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19 July 2010 @ 12:34 am
That's inconvenient ...  
I have spent the evening trying to write fic, or some of my novel, or even reviews of the Alan Bradley and Naomi Novik novels I have been loving lately, and I have tragically failed at all of the above. Which leads me to conclude I may have run out of brain.

I'm sure I've just put it down somewhere close. Might go and look in the laundry ...
 
 
 
AMY 凛☆ラブ☆アタックtomatoe18 on July 18th, 2010 02:38 pm (UTC)
What can you tell me of Naomi Novik? I sort of have to read her books soon, but I want to know what I'm getting into first...
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 03:18 pm (UTC)
I feared the series was going to be either lame in a cliched fanfic way, or lame in a cliched fantasy way, and I was completely wrong: I am LOVING it so far!

It's tremendously clever as she postulates a world in which two sentient species live side by side. England is not the great power it was through the Napoleonic era, being rather a smaller seagoing nation protected by Nelson's brilliance and the valiant dragon corps. The British Empire seems not to exist as history knew it, rather the nation of shopkeepers has outposts and trading routes, and the East India Company.

Abolition arguments rage, and Wilberforce is the great man he was in reality. But Napoleon is stronger: his dragons making the difference in the war despite Nelson's genius.

Into this comes Will Laurence, a Naval Captain who captures a French ship in the first book. On board they find a dragon egg, close to hatching. Weeks from shore, the men draw lots to see who will try to take the beast into harness once it is born: England is desperate for more dragons, despite the fact that their captains and the aviator corps in general are seen as being socially beyond the pale.

When born, the dragon will not even consider the sailor who has been chosen for him, but instead makes his way straight to Laurence. Despite the fact it will mean the ruin of many of his hopes, Laurence does his duty and becomes the dragonlet's captain, naming the beast Temeraire.

On his return to Britain he is thrown into the Aviators Corps, and suddenly realises that there is a whole part of the war that has been hidden. Women serve alongside men, the dragons themselves are people -- and come in every type from thick to brilliant. And the social disdain heaped upon aviators is nothing in its ignorance compared to the idea that a dragon could in any way be considered a dumb beast.

Temeraire emerges as a brilliant character, quite the bolshevik, agitating for rights for dragonkind, but most of all guarding his Laurence. Will goes from being an unwilling aviator to the fiercest advocate for dragonkind; using his courage and intelligence to assist them even to his own ruin.

The politics were enough to make me love the series, but at the same time the characterisations are all so good and compelling, and the storytelling so captivating. Novik's writing is filled with lovely little touches -- in the book I just finished a dog is terrified of Temeraire the first time he is brought close, and tries to leap off as the dragon takes flight. Then, after a few minutes, he is yelping happily with his face in the air and loving the flight as much as any car ride. Perfect!

I'm about to tackle book five, but I thoroughly recommend the first four!

Edited at 2010-07-18 03:20 pm (UTC)
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blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 03:45 pm (UTC)
You can probably grab the first few at least at the library, as I have come to the party quite late!

And Temeraire is not even the most fun of all the dragons ... but I will leave that for you to discover.
AMY 凛☆ラブ☆アタックtomatoe18 on July 19th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
Temeraire emerges as a brilliant character, quite the bolshevik, agitating for rights for dragonkind, but most of all guarding his Laurence.

SOLD. Completely sold. Where do I get these books... oh, wait, yes, they're in the fantasy bookshelf in my own store.

I am going to start reading this as soon as I finish Stephen Gately's Tree of Seasons.

Thank you, Brammers.
calanthe_fics on July 18th, 2010 02:39 pm (UTC)
Maybe it's inside Mr Brammers' pants?
calanthe_fics on July 18th, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
Er sorry, they're full of Mr Brammers' brains aren;t they?!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
You know him well!
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
No room.
Hueyphoenixacid on July 18th, 2010 02:40 pm (UTC)
Oh no! You really shouldn't have tested Cal's brain thinning potion! It's still a prototype. :P
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 02:42 pm (UTC)
I think it could have been the enormous amount of food I ate for dinner, even though I gave half of it to Mr B: a big slow-cooked lump of lamb and then potatoes, carrots and beans. So very yummy, but not enough blood to go to both stomach and brain!

Edited at 2010-07-18 02:42 pm (UTC)
Hueyphoenixacid on July 18th, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
That sounds YUMMY and understandably brain eating. xD It's been too long since I had lamb. I had a pork with potatoes, carrot and beans soup earlier! What a coincidence! :D
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 02:49 pm (UTC)
It was! We were having a walk up in Newtown and noticed the Greek restaurant that is always full was mostly empty (it was only 6pm) so we dashed in and took advantage! SO very good, but so very filling! I do think that life is generally better with potato, carrot and beans ;-)
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blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 03:47 pm (UTC)
OMG, I would make a FORTUNE! (Which naturally leads my brain to Phantom of the Oper-argh!

And yes, the work situation is largely to blame for the brain situation. The horror cannot be described!
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blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 19th, 2010 12:07 pm (UTC)
You've scared even me!
Azure Jane Lunaticazurelunatic on July 18th, 2010 04:32 pm (UTC)
Woops. I misread that as fic for the Naomi Novik novels, and, well, I found a whole tag's worth for you: http://archiveofourown.org/tags/Temeraire%20-%20Naomi%20Novik/works
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 04:37 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I have Victory of Eagles yet to read, and then Tongues of Serpents to acquire and read, and then I am going to be all over that like a rash. I may even write some (!! I'm a one-fandom writer!)
lokifanlokifan on July 18th, 2010 04:42 pm (UTC)
Maybe the fridge?
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 18th, 2010 04:46 pm (UTC)
No, though there was some nice mint chocolate there. I found it in the bedroom, it was tired of waiting up for me and went off to sleep without me. Bastard.
Jaeenchanted_jae on July 18th, 2010 07:47 pm (UTC)
*helps you search for your wayward brain*
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 19th, 2010 12:06 pm (UTC)
It was hiding in the bed! Pervy bastard!
It's a Deensedeensey on July 19th, 2010 01:54 am (UTC)
Blame the cats.
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 19th, 2010 12:05 pm (UTC)
They swear they did not eat it! I can trust Cookie on that, and Monnie probably couldn't make it into my head ...
grey_hunter on July 19th, 2010 12:01 pm (UTC)
...defrag?
blamebramptonblamebrampton on July 19th, 2010 12:02 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Yes, I believe the biological equivalent is a good night's sleep, which would not go astray!
κάτι τρέχει στα γύφτικα: deathandthemaiden_inbetween_ on July 19th, 2010 04:19 pm (UTC)
I suggest plugging up ears and nostrils and closing eyes and mouth, just in case. Maybe it regrows. MAYBE it leaks through holes made by cat claws, though. Or like a HD you can retrace its shadow image on the inside of an empty skull. I'd certainly like that very very much, having just realised I missed not only the library date (first use in century) and an opening, but didn't actually write down my last 20 reviews, thanks for reminder, prrrt, prrrt.