If it’s Wednesday, it must be time for some whining, puling excuses about why my Blog Gate post of the week is late. Only this time it’s actually early. (I was avoiding other work, naturally.) It’s just some incoherent thoughts about a fantasy epic which, in some ways, is too brilliant to cohere.
-
Archives
- September 2024
- July 2024
- June 2024
- May 2024
- January 2024
- November 2023
- October 2023
- September 2023
- August 2023
- July 2023
- June 2023
- May 2023
- April 2023
- March 2023
- February 2023
- January 2023
- December 2022
- November 2022
- September 2016
- March 2015
- October 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- March 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
- June 2009
- May 2009
- April 2009
- March 2009
- February 2009
- January 2009
- December 2008
- November 2008
- October 2008
- September 2008
- August 2008
- July 2008
- June 2008
- May 2008
- April 2008
- March 2008
- February 2008
- January 2008
- December 2007
- November 2007
- October 2007
- September 2007
- August 2007
- July 2007
- June 2007
- May 2007
- April 2007
- March 2007
- February 2007
- January 2007
- December 2006
- November 2006
-
Meta
I also encountered Elric in the Daw editions and, like you, was left somewhat baffled by the hue and cry. Genius alongside dreary dullness, the parts definitely greater than the whole.
Chronologists always mess things up.
From now on I follow Edelman’s Law: read a series in publication order. Except I kind of like reading Conan in biographical, not publication, order. And some of the better Flandry novels are the “young Flandry” books Anderson wrote in the 60s to fill in the backstory. So maybe the rule is there is no rule… except that “Chronologists always mess things up.”
It must have been the DAW editions I tried, back in the day. I remember getting about ten pages into my one attempt at reading Moorcock, and for reasons I don’t now remember, I bounced off the surface of the story like a bird off a glass skyscraper. This, I said to myself, is not my book, and I am not its reader.
Maybe it’s time to try again.
Well, the stories may not be for everyone. They’re pulp adventure written at very high speeds. (Moorcock at the time was reportedly able to knock off a 60K novel in a long weekend.) But I do think this is the best edition to read them in, without the excessive explanations and prologues and afterthoughts and crossovers in the DAW text.
I encountered Elric first in what I want to call Ace editions, from a used bookstore in Madison that was a front for porn (but I didn’t realize that until much later when somebody told me). I don’t know if they were Aces or not though, and I don’t have them any longer.
You chose excellent details for illustration.
So what is a wineglass woman?
Love, C.
Thanks!
Not sure what a wineglass woman would be like–it might depend if she’s a champagne flute or a red wine glass or whatever.
I’d say a tall, slender woman who can hold her liquor but shatters easily.
This is starting to sound like a song-lyric–“Wineglass Woman Blues”.