Thursday, 24 March 2011

Screen Shot | A Game of Images of Thrones

A quartet of gorgeous new images from A Game of Thrones, HBO's forthcoming adaptation of a certain George R. R. Martin novel - you've never heard of it already, have you? - just went up over at TVGuide.com. You guys and gals should totally look at them. You'll probably know what they're of and everything.

Me? I just think they're purdy.

Here's the two I've saved as fodder for potential desktops - loathe though I'll be to leave behind the exquisite art from The Way of Kings that's been gracing my screen through 2011 so far:



The other pair, you'll find over here, where embiggening opportunities await.

Hell with it. You know what I'm going to do? By gum, I think I'm going to read this book!

Starting just as soon as my coffee's good and brewed...

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Opinionated Speculations | The Curious Case of The Quantum Thief

Not so long ago at all, in a galaxy practically next door to our own, John DeNardo sparked off quite the conversation over at SF Signal with his review of The Quantum Thief. Before we get any deeper into this, check out the post in question - and be sure to stick around for the comments.

I'll wait.

...

So two stars from five.

Not to be utterly reductive, you understand, but that's the sole reason there's been this controversy. And in turn, that's the sole reason I've avoided any sort of scoring system here on The Speculative Scotsman. Because the numbers are essentially meaningless, to my mind: an arbitrary statement of how awesome, on a scale from 1-5 or hats out of ten or percentiles out of a hundred or whatever, a book has been. In your opinion. Your inescapably personal and utterly subjective opinion.

But let's not get ahead of ourselves.

What happened was, John DeNardo didn't really do The Quantum Thief justice. He admits that real life repeatedly intruded on the time he'd meant to spend reading Rajaniemi's debut, and of course that's fine; it happens. It will continue to happen until critics are locked away in sensory deprivation tanks for the duration of their respective reading experiences.

John acknowledges that. In his review he goes so far as to stress that "this [was] a reader fail, not necessarily a book one." He iterates the same opinion again in the comments. He saw in The Quantum Thief all the things other reviewers - myself included - have spoken of in such glowing terms: its grand-scale imagination, its very involved worldbuilding, its meticulous and addictive plot... and so on. Then he gave The Quantum Thief two stars from five.

Which isn't reader or writer fail, if you ask me. It's reviewer fail.

Two stars from five might seem a fair and representative review of John's reviewing in this instance, but of the book itself? I find myself hard pressed to sympathise. Because how is it in any sense reasonable to hold a text accountable for factors far without its purview? Does a dodgy cinema audience prone to juggling popcorn affect the quality of a good film? Should I take umbrage with a television show because the content of the ad breaks are inappropriate?

Of course not.

Now on the one hand, scored reviews are anathema to me in the first instance. At best they're short-cuts - easy outs for folks who can't be arsed to read the actual text of a given review; at worst, however, you can see in them the beginning of the end of bona fide criticism. Look at what happened to the video game industry in the wake of Metacritic and its ilk, sites founded entirely on the principle of aggregating all the aggregates to come up with one mega-aggregate to rule them all. These days, entire livelihoods often depend on developers achieving a certain aggregate threshold. Largely arbitrary scores are costing people their jobs, and all that follows.

So the numbers game bothers the bejesus out of me personally. Especially when the numbers in question seem so utterly at odds with the content of the review, as in the curious case of The Quantum Thief. On the other hand, however much I might differ from the following folks, I appreciate that there are those individuals and organisations to whom such scores matter a great deal. To each their own and all that.

But in both cases, the result of John's two-star review is a knock on The Quantum Thief. A knock, moreover, utterly unjustified; that's the heart of the matter here. Whether I believe these numbers hold any water or not, there needs to be some correlation between review and rating, surely, and an account of someone's personal circumstances does not an argument of the merits and demerits of a certain piece of entertainment make.

That said, SF Signal is an important resource to the community, and John DeNardo is usually a very fine reviewer. I'm not having a go at one or the other here. I simply don't think this sort of ill-conceived criticism should stand unchallenged, particularly given the ever-increasing prominence of certain score aggregators.

Because it can't be right to punish a book for your own shortcomings, can it?

Tuesday, 22 March 2011

Book Review | The Kings of Eternity by Eric Brown


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1999. On the threshold of a new millennium, the novelist Daniel Langham lives a reclusive life on an idyllic Greek island, hiding away from humanity and the events of the past. All that changes, however, when he meets artist Caroline Platt and finds himself falling in love. But what is his secret, and what are the horrors that haunt him?

1935. Writers Jonathon Langham and Edward Vaughan are summoned from London by their editor friend Jasper Carnegie to help investigate strange goings on in Hopton Wood. What they discover there – no less than a strange creature from another world – will change their lives forever. What they become, and their link to the novelist of the future, is the subject of Eric Brown’s most ambitious novel to date.

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The barrier for entry to science fiction must be among the most impenetrable in any genre. Our world is hard enough to understand, after all; others entire - even if they are only our own, advanced through the requisite millennia - demand such intent and dedication to come to terms with in any meaningful sense that I can hardly blame the leagues of readers who turn tail at the merest mention McDonald or McAuley.


And that's not even to speak of bona fide hard SF, a sub sub-species of literature wherein the science is arguably more integral to the fiction than the fiction itself... which seems a little like missing the point, if you ask me.


Behold, however, at the very other end of the spectrum, the antidote to rigour and rote: Eric Brown. With the Bengal Station trilogy, Helix and Engineman, Brown has deftly ascended through the ranks to become an undisputed master of accessible science fiction, and likewise, his latest is a brandy of a book. The Kings of Eternity is easy reading indeed; warm and finely spiced, it goes down smoothly, leaving a pleasant, not-at-all overpowering aftertaste imprinted upon your palette. It is too "an incredibly optimistic piece of work... full of hope for the future," (p.53) which reads as if it's leapt through the decades from the pages of some fondly recalled scientific romance of olde.


The Kings of Eternity is a tale of two tales. The first begins in the 30s, on the eve of the Second World War, when struggling novelist Jonathon Langham is recruited to get to the bottom of certain otherworldly goings-on. Glad of the opportunity to escape London life, Langham stoppers his scepticism, packs a bag and travels to Cranley Grange, where in an impossible clearing in the woods, he glimpses another world.


Meanwhile, in 1999, another author, rather more popular than his PapaLangham's grandson Daniel has fashioned for himself a home away from home a Greek island so remote that the media aren't likely to trouble him there. On Kallithea Daniel meets a woman - Caroline Platt, an artist unlucky thus far in love - only to fall head over heels for her just as his hard-earned idyll comes suddenly and irrevocably under threat when a journalist arrives... a journalist and something worse.


As a pair, the Langhams are of course rather writerly narrators, fit to put one in mind of a who's-who of Stephen King protagonists. Each has his own routine; each sees the world in beats and scenes; each leads the selfsame life of solitude and quiet contemplation we imagine writers must. I'll admit to worrying at the outset that the myriad similarities between Jonathon and Daniel would leave the dual narratives which run through The Kings of Eternity vague and indistinct from one another, but my fears proved needless: Brown makes a point of the parallels, in fact, lulling one - as if by hypnosis - as these characters and their respective eras whip past before your eyes. So too is the character clash soundly resolved come the last act.


Eric Brown speaks of The Kings of Eternity in no uncertain terms. On his website he proclaims it "the best thing I've written. Period. I feel for the novel as I've felt for nothing else I've done. It's also quite unlike anything else I've written. It's SF, but hard-to-categorise SF." I'd take exception to that last assertion - that The Kings of Eternity is in any sense difficult, come to that - but otherwise, I'm inclined to agree with the author. Brown's latest has been on the drawing board for a decade, and short some decidedly unnatural dialogue (p.63), it shows; in its imagery, its precision, its pace and its ultimate profundity, this narrative shines brightly because of the delicate care and attention Brown has lavished upon it.


In the great tradition of science-fiction as once it was, before the intellectual prerequisites of an appreciation of the genre grew to include quantum mechanics and the prophesied supernova, The Kings of Eternity is a novel about discovery: about the discovery of other worlds and other species only - I repeat only - insofar as it is about the discovery of love, and one another. There is precious little SF in the foreground of The Kings of Eternity, and removed from such rigour, what unfolds in Eric Brown's best yet is a charmingly timeless tale, lithe, powerful and tremendously affecting.

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The Kings of Eternity
by Eric Brown


UK Publication: April 2011, Solaris


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Sunday, 20 March 2011

Books Received | The BoSS for 20/03/11

Met the old BoSS? Well, let me introduce you to the new BoSS - same as the old BoSS, more or less... except less is more. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

All caught up? Good. Let's get on with it, then.

And let's pretend The BoSS is back so soon by popular demand, rather than because I'd managed to get myself hopelessly behind... again.

No messing about today, anyway. If you thought some of yesterday's books were exciting, just take a look at the encore assortment I have for you all today...

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The Fallen Blade
by Jon Courtenay Grimwood


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 03/02/11
by Orbit

Review Priority
4 (Pretty Bloody Likely)

The Blurb: Venice, 1407. The city is at the height of its powers. In theory, Duke Marco commands, but Marco is a simpleton so his aunt and uncle rule in his stead. They seem all powerful, yet live in fear of assassins better than their own. On the night their world changes, Marco's young cousin prays in the family chapel for deliverance from a forced marriage. It is her misfortune to be alone when Mamluk pirates break in to abduct her - an act that will ultimately trigger war.

Elsewhere Atilo, the Duke's chief assassin, cuts a man's throat. Hearing a noise, he turns back to find a boy drinking from the victim's wound. The speed with which the angel-faced boy dodges his dagger and scales a wall stuns Atilo. He knows then he must hunt him. Not to kill him, but because he's finally found what he thought was impossible - someone fit to be his apprentice.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: I'm reading The Fallen Blade right now. Well, not right now... you know what I mean.

I'll be honest: this book didn't immediately appeal to me. In fact, for its first hundred pages I was questioning certain supposed wisdom, because the only reason former SF author Jon Courtney Grimwood's first fantasy novel got a look-in on the TBR tower was a glowing review on Pornokitsch.

Turns out Jared had a point. I should have known, really. After a deeply distracted start, suddenly, mercilesslyThe Fallen Blade got good. The plan, as it stands, is to report back on my progress with it within the week.


Theta Head
by Greg Dawe

Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 07/06/10
by Caffeine Nights

Review Priority
3 (We'll See)

The Blurb: Stark naked consciousness is exposed like a raw nerve as Georgia's search for her missing boyfriend, Ben, takes her from London through Asia. On route she discovers that Ben has been using a neuroscience technology - one that offers the potential of complete liberation to anyone who uses it

It is a technology Georgia must embrace if she is to find Ben, but one that is such an intimate catalyst for change Georgia isn't sure she can handle the side of herself it uncovers. Only her desire to find Ben drives her on; a force which leads her to the Theta Heads and a choice: continue using the technology to hack away at her layers of mental static and find the real reason he disappeared, or let go and face a future without him.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Every couple of days, a form letter arrives in my inbox. "Dear [Sir/Madam]," it says. "Would you care to review my book on your website [The Speculative Scotsman]?"

I don't often take up the offers of books that come through the wire that way; more often  than not I'm so insulted whoever-it-is hasn't bothered to more than glance at the blog, the notion begins and ends there. But Theta Head sounded interesting - sounds interesting - and though the formatting in the copy that came through the mail this week leaves something to be desired, a quick skim of the first chapter still hasn't dissuaded me.

Which just goes to show, small press publishers: take a little time to tailor your enquiries to my interests, and my audience's, and you stand as much a chance as anything from Tor or Orbit.


Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy 2
edited by William K. Schafer


Vital Statistics
Published in the US
on 30/04/11
by Subterranean Press

Review Priority
N/A

The Blurb: Published in 2008 to widespread critical and popular acclaim, Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy provided a unique showcase for some of our finest practitioners of dark, disturbing fiction. This much anticipated second volume more than meets the standards set by its predecessor, offering a diverse assortment of stories guaranteed to delight, unsettle, and enthrall. Volume two proper is a full 20,000 words longer than the first installment in the series.

This stellar collection leads off with Joe Hill's dazzling "Wolverton Station," in which a predatory businessman travels to England, and to a primal confrontation he could never have imagined. Elsewhere, a number of contributors revisit familiar, well-established themes and settings. Glen Cook's "Smelling Danger" gives us a brand new chapter in the long-running annals of The Black Company. "The Passion of Mother Vajpai" is a story of exotic and erotic initiation set against the backdrop of Jay Lake's novel Green. Kelley Armstrong re-enters the Otherworld with "Chivalrous," the account of a devious and long-delayed act of revenge.

And there's more, much more, including a hallucinatory portrait of guilt, angst, and drug-fueled violence by Caitlin R. Kiernan, and an affecting reflection on love, death, and acceptance by Steven R. Boyett. These stories, together with first-rate work by the likes of K. J. Parker and Norman Partridge, offer provocative, sometimes visceral entertainment. As this rich, rewarding volume amply demonstrates, the tale of dark fantasy is alive and thriving, and continues to develop in new and unexpected ways.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Kelley Armstrong I could take or leave. Jay Lake and Glen Cook I have so little experience that their inclusion in Subterranean Tales of Dark Fantasy 2 hardly moves me one way or the other. Joe Hill, however... I'm all about the Joe Hill.

And that isn't even to mention K. J. Parker, whose short fiction lately astonished me in the form of "A Small Price to Pay for Birdsong" - Short Fiction Cornered here - nor Caitlin R. Kiernan, whose work I've been an admirer of since Silk made such an impression on me in my years as an angsty sprog.

In any event, I'll be reviewing the second iteration of Subterranean Tales of Dark Fantasy for Strange Horizons, at some point. I only mention it here because from what I've read, having dipped in and out, it's wonderful enough I could well cajole a couple more Short Fiction Corners from it for TSS, too.


Snowdrops
by A. D. Miller


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 01/01/11
by Atlantic Books

Review Priority
3 (We'll See)

The Blurb: A. D. Miller's Snowdrops is an intensely riveting psychological drama that unfolds over the course of one Moscow winter, as a young Englishman's moral compass is spun by the seductive opportunities revealed to him by a new Russia: a land of hedonism and desperation, corruption and kindness, magical dachas and debauched nightclubs; a place where secrets - and corpses - come to light only when the deep snows start to thaw - Snowdrops is a chilling story of love and moral freefall: of the corruption, by a corrupt society, of a corruptible young man. It is taut, intense and has a momentum as irresistible to the reader as the moral danger that first enchants, then threatens to overwhelm, its narrator.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: This elegant volume caught my eye during a rare trip to an Actual Bookstore (!) a few months ago, as I recall, so the review copy Atlantic sent along was a right treat. Snowdrops sounds like a fantastically atmospheric thriller, and I'm hoping to get to it just as soon as I've fried a few bigger fish.

Speaking of which...


The Wise Man's Fear
by Patrick Rothfuss


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 11/03/11
by Gollancz

Review Priority
4 (Pretty Bloody Likely)

The Blurb: My name is Kvothe.

I have stolen princesses back from sleeping barrow kings. I burned down the town of Trebon. I have spent the night with Felurian and left with both my sanity and my life. I was expelled from the University at a younger age than most people are allowed in. I tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during day. I have talked to Gods, loved women, and written songs that make the minstrels weep.

You may have heard of me.

So begins the tale of a hero told from his own point of view - a story unequalled in fantasy literature. In The Wise Man's Fear, Kvothe takes his first steps on the path of the hero and learns how difficult life can be when a man becomes a legend in his own time.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: You must be wondering why in the world The Wise Man's Fear is all the way down here -- and with a review priority anything less than immediate, at that. Well. I'm a little late to the party, aren't I? Most everyone else has already had their say about the much ballyhooed-about follow-up to The Name of the Wind, and when that sort of blogger blitz happens, I like to take a moment... let the fuss die down some, while my preconceptions and expectations diminish with a little distance... and then come to the thing in question on my own terms.

Thus, be sure I'll publish a something about The Wise Man's Fear, at some point, for though much about the first third of The Name of the Wind struck me as rather amateurish, by the final curtain call I was well and truly won over -- as indeed every Pat Rothfuss reader  I've heard of was. Just don't expect a review for a while yet, is what I'm saying.

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That's it for this week. But never fear: the nearly-new and probably only moderately improved BoSS will be back at the same bat-time next week, in the same bat-place. See you then!

Well then. That's that. Two bags of awe-inspiring speculative swag in two days, and I've such a fine bunch of books to choose from I can't say with any real certainty what I'll be selecting from amongst them to read next. First, to power through the second half of The Fallen Blade, and then... probably The Kings of Eternity, or The Enterprise of Death? We'll see soon enough.

But what are you all reading at the moment? Am I to take it everyone's still occupied with a certain Kingkiller?

Saturday, 19 March 2011

Books Received | The BoSS for 19/03/11

Met the old BoSS? Well, let me introduce you to the new BoSS - same as the old BoSS, more or less... except less is more. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!


All caught up? Good. Let's get on with it, then.


As I said last week, I've managed to get a bit behind with the whole books received thing, so this'll be the first of a two part edition of The BoSS, with another batch of five books to run down tomorrow. Given which, I don't have much time just now to spend messing about writing intros and the like...


...which certainly isn't to say that the recent arrivals recounted above and below are slouches of any sort. Just going from today's array, The Kings of Eternity sounds absolutely terrific, and I'm determined to give Jesse Bullington a go now that a copy of his second novel has come through. That's two sure things already!

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The Enterprise of Death
by Jesse Bullington


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 03/03/11
by Orbit

Review Priority
5 (A Sure Thing)

The Blurb: As the witch-pyres of the Spanish Inquisition blanket Renaissance Europe in a moral haze, a young African slave is unwillingly apprenticed to an ancient necromancer. Her tormentor has bound her with a curse forged from blood and spirit. But salvation could lie in arcane writings her tutor has hidden on the war-torn continent...


A Scotsman's Thoughts: Though I'm afraid to say I never did get around to The Brothers Grossbart, nor would it be true in the strictest sense to say I haven't read Jesse Bullington. Only last month, in fact, I read his short story "The Adventures of Ernst, Who Began a Man, Became a Cyclops, and Finished a Hero," largely on the basis of its fabulous title. You can find it for free here, if you're so inclined.


Alas, I did not love it. I'd hope to name it the second subject of Short Fiction Corner, and though it was a bit of fun, I found myself with little more to say about it beyond... huh.


Nevertheless, the novel form is a whole other ball-game, and with The Enterprise of Death of interest (I imagine) to many of you, and so little coverage of it elsewhere, I'm determined to give Bullington a second shot. So.


Birthmarked
by Caragh O'Brien


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 28/04/11
by Simon & Schuster

Review Priority
3 (We'll See)

The Blurb: In the future, in a world baked dry by the harsh sun, there are those who live inside the walled Enclave and those, like sixteen-year-old Gaia Stone, who live outside. Following in her mother's footsteps Gaia has become a midwife, delivering babies in the world outside the wall and handing a quota over to be "advanced" into the privileged society of the Enclave. Gaia has always believed this is her duty, until the night her mother and father are arrested by the very people they so loyally serve. Now Gaia is forced to question everything she has been taught, but her choice is simple: enter the world of the Enclave to rescue her parents, or die trying.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Who here has forgotten The Hunger Games already?


Well, not I - though from the hour I spent with Birthmarked, I bet Caragh O'Brien wishes I had. With this she seems to be riffing off of Suzanne Collins' storied dystopia, and though there are differences between O'Brien's efforts and The Hunger Games, you do have to be looking pretty closely to spot 'em.


That said, I might just give Birthmarked another go-around. There's clunkiness in the composition, and overfamiliarity shot through the premise... but it's far from awful YA.


The Kings of Eternity
by Eric Brown


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 01/04/11
by Solaris

Review Priority
5 (A Sure Thing)

The Blurb: 1999, on the threshold of a new millennium, the novelist Daniel Langham lives a reclusive life on an idyllic Greek island, hiding away from humanity and the events of the past. All that changes, however, when he meets artist Caroline Platt and finds himself falling in love. But what is his secret, and what are the horrors that haunt him?

1935. Writers Jonathon Langham and Edward Vaughan are summoned from London by their editor friend Jasper Carnegie to help investigate strange goings on in Hopton Wood. What they discover there – no less than a strange creature from another world – will change their lives forever. What they become, and their link to the novelist of the future, is the subject of Eric Brown’s most ambitious novel to date. Almost ten years in the writing, The Kings of Eternity is a novel of vast scope and depth, full of the staple tropes of the genre and yet imbued with humanity and characters you’ll come to love.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Why yes, please, I will have some more Eric Brown!


The Kings of Eternity is the third Eric Brown novel Solaris have put out in the last twelve months, and from everything the author has said, it seems to be the one he's most proud of. And as well, because despite my admiration of Enginemanthe dystopian derivations of Guardians of the Phoenix rather tested my patience.


But fingers crossed, his latest could be truly great. I'll be starting in on The Kings of Eternity just as soon as is humanly possible. Do stay tuned for the full review.



No Way Down: Life and Death on K2
by Graham Bowley


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 20/01/11
by Penguin

Review Priority
3 (We'll See)

The Blurb: The summit of K2, 1 August 2008.


An exhausted band of climbers pump their fists into the clear blue sky – joining the elite who have conquered the world’s most lethal mountain. But as they celebrate, far below them an ice shelf collapses and sweeps away their ropes. They don’t know it yet, but they will be forced to descend into the blackness with no lines. Of the thirty who set out, eleven will never make it back.


No Way Down weaves a tale of human courage, folly, survival and devastating loss. The stories are heart-wrenching: the young married couple whose rope was torn apart by an avalanche, sending the husband to his death; the 61-year-old Frenchman who called his family from near the summit to say he wouldn’t make it home. So what drove them to try to conquer this elusive peak? And what went wrong that fateful day?

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Said to be one of the best mountain disaster narratives since Into Thin Air, which I confess, I haven't read - what a turn up for the books! - so that's a yardstick a yard or two beyond my measuring tendencies. But I did utterly adore Into the Void - first the film and then the eyewitness account it was based on. This could thus be right up my alley; particularly considering all the time I spent clambering up cliffs while on me hols late last month.


The Eyre Affair
by Jasper Fforde


Vital Statistics
Published in the UK
on 19/07/01
by Hodder

Review Priority
4 (Pretty Bloody Likely)

The Blurb: There is another 1985, somewhere in the could-have-been, where the Crimean war still rages, dodos are regenerated in home-cloning kits and everyone is deeply disappointed by the ending of Jane Eyre. In this world there are no jet-liners or computers, but there are policemen who can travel across time, a Welsh republic, a great interest in all things literary - and a woman called Thursday Next. 

In this utterly original and wonderfully funny first novel, Fforde has created a fiesty, loveable heroine and a plot of such richness and ingenuity that it will take your breath away.

A Scotsman's Thoughts: Not so very long ago at all, a discussion was had, here in the comments to an instalment of The BoSS, wherein I was crestfallen to find Jasper Fforde's latest - One of Our Thursdays is Missing - was in fact book six in an ongoing series of which, predictably, I knew nothing.


Well, it looks like some kind soul heard my pleas! For lo, copies of the first four books of the Thursday Next series winged their way to me, to be digested at my leisure. Which they resolutely will be. I simply adored Shades of Grey, as those of you who read the review there will know. So be sure there's sure to be more Fforde-inspired fun here on TSS in the future.


On a side note, is this the oldest book I've ever received for review? I think it might be...


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That's it for this week. But never fear: the nearly-new and probably only moderately improved BoSS will be back at the same bat-time next week, in the same bat-place. See you then!


Ah, but wait: because no, it won't. In fact the BoSS will be back for more books received goodness tomorrow. Be sure to check back in!