Let the fairy-tale begin on a winter’s morning, then, with one drop of blood new-fallen on the ivory snow: a drop as bright as a clear-cut ruby, red as the single spot of claret on the lace cuff.
And thus starts Swordspoint: A Melodrama of Manners, the first novel in the Riverside series by Ellen . . . → Read More: Ellen Kushner: Mannerpunk, Klezmer, and English ballads
OR Melling wrote this for our Charles de Lint edition…
It’s difficult to review Charles de Lint without getting personal and panegyrical for, as is the case with most if not all of his readers, I feel as if I have had a close relationship with him and his characters for many years now. Like . . . → Read More: Charles de Lint: An Appreciation
I’m up in the Kinrowan Estate library as a way of avoiding all the work that needs doing for our Midsummer celebration in Oberon’s Wood. Even Emma Bull’s busy harvesting more of those odd Border strawberries . Not that I’m adverse to a bit of honest work when need be, but I’m a better fiddler . . . → Read More: Summer Reading
One finds the oddest things in the Archives here at the Kinrowan Estate as I found an odd one-off that Sharyn McCrumb of the Ballads novel fame, did with the able assistance of Sweetwater, a well-known folk band.
Sharyn wrote and recorded ‘The Rowan Stave’, the song that is the heart of her novel, The . . . → Read More: The Rowan Stave: A Sharyn McCrumb Commentary
As usual, our fiction reviews run the gamut from a beloved children’s classic in T.H. White’s The Once and Future King to some that may some day be considered classic. Or not. White’s novel is an Arthurian fantasy that was first published in 1958 and is stitched together from earlier works written between 1938 and . . . → Read More: Fiction: Some Current Reviews
<em>Wes Unruh wrote this review.</em>
“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.” — from <cite>Neuromancer</cite>
The future world of the Sprawl series is a world of crumbling governments supplanted by multinational corporations, a world where horses are extinct, where money stratifies people into a global caste system. . . . → Read More: Retro Review: William Gibson’s Sprawl Trilogy
‘The fiddle chased him and pounced, and then the two instruments rolled around like a pair of kittens playing with a catnip mouse. A flute joined in, and the ball of fur turned into rambunctious reel, one Brian had never heard before. And then the deep booming of the drum nipped one of them . . . → Read More: James Hetley’s Summer Country
I have two confessions to make. The first is that I am an audiobook addict. The second is that I really am a terrible reviewer. Sometimes I get lost in my work.
Many moons ago, my most feared and esteemed of overlords, Cat, the Grand Poobah and Chief Warlock of the Green Man Review, . . . → Read More: Graphic Audio: Movies in Your Mind
Kage Baker (1952 – 2010) ran away to sea when she was five, getting a job as a steam whistle on a tramp steamer, and learned to read and write thanks to the tutelage of a kindly one-legged sea cook. He suggested she try her hand at writing science fiction, so she produced her first . . . → Read More: Kage Baker
That seems to be where we find ourselves this morning, going through the review bin.
There’s a certain kind of humor that makes its home in the land of the bizarre, in which the surreal is played for laughs, as in Good Omens, that classic send-up of just about everything from Terry Pratchett and Neil . . . → Read More: Real, Surreal, and Somewhere in Between