Brust posts on the ‘net. A *lot*. So it’s pretty easy to get ahold of him and tell him how you feel, if you’re into that sort of thing. And I nearly posted this to livejournal, because I wanted to get my Jhegaala
disappointment off my chest and also tell him that I’m rooting for him. Then I decided that I can’t send it. I don’t know why. I feel a little bad dissing his work I guess. Especially when it’s more a disappointment
born of such lofty heights and expectations.
sigh.
There was more I wanted to say, but I couldn’t bring myself to write anyof it.
Anyway, here it is.
I love, love, love “the Jhereg series” as I call it. I eagerly await each as it comes out, as I have since I “caught up” at Phoenix. I love Khaav’n & Co., too. I owe Paarfi a beer.
Yendi’s my favorite. I liked the story when it was a little more straightforward. I nearly threw Teckla across the room when I first read it. It’s still the book I’ve read the fewest times. Very nice prologue,
though. Wow.
I am not a huge fan of the post-Phoenix, pre-Issola story arc. No future in it, as Sticks would say. So the years where The D’Art– I mean, Khaavren (: Romances were being interspersed with Athyra/Orca/Dragon…
well, they were long and painful (yes, I know Dragon is pre- all of that, storywise, but I’m in it for Vlad the tough-and-snarky, not so much Vlad the sad-and-muddy, know what I mean?).
Then Issola. wow. Socks, knocked off. Dzur, wham. We’re back on track.
So I have to say that Jhegaala isn’t my favorite of the series. Don’t get me wrong; the book is good. It’s executed well. I chuckled in places. But it’s just not my favorite part of the story.
This series is an epic. So now I wait, patient as a whatchamacallit, until the next book.