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I love the Anita Blake books, I really do. I know the character is such a Mary Sue it's unreal, but I really do like them. I love the characters (except Richard who I want to dissect slowly without anaesthetic, but THAT'S a good sign of a good character - because you actually hate them), the world setting and most of the plot. I do not mind the fact that Anita has the worst case of power creep I've ever seen outside of a character that DIDN'T ascend to become a deity on the back of the author's screwed up low self-esteem. I don't mind the sex scenes, far from it. I don't even mind the angst
(though a side note on the angst - it's getting waaaaay ludicrous in places. We have Richard generating it and Asher's a portable battery of it, fine. We've got Nathaniel and Damian slopping angst all over as well. Fair enough. But even Micah's dropping dollops all over. Ok, the reasons are reasonable they've all hard tortured lives {TM} but there's a limit. And Anita's angst is getting annoying - her whinging about her own morality, her own sexual mortality and even her mother's death are all tiresome and a bit OTT. Enough already, either move on or get a therapist. And ESPECIALLY enough about the damn ex boyfriend in bloody college. He dumped you, yeah, we get it. GET OVER IT. Seriously, the only people who are this cut up about their ex YEARS after the fact are either abuse victims or stalkers. Deal already).
But the worry was always the books becoming porn. Exhibit A: Narcissus in Chains where the plot is squeezed in between the sex, relationship angst, sex, sex, angst, sex and new gnarly powers.
But the next few books seemed to have pulled back from the brink. Ok, we have some hiccoughs - we have her eyeing up Requiem and Byron which is probably not necessary, but on the whole we've kind of stepped back a little. She's letting at least some of the sex happen 'behind scenes' there's still too much and too much needed all over the place, but it works.
Then I read this in what appears to be her blog http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2005/08/not-in-mood.html
You're eating energy that you're sharing back and forth anyway. You need an occasionally meal that isn't sucking energy from you. So Anita and I both understand the necessity of adding a new pomme de sang now that Nathaniel is her animal to call, but who?
AIEEE, NOOOOOO!!!! Not MORE guys?! Damnit, she's going to need a bigger bloody house just to keep all of her harem. She currently REGULARLY sleeps with Jean-Claude, Nathaniel, Micah, Asher. 2 of them aren't linked mystically to her so the whole 'eating your own arm' thing isn't an issue. She's also semi-regularly sleeping with Richard (angst depending) and Jason when the need arises. She could probably drag in Damian as well. There're also at least a couple of guys who will give out casual sex when needed no strings attached no domestic arrangement mess up.
Gah, I can see it. Requiem is just begging to join the Harem, isn't he? It's sad because I think a lot of the great plot and even metaphysical interest is being eaten by her ever expanding sex life.
In other news, I'm not looking at that blog again. I don't know why, but I can only learn about the author if I am JUST discovering their works. Discovering them and their works at the same time is fine. Reading about them AFTER I know their work just doesn't work for me. I think it's because I know nothing about them already and dread learning something that will skew my perception of the books or something. I don't know, a constant clenching dread that I'll find out that one of my favourite authors is a serial killer or country music fan or tory voter and I'll never be able to read them again...
(though a side note on the angst - it's getting waaaaay ludicrous in places. We have Richard generating it and Asher's a portable battery of it, fine. We've got Nathaniel and Damian slopping angst all over as well. Fair enough. But even Micah's dropping dollops all over. Ok, the reasons are reasonable they've all hard tortured lives {TM} but there's a limit. And Anita's angst is getting annoying - her whinging about her own morality, her own sexual mortality and even her mother's death are all tiresome and a bit OTT. Enough already, either move on or get a therapist. And ESPECIALLY enough about the damn ex boyfriend in bloody college. He dumped you, yeah, we get it. GET OVER IT. Seriously, the only people who are this cut up about their ex YEARS after the fact are either abuse victims or stalkers. Deal already).
But the worry was always the books becoming porn. Exhibit A: Narcissus in Chains where the plot is squeezed in between the sex, relationship angst, sex, sex, angst, sex and new gnarly powers.
But the next few books seemed to have pulled back from the brink. Ok, we have some hiccoughs - we have her eyeing up Requiem and Byron which is probably not necessary, but on the whole we've kind of stepped back a little. She's letting at least some of the sex happen 'behind scenes' there's still too much and too much needed all over the place, but it works.
Then I read this in what appears to be her blog http://blog.laurellkhamilton.org/2005/08/not-in-mood.html
You're eating energy that you're sharing back and forth anyway. You need an occasionally meal that isn't sucking energy from you. So Anita and I both understand the necessity of adding a new pomme de sang now that Nathaniel is her animal to call, but who?
AIEEE, NOOOOOO!!!! Not MORE guys?! Damnit, she's going to need a bigger bloody house just to keep all of her harem. She currently REGULARLY sleeps with Jean-Claude, Nathaniel, Micah, Asher. 2 of them aren't linked mystically to her so the whole 'eating your own arm' thing isn't an issue. She's also semi-regularly sleeping with Richard (angst depending) and Jason when the need arises. She could probably drag in Damian as well. There're also at least a couple of guys who will give out casual sex when needed no strings attached no domestic arrangement mess up.
Gah, I can see it. Requiem is just begging to join the Harem, isn't he? It's sad because I think a lot of the great plot and even metaphysical interest is being eaten by her ever expanding sex life.
In other news, I'm not looking at that blog again. I don't know why, but I can only learn about the author if I am JUST discovering their works. Discovering them and their works at the same time is fine. Reading about them AFTER I know their work just doesn't work for me. I think it's because I know nothing about them already and dread learning something that will skew my perception of the books or something. I don't know, a constant clenching dread that I'll find out that one of my favourite authors is a serial killer or country music fan or tory voter and I'll never be able to read them again...