Admit it! I got you! You thought I’d been given a knighthood like that Terry Pratchett. Well, no. I waited by the phone all night, getting more and more annoyed, and her Majesty never rang. Just like last year. But only slightly less prestigious than the approval of the monarch and the opportunity to insist that everyone call me “Sir Joseph”, is the approval of various people what blog on the interweb, and inclusion on their end-of-year best of lists. Now, you may be forgiven for thinking this post looks like just a load of self-aggrandising, self back-slapping, self-congratulation. And you’d be right. I mean, is this your first time here? So without further ado…
Amras at A Slight Apocalypse made the obviously wrong-headed assertion that, “Joe Abercrombie started off just okay-ish”, but said the mere memory of Last Argument of Kings sent chills down his back. They must have been good chills, cause he ranked it number 3 of the year.
Paul at Blood of the Muse had Last Argument of Kings down as his favourite Fantasy of 2008, and his 2nd favourite genre book. “Incredible battle scenes and classic characters will brook no argument … the king of fantasy in 2008.” And he called Inquisitor Glokta, “one of the greatest fantasy characters of all time.” So there.
Benjamin at the Deckled Edge had LAoK down for best fantasy of the year, and second best novel, calling it, “one of the strongest series finishes you’ll ever read.” Oh yeah.
Aidan at Dribble of Ink had LAoK down for his favourite novel published in 2008, saying it was, “littered with memorable characters, one of the best scenes of single combat I’ve ever read, and enough surprises to please anyone.”
Graeme called Last Argument “a superb ending to a superb trilogy”, and rated it his best book of the year. Oh yeah again.
Lastly, but by no means leastly, The Hotties at Pat’s Fantasy Hotlist. I must admit I was somewhat disappointed to see that I’d only won “Most Accessible Author,” which isn’t necessarily a bad thing, but feels a tad like being voted, “Most Likely to Put Out,” in a school yearbook. Imagine my delight when I scrolled down to see that he’d made me his SFF Author of the year. Partly on account of my writing talents, but mostly because of my banister-repelling thick head. Hey, I’ll take em any way I can get em.
Okay, okay, I know, you’re feeling sick. But you’ve got to give me something, I mean to say. Not even an OBE to dry my tears on?