines three elements: anti-bridge defense with the rook, anti-bridge defense with the king and a stalling move. If the winning side plays the same way as in the previous stalling variation (Re5) it would end up drawing – the losing side would simply take the pawn.
[FEN "2K5/2P1k3/8/8/1r6/8/3R4/8 b - - 0 1"] 1...-- 1.Re2+ Kf6 2.Kd7 Rd4+ 3.Kc6 Rc4+ 4.Kd6 Rc1 5.Rd2 Kf7 6.Kd7 Rc3 7.c8=Q Rxc8 8.Kxc8 1-0
Below is my own game with the Lucena position. The endgame was started as in the variation 1, but my opponent didn't actually make the mate threat and he (or she) resigned right away. The game is interesting for a whole different reason – it was 94 moves long! I was playing white, so the precise number of single moves was 187. It was a blitz game, but with time increment – the clock was set as 3 minutes + 5 seconds per move and it lasted 17 minutes overall!
The game is a very good example of my playing style and of my personality as well. I played a very quiet and safe opening (the London System – the “boring system” – the “old man’s system”). When my opponent castled queen-side I did the same – he planned an all-out attack on my king, but I didn't let him do it. He got too relaxed and he missed a simple combination that gave me his rook for my knight. Staying in my style I gave back the exchange right away, but for a pawn – I would have to do it sooner or later anyway. Soon after that I managed to win another pawn, but later I messed up the endgame and the position became drawn again. Well, it was drawn with proper defense, but my opponent messed things up himself and we ended up in the Lucena position. A position I knew I would win. Cool feeling.
1. d4 e6 2. Nf3 d5 3. Bf4 Nc6 4. c3 Nf6 5. h3 a6 6. Nbd2 h6 7. Qc2 Bd6 8. Bxd6
Qxd6 9. e4 dxe4 10. Nxe4 Nxe4 11. Qxe4 Bd7 12. Be2 O-O-O 13. O-O-O f5 14. Qe3
Qd5 15. Kb1 g5 16. g3 Na5 17. Qe5 Bc6 18. Qxd5 Bxd5 19. Rhe1 Nc4 20. Bxc4 Bxc4
21. Ne5 Bd5 22. Nf7 Bf3 23. Rd2 Be4+ 24. Kc1 Rdf8 25. Nxh8 Rxh8 26. Rde2 Bd5
27. Rxe6 Bxe6 28. Rxe6 Kd7 29. Rf6 g4 30. Rxf5 gxh3 31. Rh5 Rf8 32. f4 Re8 33.
Kd2 Rg8 34. Rxh3 Rg6 35. Ke3 Ke6 36. Kf3 Kf7 37. Rh2 Rb6 38. g4 a5 39. Re2 Rc6
40. Re5 b6 41. Ke3 a4 42. a3 Kf6 43. Rh5 Kg7 44. g5 hxg5 45. Rxg5+ Kf6 46. Rb5
Rc4 47. Rb4 Rc6 48. Rxa4 Re6+ 49. Kd3 Re1 50. Kd2 Rf1 51. d5 Ke7 52. Rd4 Kd6
53. Kc2 Rf2+ 54. Kb3 b5 55. a4 bxa4+ 56. Rxa4 Kxd5 57. Rd4+ Kc5 58. Rc4+ Kd6
59. Ka3 c5 60. b4 cxb4+ 61. Rxb4 Kc5 62. Kb3 Rf3 63. Ra4 Kb5 64. Re4 Kc5 65.
Rd4 Kb5 66. Re4 Kc5 67. Re5+ Kd6 68. Re4 Kd5 69. Ra4 Kc5 70. Ra2 Rxf4 71. Ra5+
Kb6 72. Rd5 Kc6 73. Rd8 Kb5 74. Rh8 Kc5 75. Rh5+ Kc6 76. c4 Kb6 77. Kb4 Rf1 78.
Rh6+ Kc7 79. Kc5 Rc1 80. Rh7+ Kd8 81. Kd6 Ke8 82. c5 Rd1+ 83. Kc6 Rc1 84. Rh8+
Kf7 85. Rd8 Ke7 86. Rd2 Ke6 87. Kb6 Rb1+ 88. Kc7 Rc1 89. c6 Ke7 90. Kb7 Rb1+
91. Kc8 Rc1 92. c7 Rb1 93. Re2+ Kd6 94. Kd8 1-0
PS. To be clear: I am strongly AGAINST teaching chess at schools as an obligatory subject. A game of chess is still just a game – a child can be perfectly fine without chess. There are LOTS of other games that improve concentration, mind abilities and things like that. Promotion of chess is good, but obligation of learning chess is unacceptable to me.
In this post I now use the Chesstempo PGN viewer that can be found on this site:
https://chesstempo.com/pgn-viewer/
Currently the Chesstempo PGN viewer is the best free online PGN viewer that I know of, but it's not perfect. For some reason it makes the first move by default and I don't know how to turn it off. I added a “null move” at the start, but You have to avoid “taking this move back” because the PGN viewer “gets confused” then and messes up sides. I also don't know how to make the move list window smaller, but there is “a vertical height resize handle” at the bottom, so you can make it smaller (or larger) yourself.
Recently my opinion about chess have improved significantly. I have always known that chess is called “the royal game”, but I didn't like the fact it relies heavily on memorizing things. Now I have learned that chess prevents or at least slows down some mental diseases, for example Alzeimer's disease and other cases of dementia. Interestingly even people suffering from schizophrenia benefit from playing chess – it was an even bigger surprise for me. I learned about it here:
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/health-benefits-playing-chess-louay-alzaher
From my own experience I can say that chess:
1. Helps you to handle your own failures/mistakes.
2. Improves your concentration and your time management.
3. Teaches you that some things may be improved just by altering the order of your actions.
Chess is a fascinating game because a relatively small number of rules transforms into a very complex analysis. Moreover there is no “proper strategy” in amateur chess – every player is different and every player can play the way it suits his skills.
One of the best things about chess is the fact that even relatively simple endgame positions can be played in many different ways.
My favourite, by far, endgame is the Lucena position – as the stronger side you can always win it, but you have to know what you are doing.
1. Mate threat.
The losing side makes a mate threat, but after one additional move by the winning side the defending king has only one square to go without being checked on the very next move.
2. Capture.
It's not quite the Lucena position because the defending rook is on the same file as the attacking pawn, but it shows why the defense in the proper Lucena position is as it is.
3. Building a bridge.
This is the proper Lucena position – the losing side waits for the attacking king to move and then keeps checking him.
4. Anti-bridge defense – rook.
The losing side wants to prevent the bridge by using the rook on the crucial rank – it ends up with a bridge anyway, but with a different move order.
5. Anti-bridge defense – king.
The losing side wants to prevent the bridge by using the king.
6. Anti-bridge defense – capture.
The losing side hopes that the winning side will recapture with the king instead of with the rook. It could happen in blitz chess with very little time on the clock.
7. Building a bridge – stalling defense.
I must admit that I missed this variation in my earlier analysis and I wonder if I would see the “obvious answer” with very little time on the clock.
8. Anti-bridge defense – stalling defense.
Another missed variation in my earlier analysis. It combines three elements: anti-bridge defense with the rook, anti-bridge defense with the king and a stalling move. If the winning side plays the same way as in the previous stalling variation (Re5) it would end up drawing – the losing side would simply take the pawn.
Below is my own game with the Lucena position. The endgame was started as in the variation 1, but my opponent didn't actually make the mate threat and he (or she) resigned right away. The game is interesting for a whole different reason – it was 94 moves long! I was playing white, so the precise number of single moves was 187. It was a blitz game, but with time increment – the clock was set as 3 minutes + 5 seconds per move and it lasted 17 minutes overall!
The game is a very good example of my playing style and of my personality as well. I played a very quiet and safe opening (the London System – the “boring system” – the “old man’s system”). When my opponent castled queen-side I did the same – he planned an all-out attack on my king, but I didn't let him do it. He got too relaxed and he missed a simple combination that gave me his rook for my knight. Staying in my style I gave back the exchange right away, but for a pawn – I would have to do it sooner or later anyway. Soon after that I managed to win another pawn, but later I messed up the endgame and the position became drawn again. Well, it was drawn with proper defense, but my opponent messed things up himself and we ended up in the Lucena position. A position I knew I would win. Cool feeling.
PS. To be clear: I am strongly AGAINST teaching chess at schools as an obligatory subject. A game of chess is still just a game – a child can be perfectly fine without chess. There are LOTS of other games that improve concentration, mind abilities and things like that. Promotion of chess is good, but obligation of learning chess is unacceptable to me.
Weird Science – one of the funniest movies I have EVER seen!
(Originally posted on Sunday, 19 December 2021)
The movie Weird Science is extremely funny! I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard while watching a movie, even a comedy sitcom! Many times I literally burst into laughter!
By today’s standards the movie is far from political correctness, which makes it even better. Well, the main female character (named Lisa) is actually the smartest character in the whole movie, but she is also extremely sexy (played by Kelly LeBrock) and she understands why the two nerds created her (they wanted a female). The nerds’ plan is actually NOT realised (except for some kissing), but there are lots of hilarious sexist jokes, for example when the nerds are designing Lisa one of them asks the question: “Should we give her a brain?”. They end up giving her “Einstein’s brain”, so the nerds are actually quite “decent”.
The movie is a TRUE teenage movie about the time when teens (or rather their bodies) are ready for procreation and they subconsciously think only about sex. The movie is one big funny exaggeration of such situations. Please notice that Lisa has some “magic abilities” (thanks to it there are as many hilarious scenes as possible), so the word “TRUE” applies only for the teens’ “state of mind”, not to what is actually happening. As I wrote – it’s one of the funniest movies I have EVER seen!
Lisa takes charge of the whole situation and lots of jokes are actually on the nerds. One of the best scenes in the movie is when Lisa picks up Gary to take him to a party and she talks to his parents. Gary is played by Anthony Michael Hall who is AWESOME in this role!
The movie features also Bill Paxton – one of my favourite actors ever! He plays Chet who is Wyatt’s older brother. He’s also a total asshole and a little crazy, but Paxton is, as always, fantastic! “Here's the bottom line, Wyatt. I'm telling Mom and Dad everything. And I'm even considering making up some shit.”
There is also very young Iron Man, I mean very young Robert Downey Jr. who plays a kind of bully!
The movie Weird Science is extremely funny! I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard while watching a movie, even a comedy sitcom! Many times I literally burst into laughter!
By today’s standards the movie is far from political correctness, which makes it even better. Well, the main female character (named Lisa) is actually the smartest character in the whole movie, but she is also extremely sexy (played by Kelly LeBrock) and she understands why the two nerds created her (they wanted a female). The nerds’ plan is actually NOT realised (except for some kissing), but there are lots of hilarious sexist jokes, for example when the nerds are designing Lisa one of them asks the question: “Should we give her a brain?”. They end up giving her “Einstein’s brain”, so the nerds are actually quite “decent”.
The movie is a TRUE teenage movie about the time when teens (or rather their bodies) are ready for procreation and they subconsciously think only about sex. The movie is one big funny exaggeration of such situations. Please notice that Lisa has some “magic abilities” (thanks to it there are as many hilarious scenes as possible), so the word “TRUE” applies only for the teens’ “state of mind”, not to what is actually happening. As I wrote – it’s one of the funniest movies I have EVER seen!
Lisa takes charge of the whole situation and lots of jokes are actually on the nerds. One of the best scenes in the movie is when Lisa picks up Gary to take him to a party and she talks to his parents. Gary is played by Anthony Michael Hall who is AWESOME in this role!
The movie features also Bill Paxton – one of my favourite actors ever! He plays Chet who is Wyatt’s older brother. He’s also a total asshole and a little crazy, but Paxton is, as always, fantastic! “Here's the bottom line, Wyatt. I'm telling Mom and Dad everything. And I'm even considering making up some shit.”
There is also very young Iron Man, I mean very young Robert Downey Jr. who plays a kind of bully!
Light pollution comparison
(Originally posted on Friday, 23 April 2021)
The first two videos below are simply spectacular, but it’s the third video that is really mind-blowing! The problem of light pollution is not only about “how many stars you can see”, but it’s also about the life (or death) of many living species on the Earth! Interestingly, it’s also about safety of people, including policemen, but it turns out that very bright night-streets are NOT safer! Though-provoking stuff, really!
Turn the full screen on!
Here I would like to point out something that I have just realized – the maximum star magnitude that you can see with the naked eye in the DARKEST locations on Earth is ONLY 7 or 8! But in my small telescope (70/700 refractor) on a balcony in a city with big light pollution I can see (in good viewing conditions) even stars of magnitude 9! The catch is that the field of view of any telescope is EXTREMELY narrow when compared to the field of view of the naked eye, so the experience is greatly diminished.
Yes, it's fun to see many stars even from the middle of a city with big light pollution (thanks to a telescope), but it doesn't compare to the awesomeness of very dark skies. Obviously when you go out of a city to a place with significantly lower light pollution then the overall number of stars that can be seen in a given observing tool will be MUCH higher, so it's doubly worth it!
The first two videos below are simply spectacular, but it’s the third video that is really mind-blowing! The problem of light pollution is not only about “how many stars you can see”, but it’s also about the life (or death) of many living species on the Earth! Interestingly, it’s also about safety of people, including policemen, but it turns out that very bright night-streets are NOT safer! Though-provoking stuff, really!
Turn the full screen on!
Here I would like to point out something that I have just realized – the maximum star magnitude that you can see with the naked eye in the DARKEST locations on Earth is ONLY 7 or 8! But in my small telescope (70/700 refractor) on a balcony in a city with big light pollution I can see (in good viewing conditions) even stars of magnitude 9! The catch is that the field of view of any telescope is EXTREMELY narrow when compared to the field of view of the naked eye, so the experience is greatly diminished.
Yes, it's fun to see many stars even from the middle of a city with big light pollution (thanks to a telescope), but it doesn't compare to the awesomeness of very dark skies. Obviously when you go out of a city to a place with significantly lower light pollution then the overall number of stars that can be seen in a given observing tool will be MUCH higher, so it's doubly worth it!
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Originally this blog was dedicated purely to Glen Cook novels, but over time it expanded over different topics.
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The most recent posts on this blog
I've changed the date in most of my posts, so they are in the order I prefer. The original date is at the start or at the end of every modified post.
The most recent posts are:
My opinion about chess (19 December 2021)
Weird Science – one of the funniest movies I have EVER seen! (19 December 2021)
Chess is not about intelligence (18 December 2021 - update)
Listen to this! (15 December 2021)
NBA 2022 MVP race – part 1 (28 November 2021)
A constant grin of true happiness (thanks to Ghostbusters: Afterlife) (21 November 2021)
Polish soldiers taking the oath (11 November 2021)
Learning to fly AND land a radio controlled plane with CRRCSim (11 November 2021)
Do you think that modern communism would be much different than this? (9 October 2021)
Respect for Kyrie Irving! (9 October 2021)
The Ultra Vivid Lament – a song-by-song review (3 October 2021 - update)
Most universal types of binoculars (3 October 2021 - update)
Easy astronomy for total amateurs (16 September 2021 - update)
My top 12 favourite posts (on any topic) are:
The Dragon Never Sleeps re-read (Glen Cook's masterpiece)
303 (Polish) Squadron - Battle of Britain diary
My favourite list of Manic Street Preachers songs
Glycemic index makes fools out of people
A man who saved the life of George Washington
Embrace your problems with joy!
Gravity, acceleration, centrifugal force, tides and time
Men's and women's brains
Echoes of the Great Song re-read (David Gemmell's masterpiece)
Peace between people
Difference between an unborn baby and a newborn baby
Beauty of nature
Sticky:
“I'll go barefoot”
Fascinating history of modern astronomy
A reminder
You can find all of my favourite posts under the label “00 – My favourite posts”.
The most recent posts are:
My opinion about chess (19 December 2021)
Weird Science – one of the funniest movies I have EVER seen! (19 December 2021)
Chess is not about intelligence (18 December 2021 - update)
Listen to this! (15 December 2021)
NBA 2022 MVP race – part 1 (28 November 2021)
A constant grin of true happiness (thanks to Ghostbusters: Afterlife) (21 November 2021)
Polish soldiers taking the oath (11 November 2021)
Learning to fly AND land a radio controlled plane with CRRCSim (11 November 2021)
Do you think that modern communism would be much different than this? (9 October 2021)
Respect for Kyrie Irving! (9 October 2021)
The Ultra Vivid Lament – a song-by-song review (3 October 2021 - update)
Most universal types of binoculars (3 October 2021 - update)
Easy astronomy for total amateurs (16 September 2021 - update)
My top 12 favourite posts (on any topic) are:
The Dragon Never Sleeps re-read (Glen Cook's masterpiece)
303 (Polish) Squadron - Battle of Britain diary
My favourite list of Manic Street Preachers songs
Glycemic index makes fools out of people
A man who saved the life of George Washington
Embrace your problems with joy!
Gravity, acceleration, centrifugal force, tides and time
Men's and women's brains
Echoes of the Great Song re-read (David Gemmell's masterpiece)
Peace between people
Difference between an unborn baby and a newborn baby
Beauty of nature
Sticky:
“I'll go barefoot”
Fascinating history of modern astronomy
A reminder
You can find all of my favourite posts under the label “00 – My favourite posts”.
Wednesday, 20 April 2016
My favourite quotes
(Originally posted in May 2013)
Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
(Glen Cook - The Black Company, 1984)
Life has a habit of not being fair. (...) A man who goes through life complaining about fairness will make nothing of himself.
(David Gemmell - Knights of Dark Renown, 1989)
My letter was burnt but your words were wise
For mystery and youth must surely collide
(Manic Street Preachers - I Think I Found It - from their 10th studio album Postcards From A Young Man, 2010)
The administration is growing to handle the challenges of the growing administration.
(I don’t know who should be credited for this quote, but I had to post it anyway.)
Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
(Glen Cook - The Black Company, 1984)
Life has a habit of not being fair. (...) A man who goes through life complaining about fairness will make nothing of himself.
(David Gemmell - Knights of Dark Renown, 1989)
My letter was burnt but your words were wise
For mystery and youth must surely collide
(Manic Street Preachers - I Think I Found It - from their 10th studio album Postcards From A Young Man, 2010)
The administration is growing to handle the challenges of the growing administration.
(I don’t know who should be credited for this quote, but I had to post it anyway.)
Thursday, 31 March 2016
The Black Company (first novel in the Black Company series)
(Originally posted on Saturday, 16 May 2009)
My rating: 9/10 (very high re-reading value)
This book is written in a quasi first person perspective, as if it were a chronicle of the Black Company. The narrator is the annalist of the company, who sometimes gives his sarcastic commentary. Personally I enjoy first person perspective in books, and this one is done very well.
The Black Company is a mercenary group that can be hired by anyone who is able to pay enough. They unwillingly get into service under “the wrong side” and are caught in a war on a huge scale. They have no other choice as to do what they are paid for as good as they can. They are just trying to survive.
Most of the soldiers in its rank consider the Black Company as a family in a sense that they don’t have any other place they could go, or any other thing they could do or want to do. The reader learn hardly anything about their past, which is very good, because the plot is therefore much faster.
One of the things I liked in this novel is the fact that female characters are very strong (this is true for almost all of Glen Cook’s books). The most powerful wizard in this book is a woman. There are also other women playing important roles, although the Black Company itself has no women among its ranks (at least in this novel).
The characters in this book are unforgettable. Even their names work on imagination and are easy to remember. Some of the most memorable characters are evil wizards: Lady, Soulcatcher, Limper, Shapeshifter. Other wizards’ names are also catchy even if they are playing minor parts: Howler, Bonegnasher, Nightcrawler, Hanged Man, Raker, Whisper, Feather, Journey.
The main characters from the Black Company itself are very interesting and likeable: One-Eye, Goblin, Silent, Croaker, Captain, Lieutenant, Hagop, Otto, Elmo. I don’t know any other book from which I remember so many names of the characters. It’s remarkable.
One more important thing. There are NO elves, dwarves, orcs or similar characters in this book. There are some strange creatures, but they live in a certain area of the world called The Plain of Fear. They are not part of the “human world” and their origins are mysterious.
As for the plot: the action starts right from the first page and hardly ever lets up. The book ends with a battle on a huge scale. There is one thing I would like to point out: the fighting scenes are not very personal or detailed. Don’t expect descriptions of sword duels or something similar. Most of the fighting in Glen Cook’s books is based on a broader view.
The parts between fighting scenes are also interesting and fun. This book has a very good balance between different kinds of action and they are all good. Of course that is true if you like Glen Cook’s style of writing and his down to earth approach.
The ideas found in The Black Company are in my opinion very original. Even if some themes are a little similar to other books they are so uniquely put together that they become a whole new concept. Glen Cook’s imagination is exceptional. Combined with his gritty realism, it gives a very entertaining read.
The narration is not smooth, which is a common problem with Glen Cook’s novels. This is the only problem I see. The rest is unforgettable.
Overall for me The Black Company is a very good book. Almost perfect.
(9/10)
My rating: 9/10 (very high re-reading value)
This book is written in a quasi first person perspective, as if it were a chronicle of the Black Company. The narrator is the annalist of the company, who sometimes gives his sarcastic commentary. Personally I enjoy first person perspective in books, and this one is done very well.
The Black Company is a mercenary group that can be hired by anyone who is able to pay enough. They unwillingly get into service under “the wrong side” and are caught in a war on a huge scale. They have no other choice as to do what they are paid for as good as they can. They are just trying to survive.
Most of the soldiers in its rank consider the Black Company as a family in a sense that they don’t have any other place they could go, or any other thing they could do or want to do. The reader learn hardly anything about their past, which is very good, because the plot is therefore much faster.
One of the things I liked in this novel is the fact that female characters are very strong (this is true for almost all of Glen Cook’s books). The most powerful wizard in this book is a woman. There are also other women playing important roles, although the Black Company itself has no women among its ranks (at least in this novel).
The characters in this book are unforgettable. Even their names work on imagination and are easy to remember. Some of the most memorable characters are evil wizards: Lady, Soulcatcher, Limper, Shapeshifter. Other wizards’ names are also catchy even if they are playing minor parts: Howler, Bonegnasher, Nightcrawler, Hanged Man, Raker, Whisper, Feather, Journey.
The main characters from the Black Company itself are very interesting and likeable: One-Eye, Goblin, Silent, Croaker, Captain, Lieutenant, Hagop, Otto, Elmo. I don’t know any other book from which I remember so many names of the characters. It’s remarkable.
One more important thing. There are NO elves, dwarves, orcs or similar characters in this book. There are some strange creatures, but they live in a certain area of the world called The Plain of Fear. They are not part of the “human world” and their origins are mysterious.
As for the plot: the action starts right from the first page and hardly ever lets up. The book ends with a battle on a huge scale. There is one thing I would like to point out: the fighting scenes are not very personal or detailed. Don’t expect descriptions of sword duels or something similar. Most of the fighting in Glen Cook’s books is based on a broader view.
The parts between fighting scenes are also interesting and fun. This book has a very good balance between different kinds of action and they are all good. Of course that is true if you like Glen Cook’s style of writing and his down to earth approach.
The ideas found in The Black Company are in my opinion very original. Even if some themes are a little similar to other books they are so uniquely put together that they become a whole new concept. Glen Cook’s imagination is exceptional. Combined with his gritty realism, it gives a very entertaining read.
The narration is not smooth, which is a common problem with Glen Cook’s novels. This is the only problem I see. The rest is unforgettable.
Overall for me The Black Company is a very good book. Almost perfect.
(9/10)
Wednesday, 30 March 2016
The Black Company re-read
(Originally posted on Sunday, 28 October 2012)
Recently I’ve re-read The Black Company novel – the very first book by Glen Cook that I have ever read. It made me remember why I fell in love with his style of writing.
The Black Company novel is an all-time classic. The action starts from the very first page and it is fast paced throughout the book. There is so much happening that any other author would make a trilogy out of this one novel. It’s gritty, it’s mysterious, it’s larger than life, it’s sarcastic,
it's truthful and it gets better and better with every chapter. The ending is great and quite uplifting. Yeah, uplifting. Many later Glen Cook novels are somewhat depressing, but not The Black Company novel. The second part of this book, especially the ending, shows that the main characters are good guys after all.
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
The Captain was cool. He didn’t crack an eyelid or smile. “You’re presumptuous, Croaker. When are you going to learn to go through channels?” Channels meant bug the Lieutenant first. Don’t interrupt his nap unless Blues were storming the Bastion.
“The fool is going to pile onto the rocks.”
I woke up. The coaster was perilously near said danger. She shifted course a point and eluded disaster by a hundred yards, resumed her original course.
“That put some excitement into our day,” I observed.
”One of these first days you’re going to say something without getting sarcastic and I’ll curl up and die, Croaker.”
“Keeps me sane, friend.”
“It’s debatable, Croaker. Debatable.”
When I reflect on my companions' inner natures I usually wish
I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look into the jungle of my own soul and thank heaven that I cannot. Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
We lead a simple life. No thinking required. The Captain takes care of that. We just follow orders. For most of us the Black Company is a hiding place; a refuge from yesterday, a place to become a new man.
You who come after me, scribbling these Annals, by now realize that I shy off portraying the whole truth about our band of blackguards. You know they are vicious, violent, and ignorant. They are complete barbarians, living out their cruelest fantasies, their behavior tempered only by the presence of a few decent men.
I do not often show that side because these men are my brethren, my family, and I was taught young not to speak ill of kin. The old lessons die hardest.
Naturally, Raven has become the Captain's best friend. They sit around together like a couple of rocks, talking about the same things boulders do. They are content just to share one another's company.
Soulcatcher marched beside me, matching stride for stride, occasionally glancing my way. I could not see his face, but I sensed his amusement.
The relief came, and was followed by a wave of awe at my own temerity. I had talked back like Catcher was one of the guys. It was thunderbolt time.
"So why don't we look at those documents?" he asked. He seemed positively cheerful. I showed him to the wagon. We scrambled aboard. The driver gave us one wide-eyed look, then stared determinedly forward, shivering and trying to become deaf.
Soulcatcher was there. We had not seen him since that day at the edge of the forest. I had hoped he had gotten too busy to get back to us. I looked at the Captain, trying to divine the future from his face. I saw that he was not happy.
If the Captain was not happy, I wasn't.
Once each month, in the evening, the entire Company assembles so the Annalist can read from his predecessors. The readings are supposed to put the men in touch with the outfit's history and traditions, which stretch back centuries and thousands of miles.
I placed my selection on a crude lectern and went with the usual formula. "Good evening, brothers. A reading from the Annals of the Black Company, last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Tonight I'm reading from the Book of Kette, set down early in the Company's second century by Annalists Lees, Agrip, Holm, and Straw. The Company was in service to the Paingod of Cho'n Delor at that time. That was when the Company really was black.
"The reading is from Annalist Straw. It concerns the Company's role in events surrounding the fall of Cho'n Delor." I began to read, reflecting privately that the Company has served many losing causes.
The Cho'n Delor era bore many resemblances to our own, though then, standing more than six thousand strong, the Company was in a better position to shape its own destiny.
I lost track entirely. Old Straw was hell with a pen. I read for three hours, raving like a mad prophet, and held them spellbound. They gave me an ovation when I finished. I retreated from the lectern feeling as though my life had been fulfilled.
Silent smiled, shrugged, stalked over to the stone pile and seated himself. He was done with the question game. Of all the Company he is the least concerned about the image he will present in the Annals. He does not care-whether people like or hate him, does not care where he has been or where he is going. Sometimes I wonder if he cares whether he lives or dies, wonder what makes him stay. He must have some attachment to the Company.
Stormbringer had gotten carried away. We were suffering almost as much as was the Rebel. Visibility was a scant dozen yards. I could barely see the men to my right and left, and only two guys in the rearguard line, walking backward before me. Knowing our enemies had to come after us facing into the wind did not cheer me much.
The Captain looked like a naturally surly bear wakened from hibernation prematurely. The grey at his temples wriggled as he chewed his words before spitting them out. His face sagged. His eyes were dark hollows. His voice was infinitely tired.
"That's not your department, though, is it? Catcher doesn't second-guess your surgical procedures, does he? Then why question the grand strategy?"
I grinned. "The unwritten law of all armies, Captain. The lower ranks have the privilege of questioning the sanity and competence of their commanders. It's the mortar holding an army together."
The Captain eyed me from his shorter stature, wider displacement, and from beneath shaggy brows. "That holds them together, eh? And you know what keeps them moving?"
"What's that?"
"Guys like me ass-kicking guys like you when they start philosophizing. If you get my drift."
I roamed around seeking old friends. The Company had scattered throughout the larger mob, as cadre for the Captain's will. Some men I hadn't seen since Lords. I did not know if they were still alive.
I could find no one but Goblin, One-Eye, and Silent. Today Goblin and One-Eye were no more communicative than Silent. Which said a lot about morale.
They trudged doggedly onward, eyes on the dry earth, only rarely making some gesture or muttering some word to maintain the integrity of our bubble of peace. I trudged with them. Finally,
I tried breaking the ice with a "Hi."
Goblin grunted. One-Eye gave me a few seconds of evil stare. Silent did not acknowledge my existence.
"Captain says we're going to march through the night," I told them. I had to make someone else as miserable as I was.
Goblin's look asked me why I wanted to tell that kind of lie. One-Eye muttered something about turning the bastard into a toad.
"The bastard you're going to have to turn is Soulcatcher," I said smugly.
He gave me another evil look. "Maybe I'll practice on you, Croaker."
One-Eye did not like the night march, so Goblin immediately approved the genius of the man who had initiated the idea. But his enthusiasm was so slight One-Eye did not bother taking the bait.
Darkness came early under the storm. We went about business as usual. We got a little away from the Rebel, waited for the storm to abate, pitched a camp with fires built of whatever brush could be scrounged. Only this time it was just a brief rest, till the stars came out. They stared down with mockery in their twinkles, saying all our sweat and blood really had no meaning in the long eye of time. Nothing we did would be recalled a thousand years from now.
I groaned and moaned and cursed and got up. Every muscle was stiff. Every bone ached. "Next time we're someplace civilized enough to have taverns remind me to drink a toast to eternal peace," I grumbled. "One-Eye, I'm ready to retire."
"So who isn't? But you're the Annalist, Croaker. You're always rubbing our noses in tradition. You know you only got two ways out while we've got this commission. Dead or feet first. Shove some chow in your ugly face and let's get cracking. I got more important things to do than play nursemaid."
"Cheerful this morning, aren't we?"
"Positively rosy."
Those poor Rebel fools, I thought. (...)
I had been dissatisfied because I had seen little spectacular from the Taken? Not anymore. I had trouble keeping my supper down as I reflected on the cold, cruel calculation that had gone into the planning of this.
I suffered one of those crises of conscience familiar to every mercenary, and which few outside the profession understand. My job is to defeat my employer's enemies. Usually any way I can. And heaven knows the Company has served some blackhearted villains. But there was something wrong about what was happening below. In retrospect, I think we all felt it. Perhaps it sprang from a misguided sense of solidarity with fellow soldiers dying without an opportunity to defend themselves.
We do have a sense of honor in the Company.
No matter how long you soldier, fear always swells as combat nears. There is always the dread that the numbers will catch up- One-Eye enters every action sure the fates have checked his name off their list.
"We could have taken them," someone said.
"Stupid!" the Lieutenant snapped. "Right now they aren't sure who they saw. If we fought, they would know."
We did not need the Rebel getting a line on us this close to home. There was no room for maneuvering.
The man who had spoken was one of the stragglers we had accumulated during the long retreat,. "Brother, you better learn one thing if you want to stick with us. You fight when there ain't no other choice. Some of us would have gotten hurt too, you know."
We sprawled on the flank of a grassy hill. The Tower rose above the horizon due south. That basaltic cube was intimidating even from ten miles away-and implausible in its setting. Emotion demanded a surround of fiery waste, or at best a land perpetually locked in winter. Instead, this country was a vast green pasture, gentle hills with small farms dotting their southern hips. Trees lined the deep, slow brooks snaking between.
Nearer the Tower the land became less pastoral, but never reflected the gloom Rebel propagandists placed around the Lady's stronghold. No brimstone and barren, broken plains. No bizarre, evil creatures strutting over scattered human bones. No dark clouds ever rolling and grumbling in the sky.
I nodded again, too shaky to speak, totally baffled. This was the Lady, the villain of the ages, the Shadow animate. This was the black widow at the heart of darkness' web, a demi-goddess of evil. What could be important enough for her to take note of the likes of me?
"Captain wants you," he said, He seemed cool.
"Figures." I signed good-bye, strolled toward headquarters.
I felt no urgency. No mere mortal could intimidate me now.
One of his staff volunteered, "He was a company commander this morning. It was hard on officers today." When you have heavy casualties among your officers they are leading from the front to keep the men from breaking.
She rode through the Company, straight to the Captain, spoke to him for half a minute. He showed no emotion, corning face to face with this old evil. Nothing shakes him when he assumes his iron commander mask.
I snuck a glance at her. She wore a teasing little smile. I shifted my attention to the fighting. What she did to me, just sitting there, amidst the fury of the end of the world, was more frightening than the prospect of a death in battle. I am too old to boil like a horny fifteen year old.
"I know you, Annalist. I have opened your soul and peered inside. You fight for me because your company has undertaken a commission it will pursue to the bitter end- because its principal personalities feel its honor was stained in Beryl. And that though most of you think you're serving Evil.
They sent Goblin to waken me. I was my usual charming morning self, threatening blood feud with anyone fool enough to disturb my dreams. (…)
(…) I did not believe in evil as an active force, only as a matter of viewpoint, yet I had seen enough to make me question my philosophy. If the Lady were not evil incarnate, then she was
as close as made no difference.
Recently I’ve re-read The Black Company novel – the very first book by Glen Cook that I have ever read. It made me remember why I fell in love with his style of writing.
The Black Company novel is an all-time classic. The action starts from the very first page and it is fast paced throughout the book. There is so much happening that any other author would make a trilogy out of this one novel. It’s gritty, it’s mysterious, it’s larger than life, it’s sarcastic,
it's truthful and it gets better and better with every chapter. The ending is great and quite uplifting. Yeah, uplifting. Many later Glen Cook novels are somewhat depressing, but not The Black Company novel. The second part of this book, especially the ending, shows that the main characters are good guys after all.
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
The Captain was cool. He didn’t crack an eyelid or smile. “You’re presumptuous, Croaker. When are you going to learn to go through channels?” Channels meant bug the Lieutenant first. Don’t interrupt his nap unless Blues were storming the Bastion.
“The fool is going to pile onto the rocks.”
I woke up. The coaster was perilously near said danger. She shifted course a point and eluded disaster by a hundred yards, resumed her original course.
“That put some excitement into our day,” I observed.
”One of these first days you’re going to say something without getting sarcastic and I’ll curl up and die, Croaker.”
“Keeps me sane, friend.”
“It’s debatable, Croaker. Debatable.”
When I reflect on my companions' inner natures I usually wish
I controlled one small talent. I wish I could look inside them and unmask the darks and brights that move them. Then I take a quick look into the jungle of my own soul and thank heaven that I cannot. Any man who barely sustains an armistice with himself has no business poking around in an alien soul.
We lead a simple life. No thinking required. The Captain takes care of that. We just follow orders. For most of us the Black Company is a hiding place; a refuge from yesterday, a place to become a new man.
You who come after me, scribbling these Annals, by now realize that I shy off portraying the whole truth about our band of blackguards. You know they are vicious, violent, and ignorant. They are complete barbarians, living out their cruelest fantasies, their behavior tempered only by the presence of a few decent men.
I do not often show that side because these men are my brethren, my family, and I was taught young not to speak ill of kin. The old lessons die hardest.
Naturally, Raven has become the Captain's best friend. They sit around together like a couple of rocks, talking about the same things boulders do. They are content just to share one another's company.
Soulcatcher marched beside me, matching stride for stride, occasionally glancing my way. I could not see his face, but I sensed his amusement.
The relief came, and was followed by a wave of awe at my own temerity. I had talked back like Catcher was one of the guys. It was thunderbolt time.
"So why don't we look at those documents?" he asked. He seemed positively cheerful. I showed him to the wagon. We scrambled aboard. The driver gave us one wide-eyed look, then stared determinedly forward, shivering and trying to become deaf.
Soulcatcher was there. We had not seen him since that day at the edge of the forest. I had hoped he had gotten too busy to get back to us. I looked at the Captain, trying to divine the future from his face. I saw that he was not happy.
If the Captain was not happy, I wasn't.
Once each month, in the evening, the entire Company assembles so the Annalist can read from his predecessors. The readings are supposed to put the men in touch with the outfit's history and traditions, which stretch back centuries and thousands of miles.
I placed my selection on a crude lectern and went with the usual formula. "Good evening, brothers. A reading from the Annals of the Black Company, last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Tonight I'm reading from the Book of Kette, set down early in the Company's second century by Annalists Lees, Agrip, Holm, and Straw. The Company was in service to the Paingod of Cho'n Delor at that time. That was when the Company really was black.
"The reading is from Annalist Straw. It concerns the Company's role in events surrounding the fall of Cho'n Delor." I began to read, reflecting privately that the Company has served many losing causes.
The Cho'n Delor era bore many resemblances to our own, though then, standing more than six thousand strong, the Company was in a better position to shape its own destiny.
I lost track entirely. Old Straw was hell with a pen. I read for three hours, raving like a mad prophet, and held them spellbound. They gave me an ovation when I finished. I retreated from the lectern feeling as though my life had been fulfilled.
Silent smiled, shrugged, stalked over to the stone pile and seated himself. He was done with the question game. Of all the Company he is the least concerned about the image he will present in the Annals. He does not care-whether people like or hate him, does not care where he has been or where he is going. Sometimes I wonder if he cares whether he lives or dies, wonder what makes him stay. He must have some attachment to the Company.
Stormbringer had gotten carried away. We were suffering almost as much as was the Rebel. Visibility was a scant dozen yards. I could barely see the men to my right and left, and only two guys in the rearguard line, walking backward before me. Knowing our enemies had to come after us facing into the wind did not cheer me much.
The Captain looked like a naturally surly bear wakened from hibernation prematurely. The grey at his temples wriggled as he chewed his words before spitting them out. His face sagged. His eyes were dark hollows. His voice was infinitely tired.
"That's not your department, though, is it? Catcher doesn't second-guess your surgical procedures, does he? Then why question the grand strategy?"
I grinned. "The unwritten law of all armies, Captain. The lower ranks have the privilege of questioning the sanity and competence of their commanders. It's the mortar holding an army together."
The Captain eyed me from his shorter stature, wider displacement, and from beneath shaggy brows. "That holds them together, eh? And you know what keeps them moving?"
"What's that?"
"Guys like me ass-kicking guys like you when they start philosophizing. If you get my drift."
I roamed around seeking old friends. The Company had scattered throughout the larger mob, as cadre for the Captain's will. Some men I hadn't seen since Lords. I did not know if they were still alive.
I could find no one but Goblin, One-Eye, and Silent. Today Goblin and One-Eye were no more communicative than Silent. Which said a lot about morale.
They trudged doggedly onward, eyes on the dry earth, only rarely making some gesture or muttering some word to maintain the integrity of our bubble of peace. I trudged with them. Finally,
I tried breaking the ice with a "Hi."
Goblin grunted. One-Eye gave me a few seconds of evil stare. Silent did not acknowledge my existence.
"Captain says we're going to march through the night," I told them. I had to make someone else as miserable as I was.
Goblin's look asked me why I wanted to tell that kind of lie. One-Eye muttered something about turning the bastard into a toad.
"The bastard you're going to have to turn is Soulcatcher," I said smugly.
He gave me another evil look. "Maybe I'll practice on you, Croaker."
One-Eye did not like the night march, so Goblin immediately approved the genius of the man who had initiated the idea. But his enthusiasm was so slight One-Eye did not bother taking the bait.
Darkness came early under the storm. We went about business as usual. We got a little away from the Rebel, waited for the storm to abate, pitched a camp with fires built of whatever brush could be scrounged. Only this time it was just a brief rest, till the stars came out. They stared down with mockery in their twinkles, saying all our sweat and blood really had no meaning in the long eye of time. Nothing we did would be recalled a thousand years from now.
I groaned and moaned and cursed and got up. Every muscle was stiff. Every bone ached. "Next time we're someplace civilized enough to have taverns remind me to drink a toast to eternal peace," I grumbled. "One-Eye, I'm ready to retire."
"So who isn't? But you're the Annalist, Croaker. You're always rubbing our noses in tradition. You know you only got two ways out while we've got this commission. Dead or feet first. Shove some chow in your ugly face and let's get cracking. I got more important things to do than play nursemaid."
"Cheerful this morning, aren't we?"
"Positively rosy."
Those poor Rebel fools, I thought. (...)
I had been dissatisfied because I had seen little spectacular from the Taken? Not anymore. I had trouble keeping my supper down as I reflected on the cold, cruel calculation that had gone into the planning of this.
I suffered one of those crises of conscience familiar to every mercenary, and which few outside the profession understand. My job is to defeat my employer's enemies. Usually any way I can. And heaven knows the Company has served some blackhearted villains. But there was something wrong about what was happening below. In retrospect, I think we all felt it. Perhaps it sprang from a misguided sense of solidarity with fellow soldiers dying without an opportunity to defend themselves.
We do have a sense of honor in the Company.
No matter how long you soldier, fear always swells as combat nears. There is always the dread that the numbers will catch up- One-Eye enters every action sure the fates have checked his name off their list.
"We could have taken them," someone said.
"Stupid!" the Lieutenant snapped. "Right now they aren't sure who they saw. If we fought, they would know."
We did not need the Rebel getting a line on us this close to home. There was no room for maneuvering.
The man who had spoken was one of the stragglers we had accumulated during the long retreat,. "Brother, you better learn one thing if you want to stick with us. You fight when there ain't no other choice. Some of us would have gotten hurt too, you know."
We sprawled on the flank of a grassy hill. The Tower rose above the horizon due south. That basaltic cube was intimidating even from ten miles away-and implausible in its setting. Emotion demanded a surround of fiery waste, or at best a land perpetually locked in winter. Instead, this country was a vast green pasture, gentle hills with small farms dotting their southern hips. Trees lined the deep, slow brooks snaking between.
Nearer the Tower the land became less pastoral, but never reflected the gloom Rebel propagandists placed around the Lady's stronghold. No brimstone and barren, broken plains. No bizarre, evil creatures strutting over scattered human bones. No dark clouds ever rolling and grumbling in the sky.
I nodded again, too shaky to speak, totally baffled. This was the Lady, the villain of the ages, the Shadow animate. This was the black widow at the heart of darkness' web, a demi-goddess of evil. What could be important enough for her to take note of the likes of me?
"Captain wants you," he said, He seemed cool.
"Figures." I signed good-bye, strolled toward headquarters.
I felt no urgency. No mere mortal could intimidate me now.
One of his staff volunteered, "He was a company commander this morning. It was hard on officers today." When you have heavy casualties among your officers they are leading from the front to keep the men from breaking.
She rode through the Company, straight to the Captain, spoke to him for half a minute. He showed no emotion, corning face to face with this old evil. Nothing shakes him when he assumes his iron commander mask.
I snuck a glance at her. She wore a teasing little smile. I shifted my attention to the fighting. What she did to me, just sitting there, amidst the fury of the end of the world, was more frightening than the prospect of a death in battle. I am too old to boil like a horny fifteen year old.
"I know you, Annalist. I have opened your soul and peered inside. You fight for me because your company has undertaken a commission it will pursue to the bitter end- because its principal personalities feel its honor was stained in Beryl. And that though most of you think you're serving Evil.
They sent Goblin to waken me. I was my usual charming morning self, threatening blood feud with anyone fool enough to disturb my dreams. (…)
(…) I did not believe in evil as an active force, only as a matter of viewpoint, yet I had seen enough to make me question my philosophy. If the Lady were not evil incarnate, then she was
as close as made no difference.
Tuesday, 29 March 2016
Shadows Linger (second novel in the Black Company series)
(Originally posted on Saturday, 23 May 2009)
Half of the book is about a character who is not a member of the Black Company. What’s worse this character is very hard to identify with. Even worse, in some scenes the members of the Black Company are described as if they were strangers to the narrator. Because of all that I think it is hard to call Shadow Lingers a chronicle of the Black Company (at least in some parts).
Nevertheless Shadow Lingers is a classic Glen Cook book thanks to his unmistakeable style of writing. He just takes another approach to tell the story. There is also a very interesting concept in Shadows Linger, namely: the Black Castle. The final battle against it is especially entertaining. I can’t say anything more, because it would be a spoiler.
Shadows Linger is the second overall book by Glen Cook I have read. That’s why I didn’t know that he likes experimenting even inside a particular series. At first I thought it’s bad, but the more I read his books, the more I enjoy it. Every book in the Black Company series is in some way different than the other. Thanks to that it never gets repetitive.
Do yourself a favour and start reading Shadows Linger without any expectations. Just let Glen Cook tell the story and enjoy it the way it is. It’s more than just good.
(8/10)
My rating: 8/10 (high re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
It was very hard for me to rate Shadows Linger. To be honest I considered also the rating 7/10, but then I realized that this book on its own is more than just good. The problem for me was that I was expecting something very similar to the first Black Company novel and it turned out to be significantly different. The main differences are:
1) Place and pace of action.
Unlike the first book, most of the action in Shadows Linger takes place in one place (town). The plot is a little slower, but more polished. Glen Cook creates an interesting atmosphere about that town and gives more depth to the characters, but at the start it is not so obvious.
2) Number of viewpoints.
First book was like a chronicle of the Black Company and the plot was described from one perspective. The plot in Shadows Linger is described from two separate points of view. This is done pretty well and it is interesting to see how those separate plots come together, but again it is not obvious at the beginning.
3) Main character – main problem.
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
It was very hard for me to rate Shadows Linger. To be honest I considered also the rating 7/10, but then I realized that this book on its own is more than just good. The problem for me was that I was expecting something very similar to the first Black Company novel and it turned out to be significantly different. The main differences are:
1) Place and pace of action.
Unlike the first book, most of the action in Shadows Linger takes place in one place (town). The plot is a little slower, but more polished. Glen Cook creates an interesting atmosphere about that town and gives more depth to the characters, but at the start it is not so obvious.
2) Number of viewpoints.
First book was like a chronicle of the Black Company and the plot was described from one perspective. The plot in Shadows Linger is described from two separate points of view. This is done pretty well and it is interesting to see how those separate plots come together, but again it is not obvious at the beginning.
3) Main character – main problem.
Half of the book is about a character who is not a member of the Black Company. What’s worse this character is very hard to identify with. Even worse, in some scenes the members of the Black Company are described as if they were strangers to the narrator. Because of all that I think it is hard to call Shadow Lingers a chronicle of the Black Company (at least in some parts).
Nevertheless Shadow Lingers is a classic Glen Cook book thanks to his unmistakeable style of writing. He just takes another approach to tell the story. There is also a very interesting concept in Shadows Linger, namely: the Black Castle. The final battle against it is especially entertaining. I can’t say anything more, because it would be a spoiler.
Shadows Linger is the second overall book by Glen Cook I have read. That’s why I didn’t know that he likes experimenting even inside a particular series. At first I thought it’s bad, but the more I read his books, the more I enjoy it. Every book in the Black Company series is in some way different than the other. Thanks to that it never gets repetitive.
Do yourself a favour and start reading Shadows Linger without any expectations. Just let Glen Cook tell the story and enjoy it the way it is. It’s more than just good.
(8/10)
Monday, 28 March 2016
Shadows Linger re-read
(Originally posted on Tuesday, 27 August 2013)
My original rating: 8/10
My final rating: 9/10
Shadows Linger is much better the second time through than the first time. Now I even enjoyed the part about Shed – a character from outside the Black Company. The story is written in a very good way. Considering the “art of writing” Shadows Linger is definitely better than the first novel.
The part focusing on the Black Company is simply fantastic, especially the fight against the Black Castle. The very ending is the weakest part, but it is just a transition to the next novel.
Overall, after re-reading Shadows Linger without my previous expectations, I now rate it as a very good novel.
(9/10)
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
You try your damnedest, but something always goes wrong. That's life. If you're smart, you plan for it.
We did have cards up our sleeves. We never play fair if we can avoid it. The Company philosophy is to maximize effectiveness while minimizing risk.
Lately I've felt the burden of time more and more, all too often dwelling on everything I've missed. I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground. Though I have seen great events, I will leave no enduring accomplishment save these Annals.
"What we need is a challenge," I suggested. "We haven't stretched ourselves since Charm." Which was a half-truth. An operation which compelled us to become totally involved in staying alive might be a prescription for symptoms, but was no remedy for causes. As a physician, I was not fond of treating symptoms alone. They could recur indefinitely. The disease itself had to be attacked. "What we need," Goblin said in a voice so soft it almost vanished in the crackle of the flames, "is a cause we can believe in."
Shed was tempted to betray Raven. The man had to have a fortune hidden. But he was afraid of a thousand things, and his guest stood at the top of the list.
I also wonder about the villainies attributed to the Domination. History, inevitably, is recorded by self-serving victors.
(…) We three looked at one another with card-playing faces, frightened inside. I said, "Somebody ought to tell the Captain."
"Yeah," One-Eye said. He made no move to go. Neither did Silent.
"All right. I'm elected." I went. I found the Captain doing what he does best. He had his feet up on his worktable, was snoring.
I wakened him, told him.
He sighed. "Find the Lieutenant." He went to his map cases.
I asked a couple questions he ignored, took the hint and got out.
Shed swallowed. "That isn't a plan that does much for my nerves."
"Your nerves aren't my problem, Shed. They're yours. You lost them. Only you can find them again."
I glanced at Elmo. He agreed. From this moment forward we would be fighting for the survival of the outfit.
So. As always, the shit rolls downhill. The normal course would be for me to go out and tromp on somebody below me.
"Half the problem is, we don't know what's going on. If you claim you know what the castle is, how it's growing and so forth, how come you don't go over and kick it down? Or turn it into grape preserves or something?''
"It's not that simple."
It never is. I tend to overlook political ramifications. I am not politically minded.
Bullock scowled. There had been some ill will when he found out that we had put men into the Buskin without consulting him. "All right. But don't play any more fast shuffle with me, eh? Your people and mine aren't after the same things, but that's no reason to undermine each other, eh?"
I could stare at its obsidian walls and grotesque decoration, recall Shed's stories, and never avoid dipping into the cesspool of my own soul, never avoid searching myself for the essential decency shelved through most of my adult life. That castle was, if you like,
a moral landmark. If you had a brain. If you had any sensitivity at all.
There were times when One-Eye, Goblin, Elmo or another of the men accompanied me. Not one of them went away untouched. They could stand there with me, talking trivialities about its construction or, weightily, about its significance in the Company's future, and all the while something would be happening inside.
I do not believe in evil absolute. I have recounted that philosophy in specific elsewhere in the Annals, and it affects my every observation throughout my tenure as Annalist. I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another. In our war with the Rebel, eight and nine years ago, we served the side perceived as the shadow. Yet we saw far more wickedness practiced by the adherents of the White Rose than by those of the Lady. The villains of the piece were at least straightforward.
Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.
We reached the ridgeline west of the castle. The Lieutenant paused. "How close can you get?"
I shrugged. "I haven't had the balls to find out."
The Lieutenant chuckled. Months of hardship had not sapped his bizarre sense of humor. "Simple minds respond to simple answers. A few months of Candy's reforms and the Duke will be a hero."
I understood the reasoning. Juniper was a lawless city, ruled by regional strongmen. There were hordes of Sheds who lived in terror, continuously victimized. Anyone who lessened the terror would win their affection. Adequately developed, that affection would survive later excesses.
I wondered, though, if the support of weaklings was worth much. Or if, should we successfully infect them with courage, we might not be creating trouble for ourselves later. Take away daily domestic oppression and they might imagine oppression on our part.
I have seen it before. Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.
The castle creatures stood frozen, surprise in their ophidian eyes. The Lieutenant reached them first, stopped, wound up, took a mighty two-handed swing.
He lugs a hanger that is damned near an executioner's sword.
A blow like that would have severed the necks of three men. It did not remove the head of his victim, though it did bite deep. Blood sprayed the three of us.
Elmo went with a thrust, as did I. His sword drove a foot into his victim. My dagger felt like it had hit soft wood. It sank but three inches into my victim. Probably not deeply enough to reach anything vital.
I yanked my blade free, poked around in my medical knowledge for a better killing point. Elmo kicked his victim in the chest to get his weapon free.
The Lieutenant had the best weapon and approach. He hacked another neck while we diddled around.
Then One-Eye lost it. The eyes of the castle creatures came alive. (…)
The project was one of several feints the Lieutenant would employ, though the way he plans a siege, one day's feint can become another's main thrust. Drawing on a manpower pool like Juniper, he could exercise every option.
I felt a certain pride, watching the siege take shape. I have been with the Company a long time. Never had we undertaken so ambitious a project. Never had we been given the wherewithal. (…)
I have been told I always look at the dark underbelly of tomorrow. Possibly. You're less likely to be disappointed that way.
What she said was true. During the battle at Charm the Lady had dragged me around with her so the events of the day would be recorded as they happened. And she did not demand special treatment. In fact, she insisted I write stuff as I saw it. There was just the faintest whiff of a hint that she expected to be toppled sometime, and, once she was, expected maltreatment by historians. She wanted a neutral record to exist. I hadn't thought about that for years. It was one of the more curious anomalies I'd noted about her. She did not care what people thought of her, but was frightened that the record would be bastardized to suit someone else's ends.
My original rating: 8/10
My final rating: 9/10
Shadows Linger is much better the second time through than the first time. Now I even enjoyed the part about Shed – a character from outside the Black Company. The story is written in a very good way. Considering the “art of writing” Shadows Linger is definitely better than the first novel.
The part focusing on the Black Company is simply fantastic, especially the fight against the Black Castle. The very ending is the weakest part, but it is just a transition to the next novel.
Overall, after re-reading Shadows Linger without my previous expectations, I now rate it as a very good novel.
(9/10)
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
You try your damnedest, but something always goes wrong. That's life. If you're smart, you plan for it.
We did have cards up our sleeves. We never play fair if we can avoid it. The Company philosophy is to maximize effectiveness while minimizing risk.
Lately I've felt the burden of time more and more, all too often dwelling on everything I've missed. I can laugh at peasants and townies chained all their lives to a tiny corner of the earth while I roam its face and see its wonders, but when I go down, there will be no child to carry my name, no family to mourn me save my comrades, no one to remember, no one to raise a marker over my cold bit of ground. Though I have seen great events, I will leave no enduring accomplishment save these Annals.
"What we need is a challenge," I suggested. "We haven't stretched ourselves since Charm." Which was a half-truth. An operation which compelled us to become totally involved in staying alive might be a prescription for symptoms, but was no remedy for causes. As a physician, I was not fond of treating symptoms alone. They could recur indefinitely. The disease itself had to be attacked. "What we need," Goblin said in a voice so soft it almost vanished in the crackle of the flames, "is a cause we can believe in."
Shed was tempted to betray Raven. The man had to have a fortune hidden. But he was afraid of a thousand things, and his guest stood at the top of the list.
I also wonder about the villainies attributed to the Domination. History, inevitably, is recorded by self-serving victors.
(…) We three looked at one another with card-playing faces, frightened inside. I said, "Somebody ought to tell the Captain."
"Yeah," One-Eye said. He made no move to go. Neither did Silent.
"All right. I'm elected." I went. I found the Captain doing what he does best. He had his feet up on his worktable, was snoring.
I wakened him, told him.
He sighed. "Find the Lieutenant." He went to his map cases.
I asked a couple questions he ignored, took the hint and got out.
Shed swallowed. "That isn't a plan that does much for my nerves."
"Your nerves aren't my problem, Shed. They're yours. You lost them. Only you can find them again."
I glanced at Elmo. He agreed. From this moment forward we would be fighting for the survival of the outfit.
So. As always, the shit rolls downhill. The normal course would be for me to go out and tromp on somebody below me.
"Half the problem is, we don't know what's going on. If you claim you know what the castle is, how it's growing and so forth, how come you don't go over and kick it down? Or turn it into grape preserves or something?''
"It's not that simple."
It never is. I tend to overlook political ramifications. I am not politically minded.
Bullock scowled. There had been some ill will when he found out that we had put men into the Buskin without consulting him. "All right. But don't play any more fast shuffle with me, eh? Your people and mine aren't after the same things, but that's no reason to undermine each other, eh?"
I could stare at its obsidian walls and grotesque decoration, recall Shed's stories, and never avoid dipping into the cesspool of my own soul, never avoid searching myself for the essential decency shelved through most of my adult life. That castle was, if you like,
a moral landmark. If you had a brain. If you had any sensitivity at all.
There were times when One-Eye, Goblin, Elmo or another of the men accompanied me. Not one of them went away untouched. They could stand there with me, talking trivialities about its construction or, weightily, about its significance in the Company's future, and all the while something would be happening inside.
I do not believe in evil absolute. I have recounted that philosophy in specific elsewhere in the Annals, and it affects my every observation throughout my tenure as Annalist. I believe in our side and theirs, with the good and evil decided after the fact, by those who survive. Among men you seldom find the good with one standard and the shadow with another. In our war with the Rebel, eight and nine years ago, we served the side perceived as the shadow. Yet we saw far more wickedness practiced by the adherents of the White Rose than by those of the Lady. The villains of the piece were at least straightforward.
Oh, 'twould be marvelous if the world and its moral questions were like some game board, with plain black players and white, and fixed rules, and nary a shade of grey.
We reached the ridgeline west of the castle. The Lieutenant paused. "How close can you get?"
I shrugged. "I haven't had the balls to find out."
The Lieutenant chuckled. Months of hardship had not sapped his bizarre sense of humor. "Simple minds respond to simple answers. A few months of Candy's reforms and the Duke will be a hero."
I understood the reasoning. Juniper was a lawless city, ruled by regional strongmen. There were hordes of Sheds who lived in terror, continuously victimized. Anyone who lessened the terror would win their affection. Adequately developed, that affection would survive later excesses.
I wondered, though, if the support of weaklings was worth much. Or if, should we successfully infect them with courage, we might not be creating trouble for ourselves later. Take away daily domestic oppression and they might imagine oppression on our part.
I have seen it before. Little people have to hate, have to blame someone for their own inadequacies.
The castle creatures stood frozen, surprise in their ophidian eyes. The Lieutenant reached them first, stopped, wound up, took a mighty two-handed swing.
He lugs a hanger that is damned near an executioner's sword.
A blow like that would have severed the necks of three men. It did not remove the head of his victim, though it did bite deep. Blood sprayed the three of us.
Elmo went with a thrust, as did I. His sword drove a foot into his victim. My dagger felt like it had hit soft wood. It sank but three inches into my victim. Probably not deeply enough to reach anything vital.
I yanked my blade free, poked around in my medical knowledge for a better killing point. Elmo kicked his victim in the chest to get his weapon free.
The Lieutenant had the best weapon and approach. He hacked another neck while we diddled around.
Then One-Eye lost it. The eyes of the castle creatures came alive. (…)
The project was one of several feints the Lieutenant would employ, though the way he plans a siege, one day's feint can become another's main thrust. Drawing on a manpower pool like Juniper, he could exercise every option.
I felt a certain pride, watching the siege take shape. I have been with the Company a long time. Never had we undertaken so ambitious a project. Never had we been given the wherewithal. (…)
I have been told I always look at the dark underbelly of tomorrow. Possibly. You're less likely to be disappointed that way.
What she said was true. During the battle at Charm the Lady had dragged me around with her so the events of the day would be recorded as they happened. And she did not demand special treatment. In fact, she insisted I write stuff as I saw it. There was just the faintest whiff of a hint that she expected to be toppled sometime, and, once she was, expected maltreatment by historians. She wanted a neutral record to exist. I hadn't thought about that for years. It was one of the more curious anomalies I'd noted about her. She did not care what people thought of her, but was frightened that the record would be bastardized to suit someone else's ends.
Sunday, 27 March 2016
The White Rose (third novel in the Black Company series)
(Originally posted on Tuesday, 28 July 2009)
My rating: 8/10 (high re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
As in the previous novel, the second half of The White Rose is much better than the first. I’ve read some reviews which said the ending was disappointing, but for me it was very good and enjoyable. It just HAD to be this way. The final battle is not huge, like in the first book. It is neither similar to the ending of the second book. It is very original on its own, just like most themes in Glen Cook’s books.
As for the first half of The White Rose, the action is a little slow. The current plot is intervened with a side plot connected with an older story, which tells us about a crucial moment from the past. It is quite interesting to see what happened then, but it could be told faster. What was very annoying for me was the way this side plot was told, namely the letters. Not one letter, but several separate letters, which were delivered to The Black Company, hiding in a very secret place. Quite unbelievable. I think the reason for these letters was that Glen Cook wanted to switch perspectives back and forth, but for me the effect was just annoying. As I said the story itself was quite interesting, but a little slow at the start.
The second half of the book is much faster and more action-packed. There are also some enjoyable twists to the plot and Glen Cook’s style of writing is just unbeatable. The ending closes the first Black Company trilogy. I can’t say anything more, because I don’t want to spoil anything.
Overall The White Rose is very original and enjoyable. It’s more than just good.
(8/10)
As for the first half of The White Rose, the action is a little slow. The current plot is intervened with a side plot connected with an older story, which tells us about a crucial moment from the past. It is quite interesting to see what happened then, but it could be told faster. What was very annoying for me was the way this side plot was told, namely the letters. Not one letter, but several separate letters, which were delivered to The Black Company, hiding in a very secret place. Quite unbelievable. I think the reason for these letters was that Glen Cook wanted to switch perspectives back and forth, but for me the effect was just annoying. As I said the story itself was quite interesting, but a little slow at the start.
The second half of the book is much faster and more action-packed. There are also some enjoyable twists to the plot and Glen Cook’s style of writing is just unbeatable. The ending closes the first Black Company trilogy. I can’t say anything more, because I don’t want to spoil anything.
Overall The White Rose is very original and enjoyable. It’s more than just good.
(8/10)
Saturday, 26 March 2016
The White Rose re-read
(Originally posted on Sunday, 27 October 2013)
My original rating: 8/10
My final rating: 9/10
What a book! And what a trilogy! The White Rose is definitely much better as a series-ending novel than Soldiers Live. It’s a much better book overall.
I wondered why I rated The White Rose so low the first time through and I came to conclusion that I was not ready then for Glen Cook to be nostalgic about getting old. Now I know that it was just a notion of being nostalgic and The White Rose is a fairy tale compared to his later Black Company and Garrett novels, in this regard.
The second time through I even enjoyed the slower pace of the first part of the book. It’s not slow, but SLOWER than the second part of the book. And the second part of the book is a page-turner full of action and plot twists. Pure fun.
Glen Cook is a master of characterisation, but in this novel he also gave some great (but short) descriptions, especially of the Plain of Fear.
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
As we passed it the menhir said, "There are strangers on the Plain, Croaker."
Why do these things happen to me? The big stones talk to me more than to anyone else.
Twice a charm? I paid attention. For a menhir to repeat itself meant it considered its message critical.(…)
An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.
The talking menhir that had forewarned us about the messenger remained rooted beside the path. As I passed, it said, "There are strangers on the Plain, Croaker."
I halted. "What? More of them?"
It reverted to character, would say no more.
Never will I comprehend those old stones. Hell, I still don't understand why they are on our side. They hate all outsiders separately but equally. They and every one of the weird sentiences out here.
Curious, he thought. Why are we so intrigued by evil? The White Rose was more heroic than the Dominator or Taken. She has been forgotten by everybody but the Monitor's men. Any peasant can name half the Taken. The Barrowland, where evil lies restless, is guarded, and the grave of the White Rose is lost.
The visible Plain is barren. The usual desert life-lichens and scrub brush, snakes and lizards, scorpions and spiders, wild dogs and ground squirrels - is present but scarce. You encounter it mainly when that is inconvenient. Which sums up Plain life generally. You encounter the real strangeness only when that is most inopportune. The Lieutenant claims a man trying to commit suicide here could spend years without becoming uncomfortable.
Sagey scents trickled across my nostrils. Air chuckled and whispered and murmured and whistled in the coral. From farther away came the wind-chimes tinkle of Old Father Tree.
He is unique. First or last of his kind, I do not know. There he stands, twenty feet tall and ten thick, brooding beside the creek, radiating something akin to dread, his roots planted on the geographical center of the Plain. Silent, Goblin, and One-Eye have all tried to unravel his significance. They have gotten nowhere. The scarce wild human tribesmen of the Plain worship him. They say he has been here since the dawn. He does have that timeless feel.
There are trails through the Plain. Some of them the Plain honors as safe. Sometimes. According to a formula known only to its denizens.(…)
Old folks called the winter a harbinger of worse to come. But old folks always see today's weather as more harsh than that of yore. Or milder. Never, never the same.
While we were scattering the (…) the windwhale lifted off. Maybe half a dozen men managed to scramble aboard. It rose just enough to clear the rooftops, then headed south. There was not yet enough light to betray it.
You can imagine the cussing and shouting. Even Toadkiller Dog found the energy to snarl. I slumped in defeat, dropped my butt onto a hitching rail, sat there shaking my head. A few men sped arrows after the monster. It did not notice.
Tracker leaned on the rail beside me. I grumped, "You wouldn't think something that big would be chicken." I mean, a windwhale can destroy a city.
A good man, the Lieutenant. He kept his cool when, like all of us, what he wanted to do was run in circles and scream.
Some of the young men broke for the parade ground. The Lieutenant's curses did not slow them. Neither did Elmo's snarls and threats. The Lieutenant yelled for the rest of us to follow.
Goblin and One-Eye loosed something nasty. For a moment I thought it was some cruel conjured demon. It looked vile enough. And it did stall the (…). But like much of their magic, it was illusion, not substance. The enemy soon caught on.
The old tree tinkled. I stopped, considered it. It had to be thousands of years old. Trees grow very slow on the Plain. What stories it would tell!
"Come on, Croaker," Goblin called. "Old Father ain't talking." He grinned his frog grin.
They know me too well. Know when I see anything old I wonder what it has seen.(…)
Goblin wakened me. He returned my amulets. "We're going to play hide-and-seek," he said. "We'll give you a head start. If we've done everything right, we won't be able to find you."
"Now that's wonderful," I replied. "Me alone out here, wandering around lost." I was just carping. I could find the Hole. As a nasty practical joke I was tempted to head straight there.
This was business, though.
She smiled, amused. "I have read your Annals, Croaker. New and old."
I began throwing wood onto the embers of my fire. I was not dreaming. "You have them?" Till that moment I had silenced guilt with promises to recover them.
"They were found after the battle. They came to me. I was pleased. You are honest, as historians go."
As a strategy it goes back to the dawn of time, having been used again and again where regular armies face partisans in wild country. It is a patient strategy that depends on the will of the conqueror to persevere. It works where that will exists and fails where it does not.
There is a hypothesis which states that the strange species of the Plain have appeared as a result of change storms. It has been proposed, too, that the change storms are responsible for the Plain itself. That each gnaws a bit more off our normal world.
The whales gave up trying to outrun the storm and plunged earthward, below the curve of expanding storm, getting down where the fall would be shorter if they changed into something unable to fly. Standard procedure for anyone caught in a change storm. Stay low and don't move.
"That was the Company's trademark," I concluded. "Get the enemy to do something stupid. We were the best when it came to fighting, but we only fought when nothing else worked."
"But you were paid to fight." Things were black-and-white to Tracker. Sometimes I thought he had spent too much time in the woods.
"What? Wait. Go in yourselves? What're you talking about?"
"Figured you understood Goblin and I would have to follow him in. In order to bring him out."
"Why both of you?"
"One to cover in case the point man gets in trouble."
Goblin nodded. They were all business now. Meaning they were scared crapless.
"You let them go."
"I made my point."
"She'll shift tactics."
"Of course she will. But for the moment the hammer is in my hand. By not using it I've told her something.(…)"
Put on any deadline and time accelerates. The clockwork of the universe runs off an overwound mainspring. Four days went down the jakes, zip! And I did not waste much time sleeping.
One night the moon was full, a fat orange bladder just scaling the hills to the east. A grand sight, especially with patrolling mantas crossing its face. For some reason the desert had a lilac luminescence upon all its edges. The air was chill. There was
a dust of powder swirling on the breeze, fallen that afternoon.
A change storm flickered far away to the north…
A menhir appeared beside me. I jumped three feet. "Strangers on the Plain, rock?" I asked.
"None stranger than you, Croaker."
"I get a comedian.(…)"
Elmo growled. For a moment I thought Silent might say something. I eyed him expectantly, smiling. I had been waiting twenty-some years. No luck.
Whatever vow he had taken, whatever it was that had driven him to abstain from speech, it had put a steel lock on Silent's jaw. I have seen him so pissed he could chew nails, so excited he lost sphincter control, but nothing has shaken his resolution against talking.
(…)"Do not be brokenhearted if you find he is too old to change."
Wan smile. "My heart was broken a long time ago. No. I have no expectations. This is not a fairy-tale world."
Why do sorcerers always use languages nobody understands? Even Goblin and One-Eye do it. Each has confided that he cannot follow the tongue the other uses. Maybe they make it up?
"It is only slightly less difficult for us to extinguish the light within us than it is for us to conquer the darkness. A Dominator occurs once in a hundred generations. The others, like the Taken, are but imitations."
Goblin and One-Eye tried hypnotizing him, hoping to plumb his ancient memories. It was like stalking ghosts in a heavy fog.
Her bleak mood began to make sense. I have seen it on the battlefield, with men about to undertake a task likely to be fatal but which must be hazarded so others will not perish.
My heart was setting records for carrying on. My hands shook so much it seemed the bones ought to rattle. I doubted I could put an arrow into an elephant from five feet.
My original rating: 8/10
My final rating: 9/10
What a book! And what a trilogy! The White Rose is definitely much better as a series-ending novel than Soldiers Live. It’s a much better book overall.
I wondered why I rated The White Rose so low the first time through and I came to conclusion that I was not ready then for Glen Cook to be nostalgic about getting old. Now I know that it was just a notion of being nostalgic and The White Rose is a fairy tale compared to his later Black Company and Garrett novels, in this regard.
The second time through I even enjoyed the slower pace of the first part of the book. It’s not slow, but SLOWER than the second part of the book. And the second part of the book is a page-turner full of action and plot twists. Pure fun.
Glen Cook is a master of characterisation, but in this novel he also gave some great (but short) descriptions, especially of the Plain of Fear.
Below are my favorite, spoiler-free quotes. Enjoy!
As we passed it the menhir said, "There are strangers on the Plain, Croaker."
Why do these things happen to me? The big stones talk to me more than to anyone else.
Twice a charm? I paid attention. For a menhir to repeat itself meant it considered its message critical.(…)
An old, tired man. That is what I am. What became of the old fire, drive, ambition? There were dreams once upon a time, dreams now all but forgotten. On sad days I dust them off and fondle them nostalgically, with a patronizing wonder at the naivete of the youth who dreamed them.
The talking menhir that had forewarned us about the messenger remained rooted beside the path. As I passed, it said, "There are strangers on the Plain, Croaker."
I halted. "What? More of them?"
It reverted to character, would say no more.
Never will I comprehend those old stones. Hell, I still don't understand why they are on our side. They hate all outsiders separately but equally. They and every one of the weird sentiences out here.
Curious, he thought. Why are we so intrigued by evil? The White Rose was more heroic than the Dominator or Taken. She has been forgotten by everybody but the Monitor's men. Any peasant can name half the Taken. The Barrowland, where evil lies restless, is guarded, and the grave of the White Rose is lost.
The visible Plain is barren. The usual desert life-lichens and scrub brush, snakes and lizards, scorpions and spiders, wild dogs and ground squirrels - is present but scarce. You encounter it mainly when that is inconvenient. Which sums up Plain life generally. You encounter the real strangeness only when that is most inopportune. The Lieutenant claims a man trying to commit suicide here could spend years without becoming uncomfortable.
Sagey scents trickled across my nostrils. Air chuckled and whispered and murmured and whistled in the coral. From farther away came the wind-chimes tinkle of Old Father Tree.
He is unique. First or last of his kind, I do not know. There he stands, twenty feet tall and ten thick, brooding beside the creek, radiating something akin to dread, his roots planted on the geographical center of the Plain. Silent, Goblin, and One-Eye have all tried to unravel his significance. They have gotten nowhere. The scarce wild human tribesmen of the Plain worship him. They say he has been here since the dawn. He does have that timeless feel.
There are trails through the Plain. Some of them the Plain honors as safe. Sometimes. According to a formula known only to its denizens.(…)
Old folks called the winter a harbinger of worse to come. But old folks always see today's weather as more harsh than that of yore. Or milder. Never, never the same.
While we were scattering the (…) the windwhale lifted off. Maybe half a dozen men managed to scramble aboard. It rose just enough to clear the rooftops, then headed south. There was not yet enough light to betray it.
You can imagine the cussing and shouting. Even Toadkiller Dog found the energy to snarl. I slumped in defeat, dropped my butt onto a hitching rail, sat there shaking my head. A few men sped arrows after the monster. It did not notice.
Tracker leaned on the rail beside me. I grumped, "You wouldn't think something that big would be chicken." I mean, a windwhale can destroy a city.
A good man, the Lieutenant. He kept his cool when, like all of us, what he wanted to do was run in circles and scream.
Some of the young men broke for the parade ground. The Lieutenant's curses did not slow them. Neither did Elmo's snarls and threats. The Lieutenant yelled for the rest of us to follow.
Goblin and One-Eye loosed something nasty. For a moment I thought it was some cruel conjured demon. It looked vile enough. And it did stall the (…). But like much of their magic, it was illusion, not substance. The enemy soon caught on.
The old tree tinkled. I stopped, considered it. It had to be thousands of years old. Trees grow very slow on the Plain. What stories it would tell!
"Come on, Croaker," Goblin called. "Old Father ain't talking." He grinned his frog grin.
They know me too well. Know when I see anything old I wonder what it has seen.(…)
Goblin wakened me. He returned my amulets. "We're going to play hide-and-seek," he said. "We'll give you a head start. If we've done everything right, we won't be able to find you."
"Now that's wonderful," I replied. "Me alone out here, wandering around lost." I was just carping. I could find the Hole. As a nasty practical joke I was tempted to head straight there.
This was business, though.
She smiled, amused. "I have read your Annals, Croaker. New and old."
I began throwing wood onto the embers of my fire. I was not dreaming. "You have them?" Till that moment I had silenced guilt with promises to recover them.
"They were found after the battle. They came to me. I was pleased. You are honest, as historians go."
As a strategy it goes back to the dawn of time, having been used again and again where regular armies face partisans in wild country. It is a patient strategy that depends on the will of the conqueror to persevere. It works where that will exists and fails where it does not.
There is a hypothesis which states that the strange species of the Plain have appeared as a result of change storms. It has been proposed, too, that the change storms are responsible for the Plain itself. That each gnaws a bit more off our normal world.
The whales gave up trying to outrun the storm and plunged earthward, below the curve of expanding storm, getting down where the fall would be shorter if they changed into something unable to fly. Standard procedure for anyone caught in a change storm. Stay low and don't move.
"That was the Company's trademark," I concluded. "Get the enemy to do something stupid. We were the best when it came to fighting, but we only fought when nothing else worked."
"But you were paid to fight." Things were black-and-white to Tracker. Sometimes I thought he had spent too much time in the woods.
"What? Wait. Go in yourselves? What're you talking about?"
"Figured you understood Goblin and I would have to follow him in. In order to bring him out."
"Why both of you?"
"One to cover in case the point man gets in trouble."
Goblin nodded. They were all business now. Meaning they were scared crapless.
"You let them go."
"I made my point."
"She'll shift tactics."
"Of course she will. But for the moment the hammer is in my hand. By not using it I've told her something.(…)"
Put on any deadline and time accelerates. The clockwork of the universe runs off an overwound mainspring. Four days went down the jakes, zip! And I did not waste much time sleeping.
One night the moon was full, a fat orange bladder just scaling the hills to the east. A grand sight, especially with patrolling mantas crossing its face. For some reason the desert had a lilac luminescence upon all its edges. The air was chill. There was
a dust of powder swirling on the breeze, fallen that afternoon.
A change storm flickered far away to the north…
A menhir appeared beside me. I jumped three feet. "Strangers on the Plain, rock?" I asked.
"None stranger than you, Croaker."
"I get a comedian.(…)"
Elmo growled. For a moment I thought Silent might say something. I eyed him expectantly, smiling. I had been waiting twenty-some years. No luck.
Whatever vow he had taken, whatever it was that had driven him to abstain from speech, it had put a steel lock on Silent's jaw. I have seen him so pissed he could chew nails, so excited he lost sphincter control, but nothing has shaken his resolution against talking.
(…)"Do not be brokenhearted if you find he is too old to change."
Wan smile. "My heart was broken a long time ago. No. I have no expectations. This is not a fairy-tale world."
Why do sorcerers always use languages nobody understands? Even Goblin and One-Eye do it. Each has confided that he cannot follow the tongue the other uses. Maybe they make it up?
"It is only slightly less difficult for us to extinguish the light within us than it is for us to conquer the darkness. A Dominator occurs once in a hundred generations. The others, like the Taken, are but imitations."
Goblin and One-Eye tried hypnotizing him, hoping to plumb his ancient memories. It was like stalking ghosts in a heavy fog.
Her bleak mood began to make sense. I have seen it on the battlefield, with men about to undertake a task likely to be fatal but which must be hazarded so others will not perish.
My heart was setting records for carrying on. My hands shook so much it seemed the bones ought to rattle. I doubted I could put an arrow into an elephant from five feet.
Friday, 25 March 2016
What to read after The White Rose
(Originally posted on Saturday, 29 August 2009)
If You enjoyed the first three books of The Black Company series as much as I did You should read on, but do it in the APPROPRIATE order. The next book after the The White Rose is The Silver Spike !!!
I’ve heard that in the omnibus book called The Books of the South they placed The Silver Spike at the end!? That’s stupid, because The Silver Spike closes some loose ends from the first trilogy. The other books from that omnibus can’t be read on their own, because the story started in them ends in the last Black Company book (10th overall).
Maybe the reason for this was that The Silver Spike formally is not a Black Company chronicle – it is just a story about former Black Company members. Nonetheless it is called a novel of The Black Company and it was included in the above mentioned omnibus. I think it is better to read The Silver Spike as a fourth Black Company book.
If You enjoyed the first three books of The Black Company series as much as I did You should read on, but do it in the APPROPRIATE order. The next book after the The White Rose is The Silver Spike !!!
I’ve heard that in the omnibus book called The Books of the South they placed The Silver Spike at the end!? That’s stupid, because The Silver Spike closes some loose ends from the first trilogy. The other books from that omnibus can’t be read on their own, because the story started in them ends in the last Black Company book (10th overall).
Maybe the reason for this was that The Silver Spike formally is not a Black Company chronicle – it is just a story about former Black Company members. Nonetheless it is called a novel of The Black Company and it was included in the above mentioned omnibus. I think it is better to read The Silver Spike as a fourth Black Company book.
Thursday, 24 March 2016
The Silver Spike (fourth novel in the Black Company series)
(Originally posted on Saturday, 29 August 2009)
My rating: 7/10 (low re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Another book that is very hard to rate. It's very original and fun, but has some obvious flaws. Let me start with positives. The first half of the book is as good as the second half (unlike in Shadows Linger and The White Rose). It is a different kind of action, because most part of it takes place in a closed city. Although the city is not under siege (it’s closed by the units stationed within the city) the problems are similar. Glen Cook creates a unique and believable atmosphere about that closed city.
Second storyline tells about former members of the black company who decided to take their own road. They realise that not everything was taken care of and they have to finish the job. Toward the end of the book both storylines come together in that closed city. I consider this book together with the first Black Company trilogy as a whole, because it closes some loose ends.
Now to the negatives. The Silver Spike suffers from a similar problem as Shadows Linger. It is supposed to be a chronicle written by one of the characters, but the shifting of the perspective makes it a little strange. I wonder how the annalist was able to describe things that were happening far away? Besides at some point this character is described from another point of view as a total stranger. Don’t get me wrong. The shifting of the perspective is enjoyable, but not in a book that is supposed to be a chronicle.
Another problem with this book is some additional and very strange point of view. Let me say that this perspective is not a human point of view. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I must say that I found it somewhat annoying. It explains some things but it is still very strange and doesn’t fit the chronicle at all.
Overall I must say The Silver Spike was a very enjoyable book for me but I still decided to get rid of it. The main reason was the fact that the main characters are different than in the original trilogy and they are weaker in comparison. Considering its low re-reading value I rate it as a good (solid) novel.
(7/10)
My rating: 7/10 (low re-reading value)Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Another book that is very hard to rate. It's very original and fun, but has some obvious flaws. Let me start with positives. The first half of the book is as good as the second half (unlike in Shadows Linger and The White Rose). It is a different kind of action, because most part of it takes place in a closed city. Although the city is not under siege (it’s closed by the units stationed within the city) the problems are similar. Glen Cook creates a unique and believable atmosphere about that closed city.
Second storyline tells about former members of the black company who decided to take their own road. They realise that not everything was taken care of and they have to finish the job. Toward the end of the book both storylines come together in that closed city. I consider this book together with the first Black Company trilogy as a whole, because it closes some loose ends.
Now to the negatives. The Silver Spike suffers from a similar problem as Shadows Linger. It is supposed to be a chronicle written by one of the characters, but the shifting of the perspective makes it a little strange. I wonder how the annalist was able to describe things that were happening far away? Besides at some point this character is described from another point of view as a total stranger. Don’t get me wrong. The shifting of the perspective is enjoyable, but not in a book that is supposed to be a chronicle.
Another problem with this book is some additional and very strange point of view. Let me say that this perspective is not a human point of view. I don’t want to spoil anything, but I must say that I found it somewhat annoying. It explains some things but it is still very strange and doesn’t fit the chronicle at all.
Overall I must say The Silver Spike was a very enjoyable book for me but I still decided to get rid of it. The main reason was the fact that the main characters are different than in the original trilogy and they are weaker in comparison. Considering its low re-reading value I rate it as a good (solid) novel.
(7/10)
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Shadow Games (fifth novel in the Black Company series, counting The Silver Spike as fourth)
(Originally posted on Tuesday, 1 September 2009)
My rating: 7/10 (low re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Shadow Games is quite dissapointing compered to the origianl trilogy. The biggest problem for me was the same as the one I had with Shadow Lingers: I expected something similar to previous books and it turned out to be significantly different. The differences between Shadows Linger and The Black Company (both from the first trilogy) were much smaller than the differences between Shadow Games and any of those books.
The first difference is the feeling about the southern part of the world. In former books there was a quasi medieval setting, but in Shadow Games the setting is resembling middle east and sometimes far east. The climate is hotter and the world (cities, landscapes, people) look different. In some way this is good and realistic, because different parts of the world are not alike. I just felt more familiar in the medieval setting.
The biggest difference is that Glen Cook introduces religions. Not one religion but many different religions, which were totally nonexistent in the first trilogy. I think this aspect in Shadow Games would be annoying to most Black Company fans, whether they believe in God or not. It just doesn’t fit this series or fantasy books in general.
Besides there were some other issues I didn’t like:
1) Some characters who were supposedly killed in the first trilogy now turn up alive.
2) The travel south is described too quickly.
3) There is not so much action in this book.
4) The south society is a pacifistic one and the explanation for it is not believable.
5) There is an imp, which doesn’t fit the Black Company series at all.
The above mentioned issues spoiled the fun for me. The last part of the book is the best, but it’s too little too late. This time Glen Cook’s style of writing was not enough for me to rate Shadow Games any higher. Nonetheless I rate this book quite high, because the core of the series – the Black Company and its old members remain unchanged. Moreover we get some interesting hints about the early history of the Black Company.
My rating: 7/10 (low re-reading value)Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Shadow Games is quite dissapointing compered to the origianl trilogy. The biggest problem for me was the same as the one I had with Shadow Lingers: I expected something similar to previous books and it turned out to be significantly different. The differences between Shadows Linger and The Black Company (both from the first trilogy) were much smaller than the differences between Shadow Games and any of those books.
The first difference is the feeling about the southern part of the world. In former books there was a quasi medieval setting, but in Shadow Games the setting is resembling middle east and sometimes far east. The climate is hotter and the world (cities, landscapes, people) look different. In some way this is good and realistic, because different parts of the world are not alike. I just felt more familiar in the medieval setting.
The biggest difference is that Glen Cook introduces religions. Not one religion but many different religions, which were totally nonexistent in the first trilogy. I think this aspect in Shadow Games would be annoying to most Black Company fans, whether they believe in God or not. It just doesn’t fit this series or fantasy books in general.
Besides there were some other issues I didn’t like:
1) Some characters who were supposedly killed in the first trilogy now turn up alive.
2) The travel south is described too quickly.
3) There is not so much action in this book.
4) The south society is a pacifistic one and the explanation for it is not believable.
5) There is an imp, which doesn’t fit the Black Company series at all.
The above mentioned issues spoiled the fun for me. The last part of the book is the best, but it’s too little too late. This time Glen Cook’s style of writing was not enough for me to rate Shadow Games any higher. Nonetheless I rate this book quite high, because the core of the series – the Black Company and its old members remain unchanged. Moreover we get some interesting hints about the early history of the Black Company.
Please read Shadow Games as a transition book to a whole new story.
On its own this is a good (solid) book, but compared to the original trilogy its re-reading value is low.
(7/10)
On its own this is a good (solid) book, but compared to the original trilogy its re-reading value is low.
(7/10)
Tuesday, 22 March 2016
Dreams of Steel (sixth novel in the Black Company series, counting The Silver Spike as fourth)
(Originally posted on Thursday, 3 September 2009)
My rating: 8/10 (low re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Originally I rated this novel 9/10 and I thought it to be the second best book in the whole series. Now I decided to get rid of this book because the mood of the story is very dark and there is one very shocking scene which disturbs my concience every time I think about it. I don't want to spoil anything so I can't explain.
The Captain has to create a whole army from people who are not soldiers and have no fighting experience. What’s worse those people have different religions, which are hard to reconcile. It’s really interesting how the captain manages to do this and to build a whole army from the scratch. That’s what I enjoyed the most about that book: very strong and well thought out military elements. Great stuff.
Glen Cook introduces one more side of the puzzle: a new cult, which worships the death goddess Kina. These are the bad guys, who are hated by everyone else and have to hide their real beliefs. This cult has its hidden members in the rest of the society. We learn much about this cult because the Captain tries to use it and pretend involvement in its cause. It’s very creepy to see how such an evil cult is functioning. It makes this book even more dark.
I know that many readers didn’t liked the change of the narrator, but the new storyline required that change. It just had to be this way. Considering its low re-reading value to me I still rate Dreams of Steel as a novel more than just good.
(8/10)
My rating: 8/10 (low re-reading value)Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
Originally I rated this novel 9/10 and I thought it to be the second best book in the whole series. Now I decided to get rid of this book because the mood of the story is very dark and there is one very shocking scene which disturbs my concience every time I think about it. I don't want to spoil anything so I can't explain.
The Captain has to create a whole army from people who are not soldiers and have no fighting experience. What’s worse those people have different religions, which are hard to reconcile. It’s really interesting how the captain manages to do this and to build a whole army from the scratch. That’s what I enjoyed the most about that book: very strong and well thought out military elements. Great stuff.
Glen Cook introduces one more side of the puzzle: a new cult, which worships the death goddess Kina. These are the bad guys, who are hated by everyone else and have to hide their real beliefs. This cult has its hidden members in the rest of the society. We learn much about this cult because the Captain tries to use it and pretend involvement in its cause. It’s very creepy to see how such an evil cult is functioning. It makes this book even more dark.
I know that many readers didn’t liked the change of the narrator, but the new storyline required that change. It just had to be this way. Considering its low re-reading value to me I still rate Dreams of Steel as a novel more than just good.
(8/10)
Monday, 21 March 2016
Bleak Seasons (seventh novel in the Black Company series)
(Originally posted on Saturday, 19 September 2009)
My rating: 8/10 (high re-reading value)
Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
[Short review]
What’s bad:
1) strange narration in the beginning (the first impression of Bleak Seasons is bad);
2) the timeframe is roughly the same as Dreams of Steel (the overall plot of the series stands almost still);
3) the narrator suffers from strange “attacks” and it seems as if he was travelling in time without any explanation to it,
4) toward the end of the book the narrator uses some magical “tool” to see things that are happening far away or things that happened in the past (silly and unrealistic idea even in a fantasy book, although it helps explain some issues and move the plot forward).
What’s good:
1) Glen Cook’s style of writing (except for the beginning);
2) the plot is interesting and gripping (this book was a page-turner to me);
3) it’s good to see what was happening to the core of the Black Company in the timeframe of Dreams of Steel;
4) realistic atmosphere in a besieged city;
5) I enjoyed it especially when the narrator was getting close to a family, which was not native to the besieged city and had nothing to do with the ongoing war, but was caught within together with everyone else.
I know that some readers hate Bleak Seasons and think it’s the worst book in the whole series. I totally disagree. It’s not the best but it’s not the worst either. Ignore the beginning and the rest is more than just good.
This is the only Black Company novel I want to re-read beside the original trilogy.
(8/10)
My rating: 8/10 (high re-reading value)Please read my post from April 2009 to find out about my rating.
Please read my post from May 2009 to learn about Glen Cook’s style of writing.
[Short review]
What’s bad:
1) strange narration in the beginning (the first impression of Bleak Seasons is bad);
2) the timeframe is roughly the same as Dreams of Steel (the overall plot of the series stands almost still);
3) the narrator suffers from strange “attacks” and it seems as if he was travelling in time without any explanation to it,
4) toward the end of the book the narrator uses some magical “tool” to see things that are happening far away or things that happened in the past (silly and unrealistic idea even in a fantasy book, although it helps explain some issues and move the plot forward).
What’s good:
1) Glen Cook’s style of writing (except for the beginning);
2) the plot is interesting and gripping (this book was a page-turner to me);
3) it’s good to see what was happening to the core of the Black Company in the timeframe of Dreams of Steel;
4) realistic atmosphere in a besieged city;
5) I enjoyed it especially when the narrator was getting close to a family, which was not native to the besieged city and had nothing to do with the ongoing war, but was caught within together with everyone else.
I know that some readers hate Bleak Seasons and think it’s the worst book in the whole series. I totally disagree. It’s not the best but it’s not the worst either. Ignore the beginning and the rest is more than just good.
This is the only Black Company novel I want to re-read beside the original trilogy.
(8/10)
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