Setting War Aside, Selecting Witches Instead
Try as I might, I couldn't get a decent foothold on Jeff Shaara's To The Last Man. Tremendously compelling, the book just wasn't the kind of novel that goes well with one's afternoon lunch at the local Arby's Marketplace. Sorry, Jeff.
Of course, it dawns on me that the last WWI novel I read was consumed very quickly en route back from the UK. Two things. First of all, memories of Britain's sacrifices during the The Great War aren't very well hidden from the visiting tourist. Practically every town, great and small, has a rather obvious monument to their local fallen. Secondly, nothing compels one to plow bravely through anything like a Trans-Atlantic flight.
Instead, I've picked up an entirely different distraction. Robert Rankin's The Witches of Chiswick. Why? Well, I read and loved 2003's The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse, twisted as it was. I considered picking up that book's latest sequel, but chose instead to see what Rankin does with time travel, art and the manipulation of history.
(At least, that's what I think the plot of this book will encompass. I might be completely wrong. After all, Chocolate Bunnies kept me happily in the dark for far longer than most sci-fi played for humor's sake.)
Of course, it dawns on me that the last WWI novel I read was consumed very quickly en route back from the UK. Two things. First of all, memories of Britain's sacrifices during the The Great War aren't very well hidden from the visiting tourist. Practically every town, great and small, has a rather obvious monument to their local fallen. Secondly, nothing compels one to plow bravely through anything like a Trans-Atlantic flight.
Instead, I've picked up an entirely different distraction. Robert Rankin's The Witches of Chiswick. Why? Well, I read and loved 2003's The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse, twisted as it was. I considered picking up that book's latest sequel, but chose instead to see what Rankin does with time travel, art and the manipulation of history.
(At least, that's what I think the plot of this book will encompass. I might be completely wrong. After all, Chocolate Bunnies kept me happily in the dark for far longer than most sci-fi played for humor's sake.)
