Khadaji’s Whatcha Reading Thread - August 2022 edition

Beyond the Gates of Dream by Lin Carter from 1972. I picked this up at a used book sale because it looked like a quick read.

I first ran across Lin Carter around 1970 as a co-author and co-editor, with L. Sprague de Camp, of the Conan series being published by Lancer books. This was, I think, most people’s intro to Robert E, Howard’s barbarian hero. Today, lots of folks really dislike de Camp’s tinkering with Howard’s work and clamping down on any other publication of Howard’s works. Some of that spilled over onto carter. I have to admit that now that I’ve read Howard’s unadulterated versions of the King Kull stories, I don’t think that Carter’s “editing” (which frequently amounted to outright rewriting) was really called for, and didn’t improve things (Lin Carter’s is the only editorial hand in the Lancer King Kull collection).

I’m not a huge fan of the by-Carter-only books I’ve read. I do respect him for editing the Ballantine Adult Fantasy series, which brought back into the limelight a lot of forgotten fantasy (like Cutcliffe-Hyne’s The Lost Continent and the works of Clark Ashton Smith), as well as introducing new writers.

The book is a real mishmash of styles and genres, beginning with Carter’s first published work (in collaboration with Randall Garrett) Masters of the Metropolis, which is a hilarious send-up of early science fiction, especially Hugo Gernsback’s Ralph 124C41+.

This is followed by a far-future SF story and a fantasy that were meh, and Carter’s first posthumous “collaboration” with Robert E. Howard, the Conan story The Hand of Nergal, which I haven’t re-read in ages. It’s okay, but it looks less like Howard now than it did to me when I first encountered it.

The next piece was a humorous SF story, Harvey Hodges, Veebelfetzer, in which the outlandish aliens all speak in different Terran ethnic dialects. the 1969 story reads as if it owes a lot to Robert Sheckley’s 1953 story Potential, only with the FTL drive psychic capability called “Veebelfetzer” instead of Sheckley’s “Pusher”.

Two more stories round out the collection.

Actually, the most interesting parts of the books are the semi=-autobiographical interludes ostensibly introducing the stories. A good quick read.

On the advice of an ex-sailor who I talked to about getting background on submarines, I picked up a copy of Whale’s Tails by Bruce J. Schick, an ex-submarine captain. It’s a slim collection of stories about Life on a Diesel Sub, and is delightfully unexpurgated. I just started this one.

On audio, I finished Stephen King and Richard Chizmar’s Gwendy’s Button Box, which wasn’t at all what I’d expected from the title. Maybe I should have. As I’ve remarked before, King is being more honest and upfront about where he’s stealing his inspiration from these days (in Elevation his hero is Scott Carey, which will be a big red flag to anyone who’s familiar with Richard Matheson’s novella and screenplay for The Incredible Shrinking Man). In this case, King went back to Matheson, because his story has a lot in common with Matheson’s 1970 story Button, Button, which was made into a Twilight Zone episode of the same name (in the 1985-6 reboot) and into the 2009 film The Box. See what he did there? (In the film, Frank Langella’s character even wears the same black hat that the parallel character does in Gwendy) An interesting and well-done read. very different from Matheson’s story, even if it does take inspiration from there.

Now I’m listening to Agatha Christie’s Cat among the Pigeons

Finally finished. It was…okay. The story line was fine, but a lot of plot twists were left unanswered. Especially the ending, which was totally unsatisfactory. I would not recommend.

I’ve put a hold on this book in my Libby library.

And I just checked out The Lincoln Highway by the same author.

Finished The Corner That Held Them, by Sylvia Townsend Warner, which was okay.

Now I’m reading Medic! How I Fought World War II with Morphine, Sulfa, and Iodine Swabs, by Robert “Doc Joe” Franklin.

I gave up on that after 50 pages, too. Never grabbed me. I thought A Gentleman in Moscow was much, much better.

Medic! How I Fought World War II with Morphine, Sulfa, and Iodine Swabs, by Robert “Doc Joe” Franklin. It was excellent–one of the best nonfiction books I’ve read so far this year.

Now I’m reading a science fiction anthology called My Battery Is Low and It Is Getting Dark, edited by Crystal Sarakas and Joshua Palmatier.

On Saturday, I finished Robert Lawson’s Mr. Revere and I - charming and fun.

I’m about a third of the way through Stephen King’s The Dead Zone, and it’s still just as good as I remember.

Now just started Dreaming the Beatles by Rob Sheffield, a much-acclaimed book about what made the Fab Four just so wonderful at the time and still enduring in their appeal. Not far into it yet, but I like it so far.

Finished My Battery Is Low and It Is Getting Dark, edited by Crystal Sarakas and Joshua Palmatier. The two best stories were “The Best Drone in Mongolia” by Dana Berube and “Sassi’s Last Ride” by Alethea Kontis.

Now I’m reading The Reminiscences of Bennett Cerf, edited by Albert Erskine.

Finished Robert Crais’ Indigo Slam and started his next book, LA Requiem.

Finished The Passengers. It was all right. Actually I would have preferred to consume this content as an action movie which I would run across by accident on a Sunday afternoon, because it very much had that feel to me.

So what do we think about the new look of the Goodreads site? I, for one, care less for it. (Zappa reference there, my husband has been a bad influence on me). With the big bright pictures and even moving pieces, it seems like it will appeal more to non-readers than the old format. A commentary on the average Goodreads poster? Maaaaybe…

I HATE it! It’s hard to find things that used to be right there on the page and it doesn’t mesh well with mobile.

Oh man, I haven’t even tried it on my phone yet. Ugh.

Finished All The Lonely People by Mike Gayle. Very thought-provoking story of loneliness, old-age, loss, the prejudices of society that exist but also the possibility and action to make a better society that could still be formed even if it is just a small change to begin with. While it is a fictional story a lot of the things that you take away are relevant to real life. It is told through the eyes of an 84 year old man named Hubert Bird who was part of the Windrush generation (immigrants who arrived to the UK from the Caribbean after WW2). At that time immigration from commonwealth nations was actively encouraged by the UK government of the time who needed workers to help rebuild the country. A few years ago the current UK government had a big scandal regarding the deportation of these people despite having spent the majority of their adult lives in the UK, working for decades in the UK (many in public service jobs like the NHS), paying taxes and bringing up their own families there.

Started today on Just Like Home by Sarah Gailey, a horror novel about a woman who returns to her childhood home, where she grew up not knowing that her father was a serial killer.

That sold me. I am going to read that soon.

I hope we like it! :smile:

Finished The Reminiscences of Bennett Cerf, edited by Albert Erskine and Phyllis Cerf, which I enjoyed.

Now I’m reading Beware of the Trains, a short story collection by Edmund Crispin.

Finished Whale’s Tales: Recollections of a Diesel Submariner by Bruce Schick. It was recommended to me by a retired submariner as a great book to get the “feel” of being on a diesel submarine*. It was written by the CO of one of the last operating diesel subs, and it is certainly an unexpurgated series of recollections. Those guys played rough, but they also dealt with appalling conditions (having to run submerged and silent for long periods meant that they couldn’t run their compression distillers very long – too noisy – and every man got a VERY small amount of water for personal use. Not enough to wash with. So mold started sprouting everywhere, including a lot of very personal areas. They kept it down with liberal applications of Absorbine, Jr. , which stung like hell.). He regularly tells stories of escapades that would be immediately condemned these days, such as they time he tried to raise money for a charity by holding a raffle in which first prize was a night with a whore. The guys who lost would get to watch and take pictures. The whore would be paid. He figured it to be a win-win–win situation, but for some reason his superiors shut the operation down. Or the time the CO of the sub he was on broke out the emergency rubber raft so that the crew could go to an unauthorized nearby island for R&R. It apparently could be construed as an illegal US incursion of the island. But, again, the crew got leave, the business owners on the island got paid, so it was another win-win. Except that half the party that got liberty came down with the clap.

Interesting book. And it definitely gave you the “feel” of diesel sub service, warts and all.

*I’m writing a book on the weird and wonderful history of a (diesel) submarine I learned about while researching something else. It had three distinct and very different “lives”.

Not it’s on to The Battles at Plattsburgh: September 11, 1814 by town clerk/researcher/archaeologist/historian/author Keith A. Herkalo, who did one heckuva job literally unearthing details about these overlooked events and writing about them. he also gave me a tour of his museum and autographed my copy of the book.

Finished Beware of the Trains, a short story collection by Edmund Crispin, of which the best was “Otherwhere”.

Now I’m reading Don’t Trust Your Gut–Using Data to Get What You Really Want in Life, by Seth Stephens-Davidowitz.

Finished Don’t Trust Your Gut–Using Data to Get What You Really Want in Life, by Seth Stephens-Davidowitz, which was okay, although I’d read much of the information it presents online from other sources.

Now I’m reading The Lost Stars: Tarnished Knight, by Jack Campbell.

I recently finished Perdido Street Station by China Miéville which has been sitting on Mt. TBR for, oh, about twenty years. It was not worth the wait. I felt very dirty after reading it. New Crobuzon is not a place I want to revisit.

I also finished Wahala by Nikki May. It’s about three Anglo-Nigerian women living in London. They were best friends before a fourth woman, Isobel, arrived and started manipulating them. It’s not my usual fare because it’s soap-opera-ish chicklit but I was sucked into the story. Like everyone else who’s read it (according to Goodreads anyway) I wanted to slap the stupid out of Boo. Unlike everyone else I also wanted to slap the stupid out of Simi. Ronke’s the only one with sense.

Went back to the library yesterday to replenish the book pile and I found the latest Rivers of London novel, Amongst Our Weapons, on the new arrivals shelf. I yoinked that thing off the shelf so fast it caused a small sonic boom.