I can’t believe the fiftieth anniversary of Scooby-Doo just crept up on me, despite me having written about The Fifty Names of Scooby-Doo.
Ruh-roh.Continue reading “The Fifty Years of Scooby-Doo!”
Pt. 5 of The Harry Potter Readstravaganza
It turns out that the first major consequence of Lord Voldemort’s return to power is the institution of the No Wizard Left Behind program.Continue reading “Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix”
Pt. 4.5 of The Harry Potter Readstravaganza
I’m still finishing Order of the Phoenix (it’s way too long). In the meantime, maybe this’ll wet your whistle.
It’s Harry time.Continue reading “Harry Potter Covers: Special Edition Showdown”
Pt. 4 of The Harry Potter Readstravaganza
If Prisoner of Azkaban was “darkness to light,” then Goblet is a search for balance.Continue reading “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire”
There was never naught,
There was always thought.
But when noticed first
It was fairly burst
Into having weight.
It was in a state
Of atomic One.
Matter was begun—
And in fact complete,
One and yet discrete
To conflict and pair.
Everything was there,
Every single thing
Waiting was to bring,
Clear from hydrogen
All the way to men.
It is all the tree
It will ever be,
Bole and branch and root
And this gist of all
Is so infra-small
As to blind our eyes
To its every guise
And so render nil
The whole Yggdrasil.
Out of coming-in
Into having been!
So the picture’s caught
Almost next to naught
But the force of thought.
Since time before record, the worlds of Ki and Kur have been entangled. Every fourth day, the boundaries of space and time are disturbed, so that each world is seemingly transposed with the other, and an alien sun rises in its sky, with catastrophic results. The light of Kur’s star is deadly to the life of Ki, and vice versa; every contact between the creatures of the two worlds likewise produces only violence, corruption, and decay. Yet contact is frequent enough, on the fourth day when the barriers put up by nature are thin and porous. Over many years each world has been colonized by invaders born under its enemy’s sun, spreading disease and death.
Civilized life still exists on Ki, but only at great cost. For those who are unwilling or unable to pay that price, there are other ways to live as well—but they are far from pleasant.
This is a review of chapters 1-3 of Pyrebound, a serial fantasy novel in progress.
“Now, Corgan, how did you get that broken skin on your hand?”
“Dammit, Mendor, I told you I don’t know.”
Mendor’s gasp was like a gale blowing through the Box.
“Where did you learn that word, Corgan?”
“What word?” But he knew exactly the word Mendor meant.
Pt. 2 of The Harry Potter Readstravaganza
I was wrong. This isn’t Matilda: The Fantasy YA Series. It’s Rugrats: The Fantasy YA Series.
Think about it.
Part 1 of the Harry Potter Readstravaganza series (there was a Part 0)
Pt. 1 of The Harry Potter Readstravaganza
Disclaimer: I don’t like J. K. Rowling, nor do I endorse her. I’m analyzing, critiquing, and mocking a book series which remains relevant because it’s been a pop cultural tour de force as long as I’ve been alive.
Never again will I wonder what Matilda would be like as the first book of a seven-part series. It is here before me: Harry Potter and the Sorcerolosopher’s Stone.
This is a good, upstanding, morally upright adventure. It gives me the impression that J. K. Rowling respects kids’ intelligence and urges them to trust their instincts, even when their hunches aren’t totally right.
There’s a part, though, where the narration says something like “maybe Harry was imagining things, but Slytherin didn’t seem very nice.” In this case Harry’s instincts are totally right, because all of Slytherin is so evil and awful. Prove me wrong.