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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read these links and you too will hate

Some heap of excrement thinks that if you’re annoyed or “upset” by uncritical depiction of rape in grimdark fantasy, it’s basically your own fault because you’re too sensitive. Survivors? Toughen up, dearies, can’t live in that rose-tinted bubble.

Readers who like to live in a rose-tinted bubble without any awareness of the kind of sick shit that does happen during times of turmoil will be upset by this book. If you prefer your heroes gallant and noble, then go read a romance novel. For example, some ladies couldn’t look past the references to rape. Um. Hello. This is WAR. Rape isn’t nice but hey, if you’re living in times of civil unrest, do you honestly expect war-mongering males to politely keep their dicks in their trousers? You don’t have to like what Jorg and his merry band of adventurers get up to. Hell, I didn’t like some of the stuff they did, but I accepted it as realism. Or maybe the fact that I live in South Africa has desensitised me. It doesn’t really matter, suffice to say that I shoved aside my own sensibilities so that I could get into the story.

Isn’t she brave and edgy? Maybe she’ll grow up into an adult human being with empathy someday, but I wouldn’t hold out the hope.

Have Ronan Wills‘ glorious shredding of Kevin Hearn’s Fullmetal Druid.

On the racefail front Hearne fairs better than many of his contemporaries purely by virtue of the fact that almost everyone in Hounded is as white as humanely possible without turning transparent, but there is an eyebrow-raising scene with a (dark and scary) Indian witch spirit inhabiting the body of an aggressively Irish bar worker. Because brown people are great and all, as long as we don’t have to actually look at them.

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If genre fiction at its worst can be thought of as a deep, dark hole than urban fantasy is the mariana trench. Burn it and salt the earth so nothing can ever grow again.

Let’s talk about cutting off Superman’s dick. Sounds good to me.

Turns out Orson Scott Card Has Always Been an Asshat and then some.

So we drove to a nearby city and did the honored guest thing, drinking the free booze and eating the free munchies throughout the day. The culmination of the evening was a party in Robert Adams’ suite. I had never heard of Adams, but he wrote a fairly popular manly-man rape & pillage fantasy series called “Horseclans.” He was there with another SF writer whose name you would recognize less from his SF than from a popular column he wrote for a computer magazine.

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Of course this attempted assault may have had nothing to do with Card, but it’s obvious it had everything to do with Ender and Hitler: Sympathy for the Superman. I would probably find the irony much less delicious if Adams had in fact punched me. Card wrote a justification for anyone who ever has a violent thought; Elaine called him on it. And the ultimate reaction to her callout was violence.

Interested in Peter V Brett’s next installment of grimdark, The Daylight War? It is, of course, rapey, misogynistic and racist. By scum for scum and all that.

Which ties it all up to my initial response: if you liked the first two books, nothing I’ve said about the third will dissuade you from reading it. You’ve already had rapiness, perpetual womb-talk and evil foreigners enslavin’ our children and takin’ our wimmenfolk into their hay-rems. There’s nothing worse in this book, so if you’ve come this far… Enjoy.

Plagiarism wank in the YA blogosphere from last year: The Story Siren and Plagiarism. Who the fuck plagiarizes blog content, of all things? How can anyone be that starved for attention or publicity or whatever it is that Kristi Diehm thinks she’s getting? Is the YA fandom basically populated by children?

Remember Colum Paget? He’s back with another round of vile word vomit, this time more disgusting than the last.

Cause of the fall out: A tweet by someone who said, and I’m going to try to paraphrase because I don’t really want people to know who they were, “this sh*t done to women by, you know, MEN”… it represents a standard position that I commonly see online and elsewhere, and I don’t mean a standard position taken towards MEN, it’s a standard position taken towards men, women, black and white, rich and poor, believers and atheists. It’s a position that takes the actions of individuals in a group, and characterizes the whole group in those terms. Although the example I’m giving here from my recent experience is a run-in with feminists, this is not a problem with feminists. You can find this kind of statement among just about any political group, Democrat or Republican, religious or unbeliever, windows or mac. This is an attitude is common across the human race, and it’s key doorway into hate, because it leads one from being angry at the actions of a few to hating an entire group.

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One argument that was put forwards in defence of this statement was that the use of MEN in capitals didn’t mean men as an entire group, it meant some men, or ‘too many’ men. I don’t really buy this argument. If I’d made a comment something like “This sh*t being done by, you know, MUSLIMS” then even if I was talking about something were the transgressors were Muslim, I think people would see my statement as tarring all Muslims with the same brush, implying they were all like the transgressors. Claims made that the comment just referred to men in the plural, because the transgressors *happened* to be men, are also disingenuous, because the transgressors are also human beings, so the comment is equivalent to “This sh*t done by, you know, HUMAN BEINGS.” A statement which I don’t think anyone would make, because it doesn’t really mean anything. For a statement in this form to make any sense it has to be singling out a group and claiming that the group identity is significant.

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Again, before I get too high-and-mighty on this issue, I have to confess that I’ve done this generalizing thing in the past myself (Full disclosure: After hearing a slew of reports of misogynist events happening in what can broadly be called the ‘Islamic World’, I once wrote a blogpost decrying Islam. But Islam, like most religions, is a broad church, and though those problems exist and are ongoing, there’s vast numbers of Muslims who disapprove of the behavior and oppose it. However, if we define it as a ‘Muslim problem’ we make it harder for them to deal with the issues, because they have to waste time defending their religion from the generalized accusations).

tl;dr Colum Paget barged into a hashtag that’s a safe space for women and proceeded to shit all over it demanding that they be nicer and WHAT ABOUT THE MENZ!!! Like, he literally tried to tone-police women talking about sexual assault. Feminists tore him a new one, causing him to cry big white male crocodile tears and come up with that analogy about Muslims, since “misandry” is just as bad as Islamophobia, do you see. He then proceeds to screech that if you wimmen keep being so “inflammatory” you won’t get anything done and will just alienate good allies like him, you know. Whatever will we do then. The fun thing about Paget is that the last time he was called out on twitter, he deleted his twitter and threw a fit about how I’ll send minions to physically attack him at cons (because the most vulnerable demographic at SFF cons? Why, white men! Like Jay Lake). Who knows best about being oppressed and hated? White men! Who should get to be the ultimate authority on both, and on agitating for equality or how that should be done? White men! Who should get to tell minorities just what to do? White men!

He’s @SirEnigmatic, by the way. Keep in mind that the dude’s deeply creepy in person and likes to pester people who want nothing to do with him both online and off (especially minorities at cons, many of whom know exactly the kind of views he holds), so yeah.

CHANGES – the apex of Jim Butcher’s racism and misogyny

Long ago, Susan Rodriguez was Harry Dresden’s lover-until she was attacked by his enemies, leaving her torn between her own humanity and the bloodlust of the vampiric Red Court. Susan then disappeared to South America, where she could fight both her savage gift and those who cursed her with it.

Now Arianna Ortega, Duchess of the Red Court, has discovered a secret Susan has long kept, and she plans to use it-against Harry. To prevail this time, he may have no choice but to embrace the raging fury of his own untapped dark power. Because Harry’s not fighting to save the world…

He’s fighting to save his child.

“His own untapped dark power”? Really? Who wrote this synopsis? Who wrote this book? Who reads this shit, illiterate chimpanzees?

Dreck like this is why I rarely read books by white dudes anymore, by the way.

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Ken Grimwood’s REPLAY – misogyny and the American Dream

Jeff Winston was 43 and trapped in a tepid marriage and a dead-end job, waiting for that time when he could be truly happy, when he died.

And when he woke and he was 18 again, with all his memories of the next 25 years intact. He could live his life again, avoiding the mistakes, making money from his knowledge of the future, seeking happiness.

Until he dies at 43 and wakes up back in college again…

This book was published in 1987, and yea, there shalt be many cries of “BUT ‘TWAS A PRODUCT OF ITS TIME” since 1987 was–like–the fucking Middle Ages, man. It’s steeped to the eyeballs in what I’ll charitably call the American Dream, a heaping shitload of sexism that makes Philip K Dick look vaguely evolved, and an easy rival to both Jonathan Lethem and Jim Butcher when it comes to unrelenting misogyny. For fuck’s sake, the story begins with Our Hero–middle-class white dude experiencing a midlife crisis–being nagged by his disillusioned wife. Then he dies.

Unfortunately, that’s not the last we see of Jeff Winston.

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it’s a white expat scum! bring your own axe and chopping block

The oddest coincidences happen on Dear Author’s “first page” feature. Their latest is “An Indonesian Love Story.”

This is my love poem to the wonderful, sexy, lovely, amazing, spectacular, shy, wild, passionate, inhibited, deeply contradictory women of Indonesia, and to the wonderful land of Indonesia itself.

It’s worthless excrement and creepily sexist. A commentator chimes in to defend this from the (well-deserved) criticism, saying that she follows the writer’s column on the Jakarta Post, hinting that the writer is a white expat living in Indonesia. Another commentator, also an Indonesian woman, delivers the cluebat of “NOPE” to everyone’s kneecap.

Maybe the author knew Indonesian women, but I do not feel it in this piece. There is nothing that speaks to the Indonesian part of me, how restrictive our families and the society could be, how the country and its people taught me the meaning of “a bird in a gold cage”.

I think the author was trying to pay some kind of homage to Indonesia, but he is making the women sound like a species that does not exist. There must be something real in this to touch me, to identify with the Indonesian part of me, but there isn’t. Despite what he said in the introduction, this piece is about him, not the woman. And yes, my very first thought upon reading was that this sounds like a typical older white guy relationship with an Indonesian woman.

Judging by the clarity of her communication she’s probably twenty times the writer said white expat scum is, too.

By and by I became curious and summoned the dark powers of google, which brought me to this. Where the author copy-pastes his entire fucking table of contents and excerpts for all to see, shamelessly, in the way of an untrained puppy shitting where it eats and then rolling in that shit, then yipping excitedly because it thinks though shit-covered it’ll still get pats on the head. Trigger warning for rape.

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“I’m one of the good ones” – oppression and myopia in fantasy

In the streets of Waterdeep, conspiracies run like water through the gutters, bubbling beneath the seeming calm of the city’s life. As a band of young, foppish lords discovers there is a dark side to the city they all love, a sinister mage and his son seek to create perverted creatures to further their twisted ends.

And across it all sprawls the great city itself: brawling, drinking, laughing, living life to the fullest.

Even in the face of death.

Many writers you read as a teen you liked, and then when you rediscover them years after a dreadful certainty dawns: this is shit. The Suck Fairy hasn’t come around for a visit, it was always there and you were just too ignorant to realize. The difference is that with Ed Greenwood you recognize the inherent shittiness even when you’re a teen. I think pretty much the only way to read anything he’s touched and think it’s awesome is if you have no capability to recognize good writing or if you are his close friends in which case it’s impolite to outright tell him, “Dude, you can’t fucking write!”

Beyond that, however, this book attempts to touch on class struggle and then promptly discards that idea in favor of upholding the status quo and oppressive oligarchy. It carries out, uncritically, many tropes that makes SFF so regressive, so this won’t be so much a review of this individual book as an overview of certain genre trends, of which this book is extremely illustrative: to wit, certain gendered things and an inability among many fantasy writers to recognize that oppression is an institution, not isolated acts committed by individuals.

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Warren Ellis goes GRAVELLY it is the rapeytimes

Warren Ellis’ cult hit STRANGE KILLINGS is back with “combat magician” William Gravel’s most gut-wrenching mission yet! Deployed to a steaming Philippine island, Gravel’s assignment is to assassinate an investigative reporter about to expose a chemical weapon lab sanctioned by the British government. But double-crosses and political intrigue have marked Gravel for murder by his S.A.S.? comrades as he realizes that he has been led into a trap by a vengeance-seeking superior. And it only gets worse. There’re zombies: Scores of flesh-ripping, reanimated corpses seeking to shred and devour everyone and everything in their path. If Gravel is able to uncover the shocking truth hidden within the jungle on this island of the dead, can even his otherworldly powers help him escape from a madman, and army of the undead and four squads of heavily armed S.A.S soldiers out for his blood?

Generally, I like Warren Ellis sort of okay. As far as white dudes doing comics go, he’s not one of the very worst. For example, he’s not Mark Millar or Frank Miller. At least, that’s what I thought.

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FROM DEAD TO WORSE pt 4 – Charlaine Harris goes Gorean, the US is a disease

Icky, rapey situations follow after the cut. No, the text of course doesn’t question or challenge them in any way. What did you expect? This is Planet Gor. I must say, by the way, that whoever designed these covers must’ve really Not Given a Shit. Just look at them: not a single shit is given. Less tacky than these, sure, but damn that’s a lot of ketchup spillage.

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FROM DEAD TO WORSE pt 3 – Charlaine Harris still a troglodyte

sookie stackhouse

I hope everyone likes my take on one of the From Dead to Worse covers!

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