THE UNLIKELY HERO – Beau Schemery’s Aryan teenage unicorn fetish

Despite the suspicions Mother Dragon shared with Celestrian before her death, he may be the last surviving unicorn of Vrelenden—though most may simply think him some crazy person with a horn attached to his forehead. Nevertheless, Trian has nothing to hold on to but hope, and he’s about to hang that hope on an unlikely hero named Renwald Mallorian. Ren may have been born an accountant’s son, but he’s longed to be a professional hero for as long as he can remember, and he’s read every book on the subject he could get his hands on. When Trian arrives and hires him to find the last remaining unicorns, Ren jumps at the offer and their quest begins.

But the evil Father Denkham is intent on obtaining the last unicorn and sets a deadly assassin on their trail. If that isn’t bad enough, they’ll face a Vampire, Dragon, bandits, and zombies. Their only hope now is for Ren to prove he’s the hero he always dreamed of becoming—but no book in the world could have prepared him for what’s in store.

Yes, that’s a unicorn furry wearing a thong. This, as you will soon gather, is a book about copious teenage unicorn sex. Rejoice, for we’re about to embark on the beautiful and magical journey of someone’s D&D campaign involving a shitload of erotic roleplay turned into a novel.

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DOKUHIME wait what the fuck

Haha wait what?

I like how the one brown-skinned woman is shunted way to the back while the foreground is dominated by ultra-pale beauties, two of them with what appears to be blonde hair and one with inhuman quantities of eyelashes. And, by the way, they are supposed to be appropriations of Native Americans except they live in a desert and what the fuck is going on. Like, shit, this is the first time I’ve ever seen someone mash up an orientalist harem fantasy with, uhhh, Native Americans. Say, are these clothes even from the same culture? And who dresses like this outdoor in a fucking desert?

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Karen Lord – THE BEST OF ALL POSSIBLE WORLDS

The Sadiri were once the galaxy’s ruling élite, but now their home planet has been rendered unlivable and most of the population destroyed. The few groups living on other worlds are desperately short of Sadiri women, and their extinction is all but certain.

Civil servant Grace Delarua is assigned to work with Councillor Dllenahkh, a Sadiri, on his mission to visit distant communities, looking for possible mates. Delarua is impulsive, garrulous and fully immersed in the single life; Dllenahkh is controlled, taciturn and responsible for keeping his community together. They both have a lot to learn.

What the fuck is this shit.

I was lukewarm toward Lord’s previous book, though I didn’t hate it. It was an easy read. There was a lot of hubbub surrounding The Best of All Possible Worlds enough that I was interested, even though the synopsis frankly sounds like shit.

Turns out, it’s really absolutely fucking shit. My nickname for this book is The Best of All Eugenics. 

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HYBRID CHILD by Melissa Goldberg pt 2, plus racism

A long while ago I disemboweled this self-published piece of watery shit to cries of BULLYING!!! or something, and then I found my notes and remembered why I went after this author in the first place. Celebrate! Here’s part two and an explanation on why Melissa Goldberg is a racist little crybaby who’s not much better at being a progressive liberal than she is at writing. It must really suck to be so politically tone-deaf, unintelligent, self-centered and talentless at the same time.

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HOUNDED – Kevin Hearne is a rancid neckbeard ape

Atticus O’Sullivan, last of the Druids, lives peacefully in Arizona, running an occult bookshop and shape-shifting in his spare time to hunt with his Irish wolfhound. His neighbors and customers think that this handsome, tattooed Irish dude is about twenty-one years old—when in actuality, he’s twenty-one centuries old. Not to mention: He draws his power from the earth, possesses a sharp wit, and wields an even sharper magical sword known as Fragarach, the Answerer.

Unfortunately, a very angry Celtic god wants that sword, and he’s hounded Atticus for centuries. Now the determined deity has tracked him down, and Atticus will need all his power—plus the help of a seductive goddess of death, his vampire and werewolf team of attorneys, a sexy bartender possessed by a Hindu witch, and some good old-fashioned luck of the Irish—to kick some Celtic arse and deliver himself from evil.

People’ve been asking me to have a go at this for a while, and what do you know, it turns out to be exactly the same type of excrement as Jim Butcher! Misogyny? Check. Wish-fulfillment bullshit? Oh yes. Juvenile Gary Stu material, aka Rothfuss? You fucking bet.

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linking all the links

Subashini writes about Les Miserables and whiteness.

But Red Lights didn’t need De Niro. Maybe it would have been less of a smug mess without him. He plays the character of Simon Silver, a charismatic superstar psychic, with absolutely zero charisma. One imagines that De Niro might have possessed some charisma at some point—so many people seem to love him—but that charisma is gone and you’re left with De Niro and his superstar-psychic soliloquies. With De Niro now you get a superstar playing an actor playing a superstar psychic. Something was lost along the way, and I think the something is Feelings. What happens to male actors who are great (or considered great?) They ossify and become spectres of themselves. This is what awards shows like the Golden Globes “honour” year after year. Ghosts. While real people like black women and women of colour try to find roles that don’t demean them too much.

Check out a strong female character.

White People HQ brings you many pearls of wisdom. For example, on being a straight ally:

Gay people are the in thing right now. They are all over TV and the movies. Every summer they have a huge parade which, if you ignore the first half being filled with uniformed colonizers and harassment agents (the military and the police respectively), is really fun. To get to the parade you will need your ally card. Here is how you get it.

The most important thing about being a straight ally is reminding everyone that you are straight.  Never let anyone think you are gay.  Letting people think you are gay might mean you get a gay card which comes with so much more responsibility than the ally card.  You want access to the parade and maybe some services (decorating and the like) you stereotypically associate with gay folk you don’t want the real struggle. That is draining. If you are really lucky you might be able to use some gay folk to brighten up your dull racist assertions about a particular elsewhere being full of evil people.

Or empathy and whiteness!

A recent TV advert by Unicef offers parents a chance to purchase a card system allowing them to discuss difficult concepts with their children.  Although the concept of parenting-by-card is unusual in most cultures one is expected to jump on the opportunity to have your parenting automated should you present yourself as white. The final card in the Unicef deck deals with something every white person struggles with: empathy.

Empathy was largely inbred out of white leadership in order for them to succeed as colonial overlords over a century ago. Nevertheless a combination of training and drugging (mainly privilege and experimental pharmaceuticals) keeps non-elite whites from developing empathy during puberty. This results in strange result when white people encounter others who display the trait.

It’s okay white people, the person who wrote this is white. Calm down. Don’t be a sensitive crybaby. Grow up. Get some skin. Punch yourself in the face.

More on whiteness at Spectra Speaks: When Doing Good Goes Wrong: One Woman’s Story about White Saviorism in Africa. See?

Jaymee Goh lays down some truth, again on white people: Racist Things Steampunks Are Not Immune To: Looking for Other People’s Hurt To be Offended By.

Chiusse goes after misogyny in neckbeard favorite Waste of Time: A Misogyny of Light.

Claire Light has a few things to say about urban fantasy.

Outsider status: although all these conflicts and anxieties and desires are common and mainstream, there’s still the desire to stand outside of the mainstream, to be special and also be to be a bit oppressed. This is partly adolescent, partly American (wherein our entire identity hinges on overcoming challenges and being individual), and partly guilty-white-girl. The last one is why so many urban fantasy heroines are mixed race (never just poc, though.) In this post-civil-rights-movement era, outsider status is most quickly vouchsafed by being a person of color. But, of course, no white woman REALLY dreams of being black, so it’s always American Indian or Asian (although the half-Asians are usually the sidekicks.)

This is why white authors who throw in biracial status for their characters can’t be trusted. Trust them even less if they toot their “inclusion” horn. For more, see Assassin’s Creed 3: Mighty Whitey Fantasy Recast as Biracial Dude.

Ronan Wills gives some thoughts on Djoango Unchained in The Caucasian Escape Hatch.

why tone doesn’t matter – the white tears burden

Look at that tweet. Absorb it. Drink it in. Gape. It gets worse. And no, @cheilt isn’t talking about xenophobia directed at Eastern Europeans. She is a native white Irish living in… Ireland.

Now I’ll tell you a story about why tone never matters because white people will flood you with their tears at the slightest provocation. Lesson: being manipulative, racist faux-martyrs is an entrenched characteristic of the white culture.

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THE FRIDAY SOCIETY – Adrienne Kress is an illiterate fuck

An action-packed tale of gowns, guys, guns –and the heroines who use them all

Set in turn of the century London, The Friday Society follows the stories of three very intelligent and talented young women, all of whom are assistants to powerful men: Cora, lab assistant; Michiko, Japanese fight assistant; and Nellie, magician’s assistant. The three young women’s lives become inexorably intertwined after a chance meeting at a ball that ends with the discovery of a murdered mystery man.

It’s up to these three, in their own charming but bold way, to solve the murder–and the crimes they believe may be connected to it–without calling too much attention to themselves.

Set in the past but with a modern irreverent flare, this Steampunk whodunit introduces three unforgettable and very ladylike–well, relatively ladylike–heroines poised for more dangerous adventures.

Shallow characters. Shallow understanding of racism. Shit plot. Shit prose. Weeaboo maggotry. This book is the epitome of what YA is really about: mass-produced illiterate fiction for illiterate people, encouraging them to read more of the same and to think that their consumption of illiterate media stands in for intelligence.

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A Stripper Reviews the Saints in Hitman: Absolution

So what did you think about the trailer overall?

I think it’s an excuse to show violence against women by making them the initiators of violence. It’s as if the makers of this video game are saying, “Hey, these women asked for it. It’s okay to kill them and beat them up because they’re the ‘dregs of society.’” It’s as if [the game is saying] they are subhuman and deserve to die. But that’s not who they are, it’s what they do for a living; stripping is a job, not an identity.

Someone is doing one of those chapter-chapter dissection of an Anita Blake book. Cool. No beef with that, these things are usually entertaining to read. Except–

Three: You are a bitch [Anita Blake]. And not the good, awesome, Sigorney Weaver kind of bitch, either. You are everything that people hate about women.

We call that internalized misogyny, friend, and I’m not talking about the internalized misogyny of Anita Blake the fictional character. She also complains that Anita dresses like a hooker and praises a different series for having its female protagonist be under some alpha asshole’s paternalistic protection and how that is awesome.

And then you have Bran, aka the Marrok, the Alpha of All Alphas in the United States. You do not fuck with Bran. Bran helped raise Mercy when Mercy’s mom realized she couldn’t handle having a coyote for a daughter. Adam is scary. Stefan is scarier. Mercy isn’t all that scary at all, but you don’t fuck with her because if you’re fucking with her, you’re fucking with Bran, and as I said, you don’t fuck with Bran.

Here is what I don’t get about ex-fans of the series: out of all the things to criticize about Anita Blake, they go after “she dresses like a hooker,” “she’s a Mary Sue” and “this is a fucked-up self-insert and let’s speculate about Laurell K Hamilton’s sex life” (yes, they’re coming this close to suggesting that she might have been raped). It is possible to say the writing is shit, Hamilton is racist, or that the books are chock-full of internalized misogyny… but no, “she dresses like a hooker” is what people decide is a valid concern. Really?

Caitlin Moran is shitty, as per usual, this time with a nice bit of “this is how easy you are to rape” rhetoric. Another Angry Woman righteously took her to task.

According to Moran, high heels function as some sort of rapist cowbell, advertising that there is a lone woman wandering abroad, ripe for the picking. I’ve never lain awake listening to the sound of heels and thinking about how easily I could rape that person, and I’m pretty sure vast swathes of the population share this nocturnal activity because we don’t believe the problem is what a woman wears.

Perhaps Caitlin Moran has been listening to some of the criticism levelled at her, though, by her attempt at a dimly intersectional analysis, over which the wail of a sad trombone sounds. Rape culture, unfortunately, will not be solved by Moran’s clever manifesto of All Women Shall Have Taxis. What if the taxi driver is a rapist? It’s not unheard of: recall, for example, the Black Cab Rapist who earned his moniker after raping women who had got into his taxi.

Dear Author is doing another round of hand-wringing over “mainstream respectability” for romance.

Because it’s not just about Romance as a genre. It’s also about (primarily) women writing about the inner lives of other women. It’s about validating books that take as their subject matter the emotional journey to love, even and especially when that love comes in a form that challenges the social status quo (e.g. m/m or f/f Romance). It’s about legitimating the domestic elements of fiction and appreciating the reality that for many people in the world, love was and is still a revolutionary concept (e.g.multiracial/multicultural Romance).

This is some manipulative rot. Imagine saying “SFF should be more respected mainstream because MINORITY AUTHORS WORK IN IT” when both you and I know that SFF is still dominated by straight white people. When you attempt to characterize a genre, any genre, as defined by minorities (when in actuality that genre is 98% majority and upholding the status quo) you are a lying shit and appropriating minorities to serve a majority concern because you want to pretend your favorite toy is a legitimate adult’s serious business. “I don’t read genre fiction because I enjoy stupid shit,” you crow. “Oh no, I read it because it’s progressive and full of minorities!” Please.

Oh, and what is that last line about how love is still a revolutionary concept for many people in the world followed by ”multiracial/multicultural”? Is that an “enlightened liberal” with a savior complex freak on? Can someone be so vapid as to believe anyone anywhere–and the phrasing suggests benighted thirdworlders–needs romance novels to teach them what’s love? (The targets she has in mind would probably be Indians and Middle Easterners, due to western perception of arranged marriage and Islam. There’s a specific racist dog whistle being blown.)