Alchemical Boy and Murder Puppet

Good Morning Folks! Every so often I find myself lacking gaming content… and decide that it is going to be a book update day. Today is in fact one of those days. Over the last week and some change, I have consumed three books and started on a fourth, and am going to talk about them. First up we have Last First Snow by Max Gladstone, the fourth book in the Craft Sequence and chronologically the first. I have to admit… this book combined with the fact that my Library system does not have the other books available… has halted my momentum in this series. It isn’t so much that Last First Snow is a bad book, and more that it takes the least likable character from Two Serpents Rise and then writes an entire damned book about them. It is essentially a retelling of events that are hinted at during the second book in the Craft Sequence and the whole thing feels a bit superfluous. Sure it shows us that Elayne Kevarian is maybe a far cooler person than we had realized up to this point… but also I was sort of already on that page and the Temoc is awful… which again I am already on that page. I feel like this is a “darling” that the author should have probably dragged out into the street and killed. In the grand sequence of events in this series… I am hoping this book matters more than I realize at the moment. It very much feels like Max Gladstone has a deeper attachment to Temoc than we their readers do… kinda like Metzen and Thrall. Maybe I am wrong… maybe this character is beloved by the fanbase as a whole… but I am sorta doubting that someone who is pro-blood-sacrifice and ritualized scaring of children is a champion of the people. This is going to be a speed bump to the series as a whole for me that I am going to have to get over.
I found myself in need of a palette cleanser after that book, so I ventured slightly to the side and picked up This is How You Lose the Time War which is a collaboration between Max Gladstone and Amal El-Mohtar. As suggested by my friend Thalen, this book is sort of this weird romp of taking the classic Mad Magazine Spy vs Spy characters… and then turning that into a Romeo and Juliet story arc. The story is presented in alternating excerpts about two characters… Red and Blue are on diametrically opposed sides of a time and reality-bending Cold War. The thrill of competition leads to begrudging respect which blossoms into a romance that could never be… were it not for the fact that the two of them are adept at making the impossible appear probable. It is a really short book, only 200ish pages and once you get indoctrinated into the speech patterns of the two characters time flies by. I highly suggest you pick this up and give it a spin because I found it delightful.
Similarly recommended, this time by my friend Ace/Grace… we have the book Space Opera which is also smallish in stature coming in around 300 pages. The tagline for this book compares it to what if Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy met Eurovision and quite honestly it is apt. A more brutalist interpretation is what if the Get Schwifty episode of Rick and Morty were played a bit more seriously and expanded into an entire story arc. It is the tale of washed-up glam rockers Decibel Jones and the Absolute Zeroes, and how they saved the earth from total annihilation at the hands of the great galactic civilizations. How does a civilization prove itself to be truly sentient? Through music of course. It was a fun ride that took a bit to get into, but once I was bought in… I was there happily until the conclusion. The only thing a bit distracting about the novel is it has a propensity for rapid-fire information dumping asides… but then again so did Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy so maybe that is just fit for form.
Now I am working my way through Middlegame which is in itself part of a larger series… that admittedly I am probably going to dive into as well. It also has this whole story-within-a-story thing going on… which has spun off into its own book series. I admit though… the first night that I started this book I struggled considerably because it spends a lot of time introducing you to some deeply unlikeable characters. Last night however I broke through the surface and met the adorable Roger and Dodger… two small genius potatoes that I want to protect with all my life. I am glad I suffered through a maniacal alchemy boy and his murder puppet in order to get to the good bits. It definitely feels like one of those novels where every statement is purposeful as we are carefully working our way toward some grand denouement. While I had wobbly legs for a bit… I am very much on board now and will see this through.
Finishing Middlegame will take me to 48 books this year and that seems like a reasonable number. Sure it would be nice to maybe push that to 50 for clean divisible by ten goodness… but I am finding myself craving some narrative gaming. A lot of this has been me listening to audiobooks while playing mechanically enjoyable games that don’t require the narrative centers of my brain. I think I want to spend some time before the close of the year visiting some of the wealth of games that came out in 2023. I feel like I want to start Baldur’s Gate 3 over from scratch, and maybe roll something that can talk to animals as I seem to have missed out on a major part of the game. The post Alchemical Boy and Murder Puppet appeared first on Tales of the Aggronaut.

AggroChat #176 – Horizon Zero Dawn Show

Featuring: Ashgar, Belghast, Grace, Kodra and Tamrielo

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Tonight we talk about the September game of the month Horizon Zero Dawn.  As is always the case with our game club shows, this is a full spoiler jaunt into this post apocalyptic vision by Guerilla Games.  HZD was featured on our Games of the Year show, but since several had yet to beat it we did not do the normal deep dive that we do during a game club show.  We talk about what might be the most interesting new science fiction property in recent memory.

#Blaugust Day 23: Sound and Fury

The Hugo Awards were presented last night at WorldCon, and a lot of people were waiting to see how it would all shake out. If you haven't been following the whole Puppies mess, the short version is that a group of SF authors who have been previously nominated for Hugos but didn't win decided to run a nomination slate to try to get things they like on the ballot. They've tried this for a couple years without much success, but this year the combination of a racist, loudmouth author running a related slate and gaming's own 'organization' of reactionary misogynists getting involved did the trick. The Hugo nominations were gamed.

A lot of people freaked the hell out and declared the Hugos destroyed, or ruined, or what have you. Last night proved that wrong. A number of categories had no award, but that's happened before and will again, just possibly not in the same numbers. The big award (Best Novel) was awarded to a book that is by all reports amazing, and basically none of the slate nominees got a thing. The main result of this whole thing was to highlight just how few people bother to nominate for the Hugos and to sell a heck of a lot more supporting memberships to this year's convention than any previous (though the total number of people voting was apparently only about half the number of memberships; about 11,300 memberships were sold, and just short of 6,000 ballots were cast.)

#Blaugust Day 23: Sound and Fury


The part that really fascinates me comes from the voting and balloting statistics that are released each year once the awards have been handed out. Going through the nomination numbers, it looks like a little over 200 people voted a Puppies slate, and about 160 of those voted the racist asshole's version. 6,000 ballots were cast in the final vote, but only 200 or so people were able to game the nomination. Admittedly this year's vote total is skewed by people who specifically voted either in support or protest of this whole nonsense, so let's look at the 2014 totals. 3,587 total ballots were cast last year. So about 6% of last year's total vote. That's all it took.

And that's the lesson of all this. Angry assholes are really good at being loud, puffing themselves up, and making themselves look bigger than they are. The jerks on your game's forum or on Twitter or wherever? They're a minority making themselves look like the majority through volume (in both meanings of the word). They only win if we stand aside and let them.