Time was I used to post every whiff of opinion about my books that google could sniff out. Scrag end mention on an inactive LiveJournal account? You’re in! These days, I have to say, I’m a little more circumspect. The quantity of opinion out there, it weighs heavy, and outside of the scramble of promotion surrounding a new release, it takes something particularly insightful, inflammatory, noteworthy or (of course) grovellingly complimentary to arouse my interest.
But fitting firmly into the insightful category is a balanced and (unsurprisingly) finely written assessment of The Heroes from writer Elizabeth Bear, who I met last weekend in Detroit. She calls me vivid and muscular. Well, alright, my writing style…
Also fitting into the satisfying arena of respect of ones peers (alright, great superiors) is a mention from the doyen of gritty fantasists, GRRM, in his Hugo Recommendations (I know, I’m not holding my breath), where he calls The Heroes, “an action tour de force”. OK, I admit, he preferred Patrick Rothfuss. But those big-beards always stick together. Maybe I need to get some small-beard fantasy author buddies to take ’em down, like my old mates Peter Brett and Brent Weeks:
Mind you, they’re both looking a bit on the bushy side. And why does my head seem so small in that photograph?