Monday, June 22, 2009

David Eddings Owes me 18.95$

Oh, David Eddings, how The Belgariad and The Malloreon entertained me and fed the ever growing fire that is my love for fantasy! They contained a cast of characters that inspired laughter, love, tears, and sorrow. They broadened the fantasy genre with ten new and inpired novel and then added three more related texts. Oh, how I loved thee David Eddings.
My love for Mr. Eddings has, as love for an author is want to do, led me to purchase and read several more of his novels. The Redemption of Althalus was a let down, I'll admit, but after another avid fantasy reader from Thiel suggested I read The Elenium series, I figured I owed Eddings another chance. After all, The Elenium was supposed to be another sweeping epic tale of high fantasy, and who can say no to that?
Well, as most of you are family and friends of mine I feel obligated to tell you to tell David Eddings, and Barnes and Noble, to suck it. Say no. Running screaming from the store. Spill piles of Jane Austin and Harliquin novel into the aisles to slow down the the weak and feeble. Don't be ashamed to hurtle those large coffee table books like frisbees. And I think I heard Obama say that if you knocked over a display or two of political commentary, you'd actually be helping defeat terrorism and defending America.
The Elenium is what comes out of good writers when they look over their successful novels, shrug their shoulders, and nap until their dead line. I hate to ruin a storyline or an ending, but if you've read The Belgariad and The Malloreon you've already spoiled some of the suprises. Things like, oh I don't know, the plot, character development, thematic progression, and that ever unimportant and meaningless thing called the ending are all going to seem like a badly recolected retelling of Eddings earlier works.
I don't usually bash a book this badly. I just feel cheated. I though the publishers were being nice when they put all three books into one handy omnibus. I happily paid the 18.95 even though all I had wanted to spend was 7.95. And now I am annoyed. I could have spent my 18.95 to buy The Belgariad. Now I own a poorly repoduced copy of it that's missing a couple hundred pages and doesn't even manage to get one single name right. Oh, and did I mention that Eddings uses the Roman Catholic Church, with a little magic and a little less technology thrown in, as a back drop for all of it!
David Eddings, you owe me 18.95! Or The Belgariad.
But David Eddings very sadly left this world in June of this year. That means that Barnes and Noble owes me 18.95 and I'm pretty sure I have a better chance of resurrecting Eddings that I do of getting my money from those people.
Ah well. One more book for my collection. This is why I am the Intrepid Bibliophile. I am not afraid of mixing my masterpieces and my trash.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

In the beginning, there was a cold

Blogging has never really held much appeal for me. However, when you plan on leaving the country for a year your family tends to make certain requests. This blog is an example of my willingness to please the powers that be.
So, the process of arranging my visa has stalled on my background check. You should be pleased to note that my sex offender check has come in and I am cleared to work with children. Passing the sex offender check should not really come as much of a surprise. Last time I checked, I have never been arrested and I have certainly never been charged with a sexual crime. Hurray for clean living and a healthy desire to avoid incarceration!
This week will hold for me the wonderful prospect of calling the background check people and demanding answers. My demands will probably take the form of polite questioning and, if necessary, some groveling and whining because I really am not in a position to demand anything of these people. I will also be facing the lovely truth of being an uninsured and out of work college graduate with what seems to be bronchitis. It all started with a cold...thanks little one for soaking up all the lovely germs of all the lovely four and five year old's and bringing them home to share.
Other than that I am committed to packing my life into boxes and trying not to cry over the thought of all my books all alone in those boxes, being all unloved, for a whole year.