Steven Brust’s “Tsalmoth”
Swords, sorcery and swooning romance, in a series that is tantalyzingly close to completion.
I’m coming to the HowTheLightGetsIn festival in HAY-ON-WYE with my novel Red Team Blues:
- Tomorrow (May 28), 1130AM: The AI Enigma
- Monday (May 29), 12PM: Danger and Desire at the Frontier
I’m at OXFORD’s Blackwell’s on Monday (May 29) at 7:30PM with Tim Harford.
Then it’s Nottingham, Manchester, London, Edinburgh, and Berlin!
They say “the Golden Age of science fiction is 12” — that is, the thing that makes “the good old stuff” so good is its suitability for preteens, and rereading that stuff as an adult (much less continuing to read it in adulthood) is a childish regression.
It’s not true.
Or at least, it’s not always true. Sometimes, the reason a novel sucks us in at 12 is that it is amazing, and, moreover, full of layers that make the book get better with re-readings, as new layers are revealed by our own maturity.
Let me tell you about one of those books. Actually, not just one of those books: sixteen of them, with three more to come.
I’m speaking, of course, of Steven Brust’s Vlad Taltos novels, which started with…
