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I went to pay the phone bill, and afterwards, I stopped in Waldenbooks to browse. As luck would have it, I found Nevermore, the SPN tie-in by Keith R.A. DeCandido, who will also be writing the next CSI:NY novel. All I can say is: Oh, thank God.
His style is simple and a bit blocky, but there are no intrusive tense shifts, his characterization is consistent with established canon, he clearly loves New York, the city of his birth and where he still resides, and oh, holy God, he-he checks his facts. Those who've suffered through the first two NY books know that this is a quantum improvement over slipshod Kaminsky, who pulls character histories and facts out of his ass(Flack being forty; Flack's first partner being a Gary Stu named Noel Weiss instead of the canonically established Gavin Moran. Oh, and the mysteriously migrating chest wound that exposed Flack's heart). Oh, how I wish I were making that up.
He's not perfect. His love for New York intrudes on credulity at times. At one point in the SPN book, Sam succumbs to a hilariously romanticized internal monologue about the bucolic harmony and ethnic diversity of The Bronx. Sam is introverted and prone to emo episodes, I'll grant you, but oh, Lord, I can't see him rhapsodizing about the Bronx while searching for a parking place. Still, what is a liability in an SPN book will likely prove an asset in a series based in and focused on the lives and messy deaths of people in New York City, and I'm actually looking forward to the next book release.
I noticed that DeCandido was schmoozing with the fans on Talk. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, it's excellent that he's a fan and willing to interact, but on the other, it reeks of trawling for ass-kissing. I haven't looked since I noticed him there, but he strolled in, announced he was writing the next book, and dropped his trou and presented his ass for its due reward. And the gum-chewing dolts that have overrun the forums have obliged. I'm glad that the actors grant chats and interviews because they are the public face of the show, but the writers and producers of the show's content should remove themselves from public interaction. Fan pandering and courting the pencil-chewing sofa spuds who work the remote with the one hand and their clits with the other are what have sent the show into the toilet, and I'm afraid of the ideas they might get if they set up shop there.
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His style is simple and a bit blocky, but there are no intrusive tense shifts, his characterization is consistent with established canon, he clearly loves New York, the city of his birth and where he still resides, and oh, holy God, he-he checks his facts. Those who've suffered through the first two NY books know that this is a quantum improvement over slipshod Kaminsky, who pulls character histories and facts out of his ass(Flack being forty; Flack's first partner being a Gary Stu named Noel Weiss instead of the canonically established Gavin Moran. Oh, and the mysteriously migrating chest wound that exposed Flack's heart). Oh, how I wish I were making that up.
He's not perfect. His love for New York intrudes on credulity at times. At one point in the SPN book, Sam succumbs to a hilariously romanticized internal monologue about the bucolic harmony and ethnic diversity of The Bronx. Sam is introverted and prone to emo episodes, I'll grant you, but oh, Lord, I can't see him rhapsodizing about the Bronx while searching for a parking place. Still, what is a liability in an SPN book will likely prove an asset in a series based in and focused on the lives and messy deaths of people in New York City, and I'm actually looking forward to the next book release.
I noticed that DeCandido was schmoozing with the fans on Talk. I'm not sure how I feel about that. On the one hand, it's excellent that he's a fan and willing to interact, but on the other, it reeks of trawling for ass-kissing. I haven't looked since I noticed him there, but he strolled in, announced he was writing the next book, and dropped his trou and presented his ass for its due reward. And the gum-chewing dolts that have overrun the forums have obliged. I'm glad that the actors grant chats and interviews because they are the public face of the show, but the writers and producers of the show's content should remove themselves from public interaction. Fan pandering and courting the pencil-chewing sofa spuds who work the remote with the one hand and their clits with the other are what have sent the show into the toilet, and I'm afraid of the ideas they might get if they set up shop there.
If you don't think I have cause to worry, then read
faylinn_drake's latest post, wherein she showcases suggestions for storylines as put forth by one Dubble Bubble-brained scriptmonkey-in-training. Read them and weep.
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