Mother had it right
When I received "Wraeththu" I was at her house (i have my books delivered there, as they are always when the postie arrives) and she flipped through it and was taking the piss out of the writing. I got all defensive and was bristling as if she didn't understand poetic writing
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I was almost tempted to read some of these books when I spotted that there are some gigs going writing 'Wreaththu Mythos' novels at Storm's own publishing house - the one she put together just to keep her own books in print - and, well... I'm pretty glad that I didn't now.
On a similar note, despite all the actual good novels I have hanging around waiting to be read, I really needed some baaad fantasy. And I found just the writer in J.V. Jones. She's hopeless: characterisation all over the place, non-sequiters abounding, non-sensical imagery and a bit of random violence any time the plot looks like stalling. No wonder Robert Jordan thinks it's 'Wonderful'. The very first paragraph of the book had me sold.
The one who would soon be king ran naked through the woods. Night birds, night creatures, and night insects traveled with him through the vein-dark maze. Smells were sharp, the air was thin. The moon was a blade meant for cutting.
There's so much wrong with that right there that I just had to share. Although I don't know if I'm ever going to finish the thing. Anyway, I'm off to continue wandering the annals of the internet. :)
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*giggles*
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The old ones are still always the best. *laughs*
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