Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Among other activities this past week, I’ve been plodding through Hell’s Gate by David Weber and Linda Evans.
I’ve cursed my way through six hundred and eighty odd pages of the twelve hundred and more available.
Through about five hundred some odd, I suffered. Not because it was not interesting – the first time an incident was related. No. I suffered because the same incident was related through several sets of eyes, several times, and it quickly became tiresome. I persevered.
And then I came upon a quote of a character from the story. I’m not sure which author put the words in the character’s mouth, but to whichever I give thanks for the words. I am not too happy at this point that the author saw fit to kill the character off, though.
I do feel though that it may, with reservations, may have been necessary for the story development. Maybe. But then I’m only half way there.
The sparkle in the story came from the following character quotes concerning the entire school of magic, staff and student body alike, with which the character was a long time associate. The character was defending his magical female student.
” — and shove your precious godsdamned, all-holy Academy — and your fucking, jewel-encrusted pedigrees –up your sanctimonious, lying, racist, hemorrhoid-ridden asses sideways!”
For some reason, as I read, I had a flash back several years to an un-named blogger attempting to describe his ‘x’ and her Poet paramour, as he the blogger suffered the pangs of divorce and expounded various retributions to offending couple.
Hell’s Gate then carried me along through this gem of a scene and gave me the character talking to his student (still in the presence of the school staff).
“You’re not to blame, except inasmuch as what these sanctimonious, closed-minded, willfully ignorant, arrogant, bigoted, power-worshiping, stupid prigs have just done to you has finally gotten me to do what I ought to have done so long ago. If they choose to wallow in the muck of their precious supposed shakira superiority to all around them, then so be it. I have better things to do than squat here clutching handfuls of my own shit and calling it diamonds!”
I look forward to the remaing six hundred odd pages. Hoping, of course, I come across at least two more paragraphs.
Two should be enough.
From the reaches,