Dragaera

Jordan-bashing (was Brust Interveiw)

Wed May 12 17:12:01 PDT 2004

On Wed, 2004-05-12 at 00:35, Caliann the Elf wrote:
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> Rion Bergquist <carpovita at earthlink.net> wrote:
> Then you should avoid George R. R. Martin as well. GREAT stuff, HUGE books,
> not done yet
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> I actually adore huge books.  Let me know when that series is finished.
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You could try Erikson: his huge books are in a series, but each one is a
self-contained plot, so it's manageable to read them as they come out.

Or there's _Ash_, the ultimate great heavy brick of a book.

A recent parody from Victor Gollancz had a set of plot
summaries/parodies of other novels, including the following:

FLASH by Merry Gentile

In this epic, 4,700-page retelling of the Flash Gordon story (the single
largest one-volume novel booksellers have been prepared to unpack from
their boxes and lug upstairs to the shop shelves)* award-winning author
Merry Gentile has created something unique. Her 'Flash' grows up a
discarded waif on a military camp of the army of Myng the Non-Merci. A
girl in a man's world, she disguises herself as 'Gor Don', a honed
fighting machine (with a university education), to survive. Accordingly
she rises through the ranks until she is able to lead an army against
the thankless Myng; and yet -- her tragedy -- she cannot wholly purge
her masculine persona of feminine attributes. Her followers start to
suspect that her various camp mannerisms, the gaudy decorations she
prefers, the extremely clean spaceships she insists upon and her general
attention to detail are incompatible with the rough, crude,
belly-scratching world of men fighting wars with other men in a manly
way. And so the book moves, not hurriedly, towards its tragic climax. 'I
started reading this novel in 2001, and I have found it impossible to
put down. I am absorbed in it every night before I go to sleep, I keep a
copy in the toilet, take it on the train with me, and spend my weekends
immersed in it. I hope to finish it by 2007.' _Martin Amis.

[Footnote]
* There was a Peter Hamilton novel that ran to 5,150 pages, but the
booksellers refused to handle it without heavy-lifting equipment and so
it never made the shelves.