CBR #153 – A Buffet of Badass Bitches

Dangerous Women, edited by George R.R. Martin and Gardner Dozois

I read this book because once again I was deceived by George R.R. Martin.  I kid.  But seriously, that’s why.  As a fan of A Song of Ice and Fire — which was fostered by the very first Cannonball Read! — I also started reading the Dunk and Egg novellas.  Martin sporadically drops a Dunk and Egg tale — a prequel of sorts set before the events in the novels — every so often.  Well, he had promised that the fourth Dunk and Egg story, which he was winkingly calling The She-Wolves of Winterfell, would be coming soon.  And then he said it would be the final story in Dangerous Women.  In fact, the release of the collection was delayed because of him not finishing his story — BIG FUCKING SURPRISE.  So then he released it.  And it was The Princess and The Queen.  LYING FUCKING LIAR!  And then he released Rogues.  WHICH ALSO DOES NOT CONTAIN DUNK AND EGG.  And then he released his promised Hedge Knight collection.  WHICH ALSO DOES NOT HAVE DUNK AND EGG.  AAAAAAAHHHH!  When will you stop with your disembling, you be-bearded hobgoblin!  GIVE ME MORE ASOIAF, YOU FUCK!

Okay, past that.

Anyway, this collection swoops through various genres and features some rather big name talent offering up tales from their collections.  It’s truly like a buffet.  In that you get a nice sampler of some authors you might never had tasted before.  And others, well, you figured you didn’t like potato salad, and after eating it, you were RIGHT.  IT’S SHIT.  HOW ARE YOU ON ANY BESTSELLER LISTS, YOU SHITTY SHIT.  FUCK YOU POTATO SALAD.

Okay, past that.

The dangers of reading authors you haven’t read before is why my Kindle is swollen beyond 700 titles.  Because goddammit.  Megan Abbott’s noir is brilliant, and now I had to grab as many of her books as I could.  And Joe R. Lansdale and I have danced and danced, and finally, I accepted because COME THE FUCK ON.  If you read this short story, Wrestling Jesus, you’ll be hooked like hell.  But not just finding new gems, but also finding old familiar loves.  Like the Jim Butcher story detailing the events between Ghost Story and the later books.  Or finding out Megan Lindholm is the real name of Robin Hobb, and how even when she isn’t writing amazing fantasy, she’s so goddamn good.  Sanderson and Abercrombie, Lawrence Block.  I never read any Diana Gabaldon before this, and now, I’m like, holy shit, those entire books are going to be in accent?  AAAAAAAAHHH.  I kid.  It was super fast reads.

Anway, I re-fell in love with Wild Cards, and cemented my understanding that I really should have stayed away from some authors, because not only are they not my cup o’ tea, they taste like fucking dishwasher from a pissed off line cook.

If you want to test the waters of some authors, I can’t imagine a better sampler platter.  Of the authors I know and love, these are ample reasons why I love them.  And even the lying Martin’s lie filled story is still awesome and wonderful.

 

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