Ooh, Ooh, Ooh!!!
So I ordered a bunch of stuff with my branch's new little book-buying budget, right? And I'm still waiting! I got maybe one thing out of processing -- my incoming box today wasn't even half-full. Grr!
However: guess what our lease fiction people sent us?
Ohhhhh, yeeeeah. This is gonna suck.
And yes, it's every bit as shitty as the S,N! guys said.
I don't understand what happened to this man. Sure, a lot of his stuff is just Mormon mumbo-jumbo warmed over and sexed-up skiffy style, but I still thought some of his earlier books were above par. Granted, that doesn't take much in his chosen genre, but come on... I thought he did particularly well whenever he had to craft a character who was a teenage boy -- Card I found spot-on in his portrayals of the emotional tumoil and anger that come at that age.
But this? Allow me to crack this bad boy open completely at random. Okay, here we are: page 193, where the Canadian ambassador is reading bulletins provided him by the eeevul liebruls who invaded and are occupying Manhattan. I think; I'll make no attempts at contextualization, as time is short -- besides, no amount of context could make acceptable writing this craptacular:
"The military force that took over Manhattan affirms that not one civilian has been harmed."
"What a lie," said Coleman. "We saw one dead doorman [dead as a-? -- ed.] with our own eyes."
"They call themselves the Progressive Restoration. They declare that Progressives won the popular vote and the electoral vote for President in 2000, and only flagrant vote-stealing by the radical Right kept the duly elected President from taking office."
"Please say they're not bringing back Al Gore," said Reuben [An Inconvenient Truthiness? Also, this is about as funny as the book ever gets. -- ed.].
"Shut up, please, boys," said Cessy.
"Since stealing office, the usurpers trampled on the Bill of Rights, involved the United States in illegal and immoral foreign wars, destroyed the environment, oppressed minorities of every kind, imposed their brand of Christianity on the whole country, stifled scientific research, ran up huge deficits, and flaunted -- I'm sure they mean flouted --"
"He's correcting their grammar now," said Reuben [fiendish Canadians almost succeeded at making the liberal dodos look intelligent! -- ed.]
"Flouted world opinion and international law, and brought the world to the brink of disaster."
"They didn't mention Zionism," said Coleman. "What are they thinking?" [they're not thinking; they're two dimensional foils who are portrayed as having written that press release just so that you, one of the two dimensional protagonists, could use that line. -- ed.]
It just gets worse and worse. Not to mention more polemical and hamfisted at every turn. And in some cases, downright ungrammatical -- are his editors afraid of him or something?
Bonus excerpt from his now infamous, whiny afterward, in which he makes the following acknowledgement:
And [thank you] to Zina Card, who spent hours watching episodes of 24 with Kristine and me so I could keep in mind the rhythms and energy of an effective thriller...
Not even the ongoing perils of Jack Bauer could improve his writing. How odd.
psst, hey, are you still coming to town this weekend?
If so, please e-mail
Oh how the mighty have fallen.
Here's to facile, paranoid, right wing fantasy! Nein. Anyway, I think a far more plausible paranoid future-gaze is found in Octavia Butler's
Parable books.
I don't think she had to watch some muck like
24 for inspiration; processing reality was enough.
Michael Crichton, Orson Scott Card, Lynne Cheney. . . it's like a Barnes & Noble of the damned.
Have fun with Fulsome, who never e-mails AG!! And don't let Pinko be a back talking aggressive bottom. Just bend him over and show him who is boss.
Stay away from John Ringo. He is even worse than this crap. His obsession with the military solution and the liberal conspiracies against it have ruined every book he has written.
I liked
Ender's Game. It is often amazing to me that someone can do a really nice thoughtful piece of work, and lurking behind that is a complete idiot. As strong an arguement for separating the art from the artist as there ever was...
I'm sure they mean flouted --"
"He's correcting their grammar now," said Reuben."Jeebus, Josus, and Prada Pope on a Popsicle Stick, doesn't this imbecile know the difference between grammar and semantics?
"doesn't this imbecile know the difference between grammar and semantics?"
Ceramics.
I hear Dennis Miller is still on TV. no different. good, once.
i think it looks better like this:
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I agree with fish, hard to believe a guy who came up with the pretty decent Ender's Game could poop out something like this. It's what happens when you put politics ahead of art. This reads like Free Republic fan fiction
"the didn't mention zionism." once again, rueben couldn't help but be impressed with coleman's wit, which he was nearly as quick and on-target with as he was with the .45 they'd liberated from the only gun store in vermont a few weeks back. and, once again, rueben couldn't help but notice how his gaze lingered on coleman's surprisingly soft profile, his pale skin, and wispy blonde hair. grecian ideal, he thought, and smiled to himself.
it had been almost six months since that night near the front at ann arbor - just a week before they had taken the reconstituted Weathermen cell operating out of the college there - that coleman had sat with rueben outside their tents and drinking liquor they'd made from grape juice and alcohol they'd smuggled out of a local hosptial, and told rueben about "the grecian ideal."
"they want us less than who we are, rueben," said coleman. "this progressive restoration, see, the thing is that while the foundation is in the 1960s and what was then called the new left, the real drive for it came in the seventies." coleman spat into their campfire. "women's lib. the writings of doctor spock. diversity, whatever that means." coleman laughed. "all in opposition to the fount of civilization, rueben." he looked up, and rueben remembered realizing for the first time who it was coleman looked like: the actor who had played the heroic jack bauer. his name was long forgotten - it had been banned from all media after the kucinich putsch in 2010 - but while in college, rueben had spent long hours studying grainy vhs videotape of the actor, and of his many films. but coleman didn't look like the haunted, pinched man that actor had become when he played jack bauer. no, coleman looked...well, looked prettier than that. he looked like bauer when that actor had done another movie, back in the mid 1980s, about vampires.
coleman had set his bottle down and moved closer to rueben. "the grecian ideal, that's what we're fighting for, rueben." he reached out to rueben, unzipping his windbreaker. "men, engaged in the world of thought, in a world of action. men who don't fear other men's company. men who are sure of their bodies. men who aren't feminized, and know how to understand other men."
now coleman began to loosen the buttons on rueben's tunic. rueben was frozen with panic, with excitement - coleman was putting words to thoughts and feelings that had always been with rueben, but were denied him in this womanly brave new world.
"there's a place for women in the grecian ideal, rueben." coleman's breath was hot on rueben's neck. "but only a place. in the grecian ideal, men are free, because the world belongs to men." and with that, coleman kissed rueben, rough, passionately - kissed him with the same pretty vampire's mouth that belonged to the pariah and hero, one they only knew as jack bauer, so long ago.
Dang! Dax. Whyn't you go an submit
that to Ca'd's publisher, eh!
It sure has more integrity than
his recent tripe.
it's like a Barnes & Noble of the damned.LMAO! Bravo! Bravo indeed, Mr Vick!
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