NICK MAMATAS IS NO PUNK-ASS MONKEY
It's celebrate Nick Mamatas day...er, uh, evening! Er, uh, hour!
Anyway, I love Nick because although he's ruthless and sometimes even mean in his online persona (a complete softie in person), he tells it like it is and he's also absolutely hilarious and often spot-on in his analysis.
Lately, he's been killing with his posts even more than usual, in particular these three gems. Great stuff. I agree with about 99.9% of it. So does Evil Monkey!
On The Recent Spate of Writing Advice
You're not gonna be raped by some pomo homo boho hobo if you acknowledge that some people, somewhere, might actually write well and even write successfully while wearing black or living cheaply off of writing or getting his or her mail delivered to a café.
On the Hugos
Best (Horrible) Related Book
SHOULD win: No award, and random nominee plucked from audience and disemboweled for Ba'al. WILL win: Workshop by Kate Wilhelm. This is like getting a gold (plated) watch and a ham dinner at the Lion's Club for having perfect attendance at your library job for fifty years.
On V for Vendetta
V is great. He's improperly socialized and rather self-involved. He is imperfect, a trickster rather than a father spirit guide. He stumbles a bit, watches old movies and fences with himself like an excited kid. He gets shy around the girly Evey (Natalie Portman) and can't ask her to dance at first, but has no problem torturing her to bring her through the next level of enlightenment.