Jealous of Rob and people who can get Hawkeye.
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Neverwinter, by RA Salvatore (8/10)
The first book in the third chapter of the life of Drizzt Do'Urden, Neverwinter manages to be one of the better novels in the series, which is impressive, because most of the supporting cast is either not present or dead. We're introduced to a darker, more reckless Drizzt, and the character really benefits from it. The quote on the back cover reads "I am alone. I am free." You can almost see how Salvatore perhaps believes that himself--freeing his character from the emotional ties of his companions really lets Salvatore take him in whatever direction he wants to. I'm down with this, since personally, I've always felt that Drizzt is at his best when he takes needless insane risks to win the battle, as opposed to just being really skilled. There's more banter and danger to the character than there has been in a while, and I very much like this trend.
Dahlia is still there and still kind of blah. She's suitable in her role as "Crazy bitch", and has a few decent scenes. I don't really like the character, but I don't dislike her either.
SPOILER ALERT: The dude you already fucking knew was Entreri is Entreri, and as always, he's the best fucking thing in these books. As with every Entreri book past.... Jesus, I dunno. The Legacy? Probably every book past the first trilogy, Entreri has at least two moments that make me laugh out loud. The personality on this character is masterful. He's not comic relief, but he's consistently the most amusing character in the series. He even cracks Drizzt up with his acerbic wit a few times. I like that he's basically utterly Alegni's slave, but the chapters from Alegni's point of view do mention a few times that he's still somewhat afraid of good ol "Barrabus" finding a way to off him. I also like how this book continues the trend of people thinking Entreri is some kind of hero, when really he's just a killing machine that they have the good fortune of having him be pissed off at what is bothering them. For all that, yes, the character is increasingly murdering the hell out of things for fucking with the lives of ordinary people.
The downsides are the usual Salvatore stuff. Can't write sexy to save his life, which I almost find as a blessing, because the thought of sexy Drizzt is weird. I'm a bit annoyed that there wasn't a scene between Artemis and Guenwhyvar, and I'm in full nerd-rage mode that Andahar and Entreri's nightmare didn't, you know, try to kill each other out of principle. Also, Entreri somehow survives an imp sting, when imp venom was enough to kill Pikel back in book one of the cleric quintet. I know modern D&D Imps don't have the "Save v poison or DIE" thing, but, uh.... at some point the universe needs consistency.
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Lost Everything, by Brian Francis Slattery (1/10)
I did not think it was possible to write a novel while covered in oil, masturbating to the smirking image of your own nude reflection, but Brian Francis Slattery has shown me that a man can. I picked this novel up on the inspiration that it was a science fiction novel set, not in deep space, but in a not-too-distant future where the Earth deals with serious ramifications extrapolated from the problems of the day. Unfortunately, Slattery is hamfisted and preachy, and more than a little smug. Also, for a novel that's supposedly full of realistic characters and setting, the characters come off as melodramatic caricatures more than actual people. Keep in mind I attempted to read this after a novel published by Dungeons and Dragons, part of a series to promote their upcoming MMO.
The timeframe skips around for no reason, as though Slattery watched Resevoir Dogs and then decided that he, too, wanted to play with time. Only, after considering it, he decided that it would be best to drop all semblance of style and general coolness because it might get in the way of his MESSAGE. (Please take care of the environment.)
The book is so unbelievably smug, I have a hard time thinking that it was written by someone who wasn't deliberately trying to win an award. It reminds me over-much of a sociology professor I had in college, who was just the shittiest human being I've ever met. Worse, in its attempts to be realistic, it has an ongoing war and then DELIBERATELY DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY IT IS GOING ON. It's just sort of glossed over. "Oh, the usual, you know. Power. Resources." But there's a (unnamed?!) side and a resistance, but... what the fuck are they resisting? Look, asshole. War is stupid and meaningless but the people involved in a goddamn war tend to know why, and also the people fighting. They don't go "Tum te-dum. Being bombed. Guess there's a war going on. Better flee."
For all of its trying-too-hard prose and terrible setting and characters, I think the real crime of this book is that it's just plain boring. It's not one of those "It's so bad it's good" books, if such a thing can exist. It's just... bad. It's boring. It is a bore. This is a book I literally stopped reading today in favor of doing absolutely nothing. I could not finish it. There was no reason to. I can't decide if this is the worst novel I've attempted to read lately, or merely the worst novel I've attempted to read. Nonetheless, it's the first book I quit partway since The Wayfarer's Redemption (truly, the most evil thing RuinChaser ever did was recommend me that book), and it's a book that, when I decided I would get annoyed carrying it around the mall, my solution was to abandon it in the bathroom.
Incidentally, this novel has a four star rating on Amazon. Maybe more people need to just stop fucking reading.