Other people read me too...

Here's a review I hadn't seen, for 'River of the World' - not the unstinting praise that I prefer, but hey. It says "Issel ... is an unsatisfying protagonist because he is in constant pain and doubt throughout the book, and is always on the edge of collapse" - which is of course exactly why he is the protagonist, because pain and self-doubt are interesting. To me, at least. Hey-ho.

And if I didn't link to it before, here's the Publishers' Weekly review, which notes that this is a sequel and provides minimal backstory; which is true, and I think perhaps I should point it out to the person who got two chapters in and complained that they didn't know what the fuck was going on. Which as they hadn't read 'Bridge of Dreams' is not exactly a surprise. Sigh...

(And if anybody in the States or Canada can access the full review here, or indeed the other one here, which I can't, I'd be deeply grateful to see it...)

In other news: the cats are in disgrace, charged with wilful chillicide (not that they've noticed; Mac is frisking cheerfully in my lap as I type, damn his purry little wicked soul); and the theatre yesterday was just extraordinary, and I ought to blog about that in detail but I don't think I'm capable (but if you get a chance to see this current production of Tony Kushner's 'Angels in America', just go); and I was so going to have a day off today, only I had this little piece to write, and sometimes it's just hard to stop, y'know? So I did that. And then I built a bookcase. Oh, and I went up the hill to visit m'friends John & Michelle and pick up another box of Phantoms at the Phil, because I have outstanding orders, and they nearly seduced me into putting my name on the waiting-list for an allotment in their patch, only I already decided this week that I'm just going to make more new beds in my back yard and settle for what I've got. I don't eat that many vegetables anyway, y'know...?