Even Favorite Authors Can Write Too Much

I’m a big fan of David Weber’s work, both his series (Honor Harrington, Empire of Man) and his standalone stories.

I also really enjoy his Safehold books, about a human colony struggling to recover after being set up in scientific and technological stasis by its founders. They wanted to ensure the colony, the last remaining human settlement in the galaxy, wouldn’t be exterminated by an alien species that had wiped out everyone else. The books follow the work of a warrior android, set up by a faction among the original starship’s crew who objected to the cultural stasis, who is brought back to life almost a thousand years after the initial settlement.

It’s a great yarn, spanning quite a few books…but those books are getting amazingly, groaningly long. The latest, Hell’s Foundations Quiver, clocks in at 679 pages (plus a hundred pages listing all the major and recurring characters in the books)! I tend to buy books by favorite authors as hardcovers, for my library. But these massive tomes have almost forced me to switch Weber to eBooks just to keep my wrists from being injured.

Worse yet, while there’s plenty of plot development and action in each of the novels, it’s what’d suffice for, say, 300 pages. When spread over more than twice as many words there are pages and pages of exposition and embellishment and recounting of internal musings galore. So much gubbage that I lose track of where I am, who’s speaking, why they’re important, and how they fit into the developing story.

As a result I’ve done something I’ve never done with novels: I’m skimming them. I really want to see how the story evolves, and maybe even ends someday, but it turns out you don’t miss much by just skipping over most of the verbiage. It feels wrong to do it, but at least I’m preserving my sanity.

I suspect this is all because Weber is immensely popular…and hence immensely profitable for his publisher(s). I’ve noticed before that tends to make books get longer. Editors know that if they push too hard for cuts, their company will be cut out of the gravy train. I first noticed this effect years ago with Tom Clancy.

But it’s sad. Weber’s a hell of a novelist. But his books need to shed some pounds, literally, and go back to the fast-paced work on which he made his name.

Masonry Foundations

Today I went to a 150th anniversary celebration for the local Masonic lodge. While San Carlos, where the lodge resides, hasn’t been around that long, the lodge itself traces back to one which was founded in San Mateo in 1863, moved to Redwood City sometime around the early 1900s and then merged with the San Carlos lodge.

It was a very interesting experience, as I hadn’t known anything about the Masons. Except that they figure in a large number of conspiracy theories, I suspect because they don’t share the details of their beliefs with outsiders.

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Chet and Bernie

Mysteries told from the perspective of a detective’s dog. Sounds weird, but it not only works, the stories are fun to read. That’s the Chet and Bernie series, authored by Spencer Quinn.

Quinn has a knack for getting inside the head of Chet, the canine component of the detective team. Sure, this requires a certain suspension of disbelief, and there are anomalies aplenty. But if you’ve ever spent time with a dog you’ll immediately recognize the “reality” behind Chet’s internal monolog, and laugh your derriere off to boot. Even the continuity lapses — Chet, like any other dog, is easily distracted by food, smells, and other dogs — make sense. And the way he wanders into certain situations (“I really don’t like this guy. Wait, how’d I get over here with my teeth in his pant leg?”) does, too.

Granted, you won’t find social commentary or deeply convoluted plots here. But for a rollicking good time, give Chet and Bernie a try!

The Zeroes

Ah, the zeroes! While it’s admittedly a little early to look back on the first decade of the 21st century – it only ended a couple of months ago – it merits some reflection given all the stuff that happened, particularly on Wall Street. Which is where Randall Lane’s The Zeroes comes in – it’s a “tell all” book about the Masters of the Universe and how their shenanigans and excesses brought us all to the brink of Great Depression II.

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I just finished reading a new book by Laura Hillenbrand, the author of Seabiscuit. It’s called Unbroken, and it’s about the life and times of someone who was once quite famous but I had never heard of.

His name is Louis Zamperini, and he was an Olympic-class track star who likely would have been the man to have broken the four minute mile in the 1940 Olympics, which were not held due to the outbreak of World War II. Which war then took Louis into its embrace, setting him adrift across the Pacific in a liferaft no larger than our little inflatable vacation boat with two other downed airmen, before consigning him to the tender mercies of Imperial Japan’s POW system.

Yet for all that — and there’s much more all in the that — it’s an uplifting story. I highly recommend it.

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Like Sand through an Hourglass…

Years ago I had the pleasure of working with a wonderfully good-humored, droll, witty Brit geologist named Michael Welland. He ran the strategic planning group of Atlantic Richfield’s international division while I was in charge of the financial planning and budgeting team. We came from very different backgrounds, but hit it off, and enjoyed many a good time together. Then, as all too often happens, corporate changes caused us to part company, with Michael going back to Indonesia to work for another oil & gas firm while I moved on to software and later biotech.

But we never quite lost all contact. And, fortunately, the internet managed to grow up just when we needed an easy way to find each other and stay in touch (thanks, Google :)).

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