Superman

Last weekend we went to see the new Superman film, and, well, it’s the Superman I’ve been waiting my whole life to see.

I thought every Superman film before this was disappointing in some way, with Superman II being the best of the bunch. I remember seeing Superman: The Movie in the theater and being terribly disappointed in Gene Hackman’s Luthor being written as a clown with a decidedly pedestrian master plan (for amusingly-sharp contrast on this point, John Scalzi disagrees). Superman Returns felt like an updating of the first Christopher Reeve film but didn’t have much new to offer, right down to Luthor’s master plan. And the less said about Man of Steel and the Zack Snyder films, the better; the tone is wrong, the stories are dumb, and it’s just all so dreary. Henry Cavill might have been a great Superman, but not in those films. (Ironically he does get the single best line in any of them, and it was in Joss Whedon’s reshoots of Justice League: “Well, I believe in truth. But I’m also a big fan of justice.”)

This film, written and directed by James Gunn, is the first one that feels like it does justice to the cinematic potential of the character. It’s bright, exciting, action-packed, and moving. Is it a bit too overstuffed? Maybe. Are there little threads here and there which could have used more elaboration, and feel like things which are never going to be followed up on? Yeah. But it keeps its eye on the prize, of a heroic figure whose enemy assails him in multiple ways, but who manages to retain his ideals and persevere against adversity.

Maybe the best thing about the film is that it doesn’t work under the weight of its predecessors. They keep some of the John Williams theme music – which, if you’re going to keep one thing, that’s it – and everything else feels more drawn from the comics than from earlier films. As with Spider-Man: Homecoming, I was very grateful that we didn’t have to sit through the origin story again.

David Corenswet is an excellent piece of casting in the lead role, projecting the right level of heroism while also exhibiting a wider range of emotion than previous actors. Viewers of the previous films will recall the many times earlier actors brooded or exhibited tightly-contained anger, but Corenswet has license to let loose here, partly because his Superman is not quite as powerful – relatively speaking – as others, but he also just seems like someone more given to feeling.

But honestly Nicholas Hoult is maybe even better casting, giving an absolutely psychopathic turn as Lex Luthor. He’s Elon Musk if Musk were an even remotely competent scientist. He does horrible things at both grand and small scales, and he sees Superman as a threat to humanity, and himself as its only savior.

Gunn of course directed the three Guardians of the Galaxy films in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, and he clearly has a pretty good idea of how to juggle putting together a universe. Rather than building it up from first pieces, as the MCU did, Gunn has opted to have a fully-formed world of superheroes, some of whom have been around for a long time, and even Superman has been active for three years. So he can pick and choose which characters he wants to use for his story.

The script and direction have a lot of Gunn hallmarks. His sense of humor is quirky and occasionally dumb (Mr. Terrific and Lois going to the former’s vehicle is one of the dumber gags in the film). He also likes having a big showy fight scene with lots of CGI and clever camera angles. in Guardians of the Galaxy vol 3 this was the “I’m done running” gauntlet scene, and here the scene goes to Mr. Terrific, keeping Superman’s action scenes more traditionally staged. He’s also really good at having one thing which seems like a small thing, but which is clearly there as a – very effective – hook to make a segment of potential audience want to see the film, whether it’s the soundtrack in the first Guardians, Baby Groot in the second, and here it’s Krypton the super-dog, who was all over the advertising campaign.

The story makes some interesting and largely successful choices in handling character and lore – your mileage may vary, of course. For long time comics fans it has a neat little puzzle about the identity of one of the henchmen. He also wisely shies away from some over-used tropes, such as avoiding a hero-vs-hero fight which could easily have been staged if the story had been handled differently.

Overall, I liked it a lot. It wears its heart and its comic book origins on its sleeve, and ultimately it does the most important thing that made the MCU work in the beginning: The characters feel like the comic book characters. They’re not exactly the same, but they feel like the real thing even if they’re a slightly different take. If Gunn and his crew don’t lose sight of that, the DCU ought to be a lot of fun.

Goodbye, Magic the Gathering

I haven’t played Magic the Gathering since last year, and I haven’t played my favorite form of Magic, booster draft, since December 2023, during Lost Caverns of Ixalan. This month, I’m admitting that I have left the game behind.

I got back into Magic in 2006 through an Ice Age draft my friend Subrata put together, and over the next few years I played a bunch of drafts starting with Time Spiral, as well as playing in a casual multiplayer constructed game (through which I made a couple of long-standing friends). By 2012 I had started listening to podcasts and wondered, “are there podcasts about Magic drafts?” Well, there was one, Limited Resources, which I’ve been listening to since Gatecrash. There are more now, and I’ve listened to a bunch of them over the years.

Honestly I credit Magic podcasts with helping me stay motivated to run, starting around 2015. These sorts of podcasts naturally tend to have energetic hosts who are generally engaging speakers, and the topics are meaty enough to keep my mind engaged and not thinking about how much running sucks.

I maintained a Windows partition on my Macs to play Magic Online, but I dropped it when Magic Arena came to the Mac. During COVID I played a lot of Arena, and got pretty good at draft, if I do say so myself. I even spent a bunch of time playing Standard, and really enjoyed some of the blue-red turns decks when Kaldheim was legal.

The last set I really enjoyed was Dominaria United, but frankly many of the sets in the last few years have had pretty crappy limited environments, being super-aggressive and really not offering a lot of variety or ability to pursue longer strategies. It was the sets of 2023 which really did me in, especially Wilds of Eldraine, which I drafted a bunch (because it came out when I happened to have a bunch of time to play), had a terrible record at, and just thought was incredibly un-fun to play. When Lost Caverns of Ixalan followed it and was also super-fast, I resolved not to play again until they had some sets which were considerably slower. And while that did eventually happen late last year, by that point I didn’t feel like getting back in. I’d moved on.

In addition, now they’re releasing 6 sets per year, 2 or more of them being “Universes Beyond” media tie-in sets, and I just don’t have a lot of enthusiasm for jumping back in when a set’s limited environment comes and goes in just 2 months. I’m sure these sets are going to sell very well (the Final Fantasy set has supposedly set sales records), but they’re not going to sell to me.

The destruction of the Magic Pro Tour and Grand Prix circuit in 2020 also had a small effect, as I’d enjoyed following the personalities and watching a bunch of the coverage of the events. The Pro Tour is largely back, but the Grand Prix are a thing of the past, and three Magicfest events per year is not really a sufficient replacement. It was easy, a decade ago, to get immersed in the larger world of Magic, even if only following it online, and that world mostly doesn’t exist anymore. (I think a lot of this is because Hasbro decided investment in that arm of Magic was not worth the money.)

So, I’m in the process of dropping the Magic podcasts I listened to, including support for them on Patreon. I think it’s a credit to how engaging the game can be, and how good these podcasts are, that I stuck with them for a year and a half without playing. Part of me is going to miss them, but I realize that the time I’m spending on them can be better used on other things.

What other things? Well, I’m going to try audiobooks, especially some longer ones which I might be reluctant to read in print, slow reader that I am. Especially since I realized (thanks to Debbi) that I can download them from the library through Hoopla and Libby. We’ll see if they manage to keep my attention as well as the podcasts. If not, I’ll probably try moving to other kinds of nonfiction podcasts.

So, Magic, it’s been fun – and expensive. I left once and came back, and it’s possible it could happen again. But for now this is goodbye. Maybe it was just time, but I do wonder if I’d have stayed in if they hadn’t printed so many sets in the last few years with limited environments that I just hated.

Now to figure out what to do with all those cards filling half a closet in the home office.

Memorial in Florida

Debbi and I are back from a trip to Florida for her father’s interment and memorial.

Her father Jerry was diagnosed with cancer back in 2013. She went back to help out him and her stepmother back then, which I vaguely mentioned at the time. Then in late 2015 we went out to visit them, expecting that it might well be the last time we saw him in person. And it was, but I don’t think anyone would expect he’d make it another nine years. While he was in assisted living for the second half of that span, it sounds like his quality of life was decent for most of it. He had a fair amount of memory loss, but seemed to remember the important things. He passed away earlier this winter.

Anyway, people have been offering condolences when I mention it, which is certainly nice, but I think both Debbi and I had come to recognize that this day was not far off, so while it was sad, it was far from a shock.

We flew Alaska Airlines on a Thursday from San Francisco to Orlando. We’d never flown Alaska before, and we bought first class tickets because for whatever reason they were not that much more expensive than the other options. So it was a pretty nice trip, even though we had to get up at 3:30 am to get up to SFO for a 7:15 am flight. (Traveling stressed me out generally, but packing up and leaving when it’s still dark out especially does. I am super-careful to do a nose count on the cats before heading out the door.)

We’ve had some dodgy times with flying in the last couple of years, but our flights this time went perfectly smoothly: On-time departures, early landings up by to 45 minutes each direction, and the meals were tasty. I even fell asleep before take-off on the flight out and woke up an hour later.

It’s a pretty long drive from Orlando to her parents’ place, so it was a long day for us. We rented a Chevrolet Malibu sedan, which was a perfectly cromulent car. Not something I’m jumping to want to buy myself, but it was easy to figure out, and had CarPlay.

Debbi reserved a house through Airbnb for us, her two sisters, and her two nieces and nephew. It was a really good experience! The host let everyone else get in a couple of hours early since they arrived well before us, and the place was spacious, clean, had a hot tub in back which others enjoyed, and a comfy couch. If anything, the only thing we’d have liked were more pillows.

(Yes, I know Airbnb is a problematic company as its co-founder is a shitty human being supporting Donald Trump and Elon Musk’s fascism. They did look at Vrbo but this place was more convenient and cheaper.)

The interment happened the next day at a VA cemetery, as Jerry had served in the Navy during Vietnam (and didn’t like to talk about it). They had a military salute (6 guns fired 3 times, if I counted correctly), and then we went back to the retirement community for a banquet gathering of family and friends. I got a meet a number of Debbi’s relatives (at least a couple of whom said “I recognize you from Facebook!”), including her one step-brother I hadn’t met – except that I actually had 20 years ago, but didn’t remember him, as it was very brief.

On Saturday we went back to hang out with everyone and take advantage of the pool, where several of us came away with sunburns of various degrees (mine was pretty mild, fortunately). In the evening I watched the season 2 finale of Severance, which I should write about sometime.

Some folks left on Saturday, and the rest of our household left early Sunday morning. Debbi and I had a little extra time to combobulate ourselves, and then we drove back to Orlando where we spent a couple of days at Walt Disney World.

We stayed at the Caribbean Beach Resort, where we had a room conveniently in short walking distance to the Skyliner, a fun and handy way to get to Hollywood Studios and EPCOT, the two parks we visited. We got to eat a bunch of food (some of which would have been 400% better had it been better heated), stand in a bunch of lines, and ride a bunch of rides. The current trend in Disney rides is rotating carriages, as Rise of the Resistance, Ratatouille and Guardians of the Galaxy all feature these vehicles. Guardians was as great as advertised, but maybe not great enough to be worth a 90-minute wait. We did get to do Star Tours twice as it had a short wait, and the second time was definitely worth it as I hadn’t seen the sky whale world before. (The Wookiee world was also pretty great.)

Tuesday we just spent the morning at Disney Springs before driving back to the airport and flying home. We were certainly glad for the early landing on the flight back as it meant we were in bed by around 11 pm (or, 2 am on the east coast).

So all things considered it was a good trip. Some closure for some people, I think. And good to see some people we otherwise wouldn’t see. A bit hectic to have such a trip pop up on fairly short notice, but these things happen when you get to this point in your life.

Fifty-Six

A day late posting this. I had a pretty quiet day yesterday. Decided not to take the day off from work and save the vacation day for the future.

I got to go to coffee with a long-time colleague whom I haven’t seen much in recent years, so that was nice. Catching up on the various things we’ve been up to.

January 2025 has been pretty tumultuous so far, what with Trump, Gaiman, David Lynch, Bob Uecker, the Los Angeles wildfires, the looming thread of the H5N1 bird flu, and so forth. Naturally we’re all concerned that it will get a lot worse once we (somehow) inaugurate the most racist President in over a century on Martin Luther King Day, who is also so ignorant and incompetent that he thinks foreign countries pay for tariffs America places on their imports.

The weather has been unseasonably warm. Usually we’re having some sub-freezing lows in January, but I don’t think we’ve gotten below 35°F. And we’re regularly having highs in the 60s. I’m glad we got all that rain in December or we might be dealing with something like LA is now.

Have I talked about running lately? I can’t recall. Back in fall 2023 I was having foot and knee problems and took a chunk of the fall off from running. I think it was because I didn’t have great sandals for everyday use, and it was cascading to impacting my running (and even my walking). Since buying some better sandals (because I really don’t want to wear sneakers all year long, although I bet the day is coming some years down the road) things have been much better. I’m at the point that I’m running a 5k three days a week, and have gotten my average mile down by almost a minute. So that’s been nice. I still have at least another minute to shave off to get to my fastest mile, and I might never get there again, but I’m not planning on winning any races.

Tomorrow we’re going off to our traditional birthday dinner for me, which I always enjoy, but nothing particularly special planned for the new year.

Onwards to another year!

RIP FJL

When I first moved here in 1999, one of the restaurants everyone loved was Frankie Johnny and Luigi Too! They were a traditional Italian restaurant which at the time had a few different locations, but their oldest and primary location was in a cute old building in Mountain View. They had three dining rooms plus the kitchen/counter/bar area. It felt cozy and was always busy. Parking was sometimes a challenge, but I went often enough that I knew a bunch of tricks.

I guess they’d been there since the 50s, serving pasta and pizza. In the time I’d gone there, they remodeled one of the dining rooms to have an expanded bar, but otherwise it stayed mostly the same. Back when I was playing ultimate frisbee, Subrata and I would sometimes go there afterwards since they were one of the few restaurants open later than 9 pm on a weeknight. Debbi and I went there at least once a month for dinner and drinks for years. We got to know their bartender reasonably well.

In late 2020 they closed to demolish their building and build a new one. (That article has a photo of their old building’s front.) The new building was completed and opened in 2024, rebranding as Giorgio’s, which name the owner was using at a couple of other locations.

And, as you can probably guess, it’s not the same.

Their new building is mostly a pair of memory care facilities, and the restaurant itself has maybe six indoor tables, a bar, and some outdoor tables (which are much less appealing in cold or rainy weather). They decided to focus on their take-out business, which the second article above says “that’s kind of what was happening at this location before we closed it”. (Obviously that was true in 2020, but before that we would often go for dinner and have a decent wait for a table.)

We’ve gone in person once, sitting outside during a pretty chilly, windy evening, and then last night we ordered take-out. The dine-in experience is definitely gone, and frankly the food is not as good. I understand they’re using the same menus, but there’s something off about it, the two main dishes I’ve had were just not as flavorful. And frankly I’m not really a big fan of pasta as a take-out dish (and their pizza is not really the kind I prefer). Maybe most sad to me, I’ve been pretty disappointed in their sausage bread appetizer since reopening.

When I picked up last night, their indoor tables were full, the bar had a couple of people, and the outdoors had several people. So apparently they’re doing decent sit-down business. But for me it has moved way down my list of local restaurants to patronize.

It really feels like the end of an era.

2024 was Certainly a Year

I haven’t been writing much here lately. So much so that I wonder what percentage of my posts lead off with some version of “I haven’t been writing much here lately”.

So my 2024, such as it was, has largely been chronicled on social media, mainly Mastodon and Bluesky.

We did a little more traveling in 2024. In addition to two trips back east to visit family, we also met with Debbi’s friend Andrew and his family in Newport Beach (which I did write about), and we went to Las Vegas in November to meet with some other friends. Vegas is one of those “every time we go it’s changed, yet it’s exactly the same” types of places. We hadn’t been in almost a decade, and I don’t think it’s quite our kind of place anymore, but nice to visit once in a while. Our friends Karen and Conrad also visited us over the summer, which was fun.

Otherwise it’s been mostly the same things: Work, books, comics, television (though less of this as time goes on), cats and dog. I’ve done some little upgrades around the house, such as replacing the ancient iMac, the dead blu-ray player, and the outdoor accent lights.

As far as books go, I think the best novel I read last year was The Tainted Cup, by Robert Jackson Bennett. It’s a Holmes-and-Watson style mystery in a clever and well-thought-out fantasy world. I felt like I was reading an absolute master at assembling the pieces of a complex story. I will probably go tackle his back catalog before too long, but the sequel comes out this spring so probably that one first.

The end of the year was kinda rough, of course, as the United States elected a convicted felon who is a bigoted narcissistic grifter as President, and elected his fellow bigots to control of both houses of Congress, never mind that six fellow bigots and fascists currently control the Supreme Court. Even if we optimistically assume that this doesn’t mark the end of America as a democratic state, it’s going to be a generation or more before the nation recovers from what they’re going to do, and likely many thousands – if not millions – of people will not survive it, both here and abroad. I’ll probably be dead before we get there, if we do.

So, here we go into 2025. The last year of the first quarter of the 21st century. I’ll probably make it to the end of the second quarter, but if the Republicans tear down Social Security and Medicare and continue their war on science, then that becomes less clear.

Not the cheeriest of conclusions, but I think what happiness we get for the foreseeable future will be on a much smaller scale than the national or global.

My Walkman

Being Generation X, I’ve owned music and video on a lot of media formats, and owned a lot of playback equipment. Sometimes I think of writing a post about my opinions on various media formats (spoiler: I loathe vinyl records and always have), but today I’m talking about the first Sony Walkman I ever owned.

I had to spend a while looking at images of various Walkman models – there were a lot of them! – to figure out which one I owned. Actually I owned multiple through the 80s and 90s, but the first one was the one I loved, a red WM-30. It’s actually redder than I remembered, I recall it being mostly silver with red trim. But it was almost 40 years ago, as the WM-30 came out in 1985. I imagine it was a Christmas or birthday gift, so I would have one it during junior and maybe senior years of high school.

The remarkable thing about it, to me as a high school student in the early-to-mid 1980s, was how small it was. I remember once comparing it to an audiocassette case, and as best I could tell it was exactly the same size, not counting the protrusions of the buttons. The electronics were mostly in a half-inch-thin strip at the top of the case (i.e., the side the door to insert the cassette opened from), including where you inserted the battery. The case itself expanded about half an inch downwards to accommodate the cassette, which was a pretty cool design. It sounds a bit janky, but I don’t recall ever having a problem with the door opening unintentionally and the cassette flying out. It seemed like an engineering marvel at the time, and in hindsight, for its time, it still seems like it today.

It could play audiocassettes, of course, and also FM radio. (I don’t remember about AM.) I think it was my first player with headphones that weren’t over- or on-ear, but they weren’t quite in-ear as we think about it today. But maybe close enough. Of course I hadn’t owned a player before this one, so I had no standard to measure it against.

Here’s a video showing it in action, including several of the characteristics I describe.

It felt very futuristic at the time, and I brought it to school most days so my friends and I could share listening to tapes.

This little recollection has a sad end, though: One day I left it in my bag in a locker during gym class, and someone came in and broke into all the lockers and stole my beloved Walkman. Never to be seen (by me) again.

I bought a new Walkman pretty quickly, but it was a bulkier model, over twice as thick as the WM-30, and also simple black. I think it had padded on-ear headphones, and the pads were kind of fragile. I think I owned it into college, and then replaced it at some point – maybe with other brands – and later moving on to a Discman (what a disappointment those were), and then, of course, iPods and iPhones as MP3 replaced physical music media.

But I’m still kinda sad about losing that Walkman.

(This post was inspired by this episode of the podcast The Memory Palace.)

Photo of a Sony Walkman WM-30 in red.

Newport Beach

We’re back from a short trip down to Newport Beach – a little south of Los Angeles – to visit with some friends of Debbi’s who were visiting from the east coast.

Andrew is a college friend of Debbi’s, and he and his wife Mary had gotten a time share by the coast for spring break, but the plans of people they’d expected to spend it with had gotten upset, so they asked if we’d like to come down for a few days to hang out. So after dropping the doggo off at his “vacation resort” (a.k.a. his former foster family) on Tuesday, we flew down to Orange County on Wednesday. Our flight went smoothly and Andrew picked us up in his rented Tesla.

It was a pretty relaxed trip, with us spending a bunch of time around the room talking, and making a couple of trips to the pool and hot tub. Our main outing was to Crystal Cove State Park by shuttle. Although it was a little chilly that day, it’s a picturesque beach with a number of scenic coastal cottages. We had brunch at The Beachcomber, and boy was it yummy. The French toast looked a little too sweet for me, but the coconut macadamia pancakes were great. I guess I wouldn’t usually expect a lot from a restaurant in a state park, but this was definitely worth it. (Many of the other dishes we saw go by looked great, too.)

Okay, it was a pretty food-oriented trip. We had dinner one night at Foretti’s, a pretty good Italian place, and the other at Ruby’s Diner in Laguna Beach.

But mostly it was a chance for Debbi to catch up with Andrew and Mary. I hadn’t seen Andrew since we met up at the Franklin Institute when we visited Philadelphia in 2001 for my sister’s wedding. Debbi had seen him once since then, but she hadn’t seen Mary since before then. That’s a long time! Lots of things that have happened to all of us in that span.

The only downside for me is that I’ve been struggling with a muscle knot in my back which I think is impinging on a nerve, which has left me in moderate pain on and off for a week or so. It’s happened before so I expect it will go away, but it’s something I’ll bring up at my next doctor visit.

We flew back on Friday, landing at the end of a big rain storm, and forgetting where we’d parked (we only had to circle the parking garage floor once, at least). We had a quiet evening last night, had breakfast at the Pancake House this morning, and then picked up Domino. It sounds like he spent almost the whole time playing with our friends’ current foster puppy, which is great. And he was pooped and has been sleeping most of the day.

Even though we didn’t spend a lot of time sightseeing, it felt like a pretty packed trip. I guess when you spend nine hours traveling in three days – what with getting to and from the airport with perhaps more lead time than is necessary – it’s gonna feel that way.

But it was a good trip. Even if it’s a little weird to fly to Orange County and not go to Disneyland!

Crystal Cove cottages. The Beachcomber restaurant is behind the light blue house.
Crystal Cove beach

The Warmest Winter

Woo, a month and a half since my last post here! I’ve been slacking!

It’s been pretty quiet here, really. As you may have heard, this has been the warmest winter on record in the United States, and we’ve noticed this here in NorCal. Since Halloween the lowest overnight low in San Jose, CA was 37°F (Nov 25, Dec 10, Jan 8, Jan 12), and we’ve had a number of days with highs in the low 70s, which has resulted in me wearing shorts in February and March!

By contrast, let’s just pick 10 years ago, the 2013-14 winter. Most of December had lows under 40°F, with many mornings under 37° and an overall lowest-low of 27‡F on Dec 9. January had 2 weeks of warm highs around 70°, but lows still below 40°. Things warmed up in February and March.

The warming global climate has resulted in warmer temperatures overall, and extreme heat in some places, but it’s the unpredictable weather which is a bigger problem. From forest fires to drought to storms. On Feb 4 we had a big storm which knocked out our power for 15 hours, and for hundreds of thousands of people around the Bay Area as well. We’ve had big wind storms several times in the last few years, two of which have blown over sections of our fences. (Next time maybe I’ll spring for treated wood when we get the posts replaced.) Having 3 sections of fence go down with a dog who spends much of his time in the yard is a bit of an issue.

We did learn in the previous power outage that using our laptops to charge our phones makes power outages more bearable.

During the power outage, I was about a third of the way through Annalee Newitz’s novel The Terraformers (which is excellent, by the way) when I realized that it was missing about 30 pages between the end of part 1 and the beginning of part 2. Fortunately I had bought it from out local Books Inc., so I checked that they had power – which they did – and went down and exchanged it for a complete copy.

We’ve been lucky that we’ve been getting a fair bit of rain during this warm winter. Warm air does hold more water, so it’s probably up to the air currents and the jet stream whether we get doused or drought in any given year. I don’t think there have been many catastrophic incidents from the storms this year, although I think the coast has gotten socked a couple of times. But here in the valley it’s been just watering the plants, I think.

Meanwhile my sister drove up to Boston to visit our father for his birthday, and ended up heading home early ahead of a predicted huge storm – which ended up being a big nothing. From over a foot predicted to maybe a few inches. Not long after, storms took out a protective artificial sand dune on the north coast of Massachusetts. (I’d bet a fair bit of money that they went with a sand done and not something more durable because the coastal commission for the town wouldn’t let them do more due to the environmental impact.)

Anyway. No doubt things are just going to be a roller coaster ride from here on out. Has the polar vortex socked the Midwest and Texas yet this year, or is that on tap for next winter?

Amidst all this, I hit my 25 year anniversary both of living in California and of working at Apple. I can’t say it feels like yesterday that I started, but time does seem to be whizzing by lately.

Oh, and the San Francisco 49ers lost the Super Bowl. But we did watch the new BayFC women’s pro soccer team win their inaugural game on Saturday. (Mainly I think soccer broadcasting could do a lot more than it does to help viewers learn the names of and identify with the players. I think I know exactly 3 BayFC players after that game.)

So that’s the roundup from here. Heading into spring I have more house chores to take care of, in particular having someone come in to fix up issues with our lawn sprinkler system. (Yeah yeah, I could probably do it myself, but I don’t wanna.)

Steven Brust: Vlad the Wanderer

A little over a year ago I reviewed the first arc of Steven Brust’s Vlad Taltos series. A year later, here I am to review the second arc. I don’t know that Brust thinks of this series in arcs like this, much less these specific sets of books as the arcs, but the last book of each of these two sets felt like pretty resounding “we’ve wrapped up this chunk of the story and now we’re moving on to something else” points to me. But, your mileage may vary.

As with last time, I’ll try to keep this spoiler-light. But as we get deeper into the series, it becomes difficult not to spoil some moments from earlier in the series. And in particular I’m going to spoil some of the end of the last arc because I can’t really discuss this arc without it.

The Phoenix Guards, MMPB, Tor, © 1991, ISBN 0-812 50689-8

Cover of The Phoenix Guards, by Steven Brust

This book is the first of a set of five called the Khaavren Romances, and while technically not part of the Vlad Taltos series, they are part of the overall Dragaera series, and they fit in pretty well when reading the books in publication order.

These five are named after their nominal protagonist, Khaavren, a Tiassa who in this book is a young man who sets off for Dragaera City to join the Emperor’s Phoenix Guards. They are written by a fictional Dragaeran novelist, Paarfi of Roundwood, who lives in the “present day” (i.e., is contemporary with Vlad Taltos), assembles his histories through diligent research, then writes them as dramatic adventures. But this story takes place a thousand years or more before the Vlad novels.

These books are also heavily influenced by Alexandre Dumas’ D’Artagnan Romances (or so I’m told, as I haven’t read those), and their titles are based on the ones in that series.

All that said, The Phoenix Guards is, along with Brokedown Palace, my least favorite book that I’ve read in the series, which was extra-frustrating given its length.

The book is more than twice as long as the individual Vlad novels, and it’s written in a very elliptical style, sometimes taking half a page or more to get from “let’s start this piece of dialogue” to “actually getting to the point of the dialogue”. And there’s little variation in this approach, with a heavy dose of courtesy and deference and particular turns of phrase. After a couple hundred pages of this I learned to actually skip that half a page to get to the point and it made the reading experience much more enjoyable. After talking to other people who read this book, it seems like you either like this sort of thing or you don’t, and I did not.

I found the story itself to be pretty thin: Khaavren meets three comrades on his journey and they all join the Guard. Then they end up setting out to capture a woman wanted for murder. Along the way they pick up a couple more companions, “have many adventures”, learn that one of their companions wants the wanted woman’s blood, get involved in a standoff that could lead to war, and then manage to clear everything up. This sounds like a lot, but most of it is “have many adventures”. It’s an episodic novel which chugs along at a fairly even pace, albeit for far too long for my tastes.

The best part the interplay between Khaavren and his friends. But Khaavren is the only one who’s really vividly drawn; his three friends are more archetypes than fully rounded characters. The fourth of them, Pel, joins up in a manner that made me think for the whole rest of the book that he was actually aligned with the villains and was going to betray the rest at some point.

There are some interesting parallels between this one and Brokedown Palace in that they both involve encounters between the Dragaeran Empire and Easterners, but since they’re my two least favorite books in the series to date, I’m not motivated to go back and see if there’s more meaning to be found in them.

Many people love The Phoenix Guards, and my impression is that it was a major factor in putting Brust on the map as one of the great contemporary fantasy authors (I remember seeing it all over the place in the mid-90s when going to conventions), so feel free to take my opinion with a grain of salt.

Athyra, MMPB, Ace, © 1993, ISBN 0-441-03342-3

Cover of Athyra, by Steven Brust

When we left Vlad at the end of Phoenix, he had broken up with his wife, left all his property to her and to his friends, and was on the run from his former House, the Jhereg, who were seeking revenge against him. After two years of wandering – with only his Jhereg familiar Loiosh and Loiosh’s mate Rocza – he rolls up at the very rural village of Smallcliff, where he meets Savn, a young man apprenticed to the local physicker. Vlad happens to show up at the same time as the death of a former servant of the local Baron.

In contrast to the earlier books, this one is narrated by Savn, giving us a very different perspective on Vlad. It’s also a small and intimate story in which Savn has a bit of hero worship, learns some sorcery and witchcraft from Vlad, and helps him in the job that Vlad decides he has to do in the area. The second half of the book has some of the most brutal scenes of the series to date, and many of the characters are put through the wringer before we reach the end.

It’s a pretty good book, but its grim tone and the replacement of Vlad’s sardonic voice with Savn’s inexperienced and earnest one makes it less enjoyable overall. I see what Brust was going for here, and maybe having Vlad narrate this particular story wouldn’t have given it the punch it has. But hoo boy, it is a rough trip at times.

This is also one of those books where I wonder about naming the books after the Great Houses, as the connection to the house of Athyra seems pretty tenuous. Based on this description of the house, and the sometimes-stated principle that Vlad adopts characteristics of the house in the book of that title, I can see it, but it’s the sort of thing that would be more effective if made more clear in the novel’s text.

Five Hundred Years After, MMPB, Tor, © 1994, ISBN 0-812-51522-6

Cover of Five Hundred Years After, by Steven Brust

The sequel to The Phoenix Guards, this book takes us back to the adventures of Khaavren and company, many years (I’ll let you guess how many) after their previous ones. Khaavren is now the head of the guards, while his friends have their own careers.

Khaavren uncovers a conspiracy to sow discord in the empire, which is already in shaky condition thanks to the incompetence of the current Emperor. While there is also an element of “they had many adventures” to this story, there’s also a growing sense of dread as the shadowy plan is slowly executed, which builds towards insurrection and then one of the seminal events of the modern Empire. As such, it feels like a much more meaningful and relevant book than The Phoenix Guards, that book now seeming to me like a light preface to this one. The banter among the friends is less present and much missed (two of those friends don’t feature much in the book), but the plot more than makes up for it. Also, thankfully, the elliptical writing style of the first book is greatly toned down. (It still feels like it could have been a hundred or more pages shorter.)

All that said, this book is important reading for what comes later in the series, as it provides important historical context, and even insight into one of the major supporting characters (as Dragaerans are very long-lived).

Orca, MMPB, Ace, © 1996, ISBN 0-441-00196-3

Cover of Orca, by Steven Brust

We return to Vlad after another year or so where he’s continued to wander around, this time not just to avoid the Jhereg, but also to discharge a deep obligation he owes someone. He finds a person who can help him with that, but in order to do so he has to solve the riddle of why a local businessman was killed. This gets him wrapped up in a plot by the Orca, who are a sort of combination of the local mob and aggregation of street gangs. Vlad recruits his friend Kiera the Thief to help him out, and the narration alternates between the two of them (with a few notable interludes). They find the plot is much farther-reaching than they’d dreamed, and Vlad has to do some clever sleuthing and fast thinking to resolve things.

It’s a pretty enjoyable adventure, especially if you enjoy the sleuthing, which is sort of the Dragaeran equivalent of hard-boiled detective investigations. But there are a couple of significant revelations at the end of the book. One of them is perhaps not so surprising (and arguably a bit cliché), but the other shines a very different light on the relationship between Vlad and one of his friends, which seems likely to have some real influence on how things play out in the future.

Dragon, MMPB, Tor, © 1998, ISBN 0-812-58916-5

Cover of Dragon, by Steven Brust

Dragon is another flashback novel, this time to not long after the events of Taltos. Vlad’s ally Morrolan – who by the end of this novel will invite Vlad to head up his castle’s security, thus establishing the status quo of Jhereg – hires Vlad to guard a cache of weapons left behind by a recently deceased Dragon lord. Another Dragon lord steals one of these weapons, leading Morrolan, who is also – you guessed it – a Dragon – to declare war. Vlad enlists (!) in Morrolan’s army, largely because the other lord has given Vlad a personal reason to want to be involved. Morrolan hires the formidable Sethra Lavode – a long-lived and maybe undead sorcerer who’s cast a long shadow over the series but is about to become a lot more significant – as his general. Vlad spends most of the war (1) hating warfare, and (2) figuring out how to get close to the other lord.

Dragons are a major house in the series, partly because Morrolan is one, and partly because they’re going to be the next house to rule the Empire once the Phoenix dynasty ends. They’re almost kind of comical to this point (an evaluation which would no doubt get me run through if I ever met one of them), as hard-headed, combat-ready fighters who are quick to offense. Dragon gives us a lot of exposure to and some insight into Dragons, but doesn’t move the needle a lot regarding their character.

This volume also establishes some important pieces of Vlad’s backstory, and the return of Vlad’s narrative voice is very welcome, even if some chunks of the book seem like “a lot of running around”. But this is merely the calm before…

Issola, MMPB, Tor, © 2001, ISBN 0-812-58917-3

Cover of Issola, by Steven Brust

…the storm, which arrives when the Jenoine, the near-god-like beings who predates human presence on the planet, capture Morrolan and Aliera. Morrolan’s aide Lady Teldra (the Issola of the title) tracks Vlad down and recruits him to help, taking him to Sethra Lavode, who manages to transport him to where the captives are being held.

And then things get really interesting.

There’s an undercurrent of the Dragaeran novels in which they could be seen as either science fiction or fantasy. While there’s really no science fictional explanation for the kind of magic we see in the books (other than Clarke’s Third Law, though the way the magic is depicted doesn’t suggest that’s in play), this book is the strongest case for science fiction that we’ve yet seen, as it involves multiple planets (probably), and the origins of Easterner and Dragaeran humans (probably exactly what you’re thinking, if you’ve read the series this far). On the other hand, it also concerns gods, primordial goo, souls, and, well, magic. Vlad is playing maybe the highest-stakes game of his life, supported by some of the most powerful beings he’s ever known, and it’s an incredibly tense story, albeit with an unusual amount of exposition in it. (Though she’s maybe the greatest general in Dragaeran history, whenever Sethra shows up we can expect a bunch of exposition.)

Plus it has some of the best Vlad/Loiosh interplay of the series. Lady Teldra is a nice, even-tempered counterbalance to Vlad’s ball of energy and anxiety, and one of the few people who gives Vlad straight answers when she can. (On that note, it’s also nice to see Vlad pop off at Morrolan and Sethra in this book, something every smarter-than-thou Dragaeran deserves to be on the receiving end of once in a while.) This is easily the best book of the arc, and one of the best of the series. Kudos to Brust for making Lady Teldra such a strong and engaging character in a single book, when she’s competing for space with Vlad and three of the other major supporting characters.

Overall, this arc feels like Brust was assembling key story pieces on top of the basic set-up from the first arc, leading to a big payoff in Issola, but also setting things up so that we can really go almost anywhere after this, presumably with even more serious repercussions.

But first I know we’re next going back to the last three of the Khaavren Romances, which look like they’ll fill in even more of Dragaera’s history. So it will be another 1,200+ pages before I find out where Vlad goes from here.