by ken

Glen Cook – An Appreciation

Glen Cook – An Appreciation

Glen Cook’s footprints are all over the speculative fiction landscape. And they are large footprints. For readers he is a proven draw For writers he is enormously influential. Consider current heavyweights like Steve Erikson and Joe Abercrombie. What would their work resemble without “The Black Company?”

My reading would certainly have been impoverished without “The Black Company.” I remember “The Silver Spike” occupying my time while waiting at Fort Bragg for deployment on a brief training exercise in Honduras. And “Dreams of Steel” was one of many books keeping me entertained while sweating through months in Haiti. Cook is a writer who truly seems to grasp military service and soldiers.

And let’s not forget the ongoing case files of Garrett, Tunfaire’s premiere investigator and troubleshooter, reluctant knight in tarnished armor. Part Archie Goodwin, part Travis McGee, with bits of Philip Marlowe and Sam Spade grafted on. Garrett is the closest thing to a fictional hero I can profess. It will be a poorer world once Cook ceases chronicling Garrett’s adventures.

Mention of two series barely scratches the surface of the layers Cook has added to the fantasy and science fiction landscape. Do yourself a favor, if you haven’t already, and explore that landscape personally.

If you have read him what is your favorite Glen Cook work?

Book to Film Adaptations: or Oh, Peter Jackson, No!*

So ‘they’ are making a movie out of one of your favorite books/series. The excitement! The anticipation! The trepidation. What if ‘they’ screw if up/

Face it: ‘they’ are going to screw it up. There is no way on this Crom-forsaken earth that what ends up on the screen beneath the proscenium arch is going to match what appeared on the screen in the theater of your mind. Ain’t gonna happen. Some of it ‘they’ might pull off acceptably, even spectacularly. Funny thing is, that bit you thought looked exactly as you imagined it is a bit another viewer thought was an abomination that would have the author on a turbo-charged rotisserie in his grave (or put him in the grave early if he’s still an air-breather.) Everyone has an opinion. (I mean, seriously, have you seen the internet? Think of an opinion, the most outlandish possible position anyone could conceivably hold on a topic. Got one? OK, now make it just a little bit worse. Somewhere on a message board forum someone has expressed that exact opinion.)

The trick is managing expectations. I certainly experience disappointment, disbelief at liberties taken, scenes invented, characters changed. I’m not holding myself up as the acme of placid objectivity. Far from it. But it helps me enjoy the film as discrete work if I sit down knowing that at some point a gratuitous fight scene, created out of whole-cloth, will occur (or Frodo, tricked by Gollum on the border of Mordor, will order Sam to go home) because the writer/director felt the narrative required dramatic tension at that point.

My advice? Roll with it. Eat some popcorn. Appreciate the cinematography. You can read the book again later.

How do writers feel about the film versions of their work? I imagine there are as many different reactions as there are writers. I’ve had some (very minor) practical experience with adaptation of my own work. A short story of mine, “Trustworthy,” was produced as a student film. You can check it out HERE.  I’d have to say that overall I was pleased with it. I could understand certain changes necessary to convey on film what is provided in text by exposition. I might have made different choices here or there but I’ve no complaints.

What about you? What is your favorite/least favorite film adaptation. Have you had something you’ve written adapted into a different medium?

* Hat tip to John Ringo.

Castles: the Fantasy and the Reality.

The author at Castle Grimaud

The author at Castle Grimaud

Picture in your mind the fortresses of fantasy. Barad-dûr. Gormenghast. Revelstone. Hell, Castle Greyhawk. Impressive structures, right? Massive, lofty. Roomy. Well, it’s fantasy. The writers didn’t need to deal with the costs of materials, transportation, or labor. Or with architectural concerns: no worries about load bearing limits, stresses, and all those other engineering realities that I barely comprehend and that even now builders are only able to overcome by employing newly developed materials and novel construction techniques. Real castles tended toward what most of us not living in shoe-box sized apartments in Hong Kong would consider cramped.

For instance, Blarney Castle, just north of Cork, Ireland. Approaching it on foot it looms. You marvel at how formidable it appears, wondering how an attacker could assault those walls. But inside it is a doll house. Sure, the narrow halls and stairways are an obvious defensive advantage, but imagine actually living in those minuscule chambers day after day. Of course what you’re used to seems normal. And it beat the contemporary alternatives. It must have seemed homey with plastered walls, tapestries, furniture, and blazing fires. As a gutted shell it doesn’t scream four-star accommodation.

Neuschwanstein is a comfy place, but Sleeping Beauty’s castle isn’t exactly the paragon of medieval upscale living, not being built until the later half of the 19th century. Now some fortifications, basically walled cities, like Mont Saint-Michel (which I hope to visit some day) and Monte Carlo are quite spectacular, but the living space is spread over many structures. (Other fortified hilltop villages are remarkably cramped, like the picturesque Roquebrune-Cap-Martin.)

I suppose the smaller keeps make the more ambitious, palatial real-world castles that much more impressive. What is the most awe-inspiring castle you have visited? Which would you hold up in comparison to great fortresses of fantasy? Which secondary-world castle would you most like to see?