Monday, December 10, 2012

I just called to wash my head at you

"I'm looking California, but feeling Minnesota . . . "
I WISH I was lookin' California. At least that would be going right.
I'm feeling Minnesota, looking Wisconsin.

All is well, though.
I'm the problem this time. Or, the book I'm reading. Book TEN of the Malazan Book of the Fallen series.
I have 400 pages left of the approximately 2000 page double-book finale.

These books have been hard. The saddest things I've ever read have been in these books. But it's also had some of the most heroic moments of human courage I've read. Often the two are coupled.

And where the series is headed.... I DON'T EVEN KNOW! It is about to end and I have no idea what THE FINAL BATTLE(!!) is going to be. I know the characters. I know what they know, and I have a fair sketch of what their plans are.
But my expectations have been defied repeatedly, and I've been delighted every time it's happened.

Today, I cried on the train while reading it. It's not the first time. That was during the Chain of Dogs.

It's not all sad; some of it's warm, some of it's funny*, some of it's beautiful. But sorrow is the coin of the realm.

But I think the price is worth it. I have 400 pages left to hope it doesn't end like a Tarantino flick.
To hope that this one, the good guys win.
And also to hope I figure out who the good guys are.
That one could take some discussion; most of the ones I was sure about are dead**.
Maybe the more appropriate question is who's the best of what's left?

I'm not sure.

* though I think the funniest scene in fantasy belongs to The Wise Man's Fear, by Patrick Rothfuss
** though at this point in the series, even the dead are complicated