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Writng Fantasy Heroes Arrives
Writing Fantasy Heroes
Jason M. Waltz, ed.
Rogue Blades Entertainment
trade paper, 202 pages, $14.99
This isn’t a review. That will come later, after I’ve read the book. I don’t normally profile books until I’ve read them, but in this case I’m making an exception. I think you’ll understand.
This volume contains 13 essays (plus an introduction by Steven Erikson) on how to write heroes in fantasy. The contributors include (in no particular order) Glen Cook, Brandon Sanderson, C. L. Werner, Howard Andrew Jones, Ian C. Esslemont, Ari Marmell, Paul Kearney, Orson Scott Card. I could go on. But I won’t. You can discover the rest for yourself.
I’ve reviewed works by several of the above here at Adventures Fantastic, and there are others on that list I haven’t gotten to yet, at least as far as reviews are concerned. There will be some great writing advice in there. (I know, I’ve already peeked.)
I also know some of the people who read this blog are writers at various stages of their careers. In the interest of helping you improve your craft (because I’m selfish and want great books by you to read), I thought I’d announce this book here. And, yes, gloat, because my copy arrived today. I’m going to steal time from some other commitments later tonight and start reading it. I’ll post a full review when I’m done.
Writing Fantasy Heroes is from Rogue Blades Entertainment and is available from Amazon and B&N. I was completely surprised when I heard about it. Rogue Blades Entertainment hasn’t had anything out in a while, and they’ve been sorely missed. Jason, it’s great to have you back.
Of Giants, and Beanstalks, and Unintended Consequences
Jack the Giant Slayer
Rated PG-13
Starring Nicholas Hoult, Eleanor Tomlinson, Ewn McGregor, Stanley Tucci, Eddie Marsen, Ewan Bremner, Ian McShane
As a family outing, we went to see Jack the Giant Slayer a little over a week ago. I was expecting it to be an enjoyable film, but I was surprised at how well done the whole thing was.
The film is, of course, a take on the classic fairy tale, and there was a nice piece at the very end illustrating how the story in the film morphed into the story we’re all familiar with today.
The basic premise is that long ago, a group of monks tried to reach Heaven by creating some magic beans. When they climbed the beanstalk, they discovered a land between Heaven and Earth inhabited by man eating giants. The king at the time manages to defeat the giants by forging a crown from their blood. When he wears the crown, the giants have to do his bidding. He sends them home.
Years pass, and the king is long dead, the giants considered to be legend.
Cut to the present, where the evil Roderick isn’t satisfied with marrying Princess Isobelle. He wants to control the entire kingdom. And he’s found the crown and the remainder of the beans. Only there’s a priest who knows about Roderick’s scheme and steals the beans. He gives the beans to Jack in exchange for a horse, with the instructions to keep the beans away from water. (Where have we heard that before?)
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| Two heads aren’t always better than one. |
You’re probably thinking you can guess the rest. Don’t be so sure. The story presented here is more complex than the fairy tale it’s based on. One of the things that this film does well is show how unintended consequences can really mess you over, starting with the monks who create the magic beans. Even the villains aren’t immune to this. I won’t get into specifics because I want to avoid spoilers, but the unintended consequences in this film are part of what made it worth watching. The story went in some directions I wasn’t expecting because of them.
Jack the Giant Slayer is rated PG-13 because of violence and some gross humor. My son isn’t quite 11 yet, but the movie was perfect for him. (Now that he’s getting to be old enough, there more movies I can take him to that don’t involve talking animals. I’ll probably review more films with an eye to what is and isn’t appropriate for that age range. Those of you with children about that age keep an eye out for them. And if there’s a film you’d like to see me review, let me know. No promises, but I’ll try to see and review as many as I can.) Not only did my son like the story, the special effects, and the humor, there were some good values promoted in the film. Values he picked up on and asked me about.
Not just the aforementioned unintended consequences, either. Courage and heroism are presented as positive things, with none of the postmodern disdain for a character who is good and noble. This was embodied in a number of characters.
Princess Isabelle is a more modern minded young lady than you find in the old fairy tales, something that’s become cliched in contemporary movies and much fantasy. On the other hand, she’s not overplayed in this regard. Elmot (Ewan McGregor), in addition to having hair that can withstand any circumstance, comes to accept Jack as a friend despite Jack being a commoner and Elmot of noble birth.
But the character who stole the show for me was King Bromwell, played by Ian McShane. He starts out as a self-absorbed king who is more concerned about rules than his daughter. He not only doesn’t know her, he doesn’t care how his decisions, namely her arranged marriage to Roderick, affect her happiness. This leads to her running away and ending up in the land of the giants. Yet, Brohmwell does open his eyes. One of his two most effective scenes was when he ordered his general to cut down the beanstalk to prevent the giants from climbing down the beanstalk even though Isabelle hasn’t returned. When the general just stands there, the king grabs the axe from his hand and starts cutting it himself.
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| It takes more than fancy armor to be a king. |
The other is later in the film when the giants are laying siege to the castle. Bromhwell is fighting alongside his men, and Elmot tells the soldiers to get the king to safety. His response: “Like Hell!”
The only continuity issue I had with the movie was when the beanstalk is cut down, part of it falls on the castle. Yet just a few hours later, when the giants attack, there’s no sign it was there.
I found this the perfect fantasy movie for older children and preteens. Not too dark, but not all sweetness and light. There’s a good message of equality, courage, and sacrifice, but the message is second to the story. The way it should be. Highly recommended.
Blogging Northwest Smith: Dust of Gods
“Dust of Gods” was the fourth Northwest Smith story, and it was the last of the series published in 1934. The picture on the left accompanied the story in its original publication in Weird Tales. I scanned it from the only reproduction I’m aware of, the anthology Weird Tales: 32 Unearthed Terrors (Dziemianowicz, Weinberg, and Greenberg, ed., Bonanza Books, 1988). The book was printed on paper not much higher grade than the original pulp, and it’s yellowed with lines of text bleeding through from the other side of the page. But at least you can get a feel for what it would have been like to read the story in its original appearance. (What, you didn’t think I could actually afford copies of Weird Tales from the 30s, did you?)
Anyway, this installment in the series is a departure from the earlier tales. For one thing, Smith is not off by himself getting into trouble. His partner Yarol the Venusian is with him. In other words, Smith has company when he gets into trouble.
Secondly, there isn’t any exotic feminine menace in this one, and there certainly isn’t any of the sexual imagery that we saw in “Shambleau“, “Black Thirst“, or “Scarlet Dream“. While there isn’t any sexual content or theme, there is still an exotic menace. But compared to the earlier ones, it’s not that great of a menace.
The menace this time is more of a science fictional nature. The previous stories were science fantasy. “Dust of Gods” is essentially science fiction, although not of the hard science, nuts and bolts variety.
The story opens with Smith and Yarol in a bar on Mars, drinking and commiserating about their lack of funds. They notice some men acting strangely at a nearby table. Smith and Yarol are contemplating approaching the men when another man at an adjacent table stops them. He tells the duo that the men worked for him but failed to complete a task, recovering something very ancient in a lost Martian city. He convinces Smith and Yarol to try and succeed where the others have failed.
What he tells them is that at one time, before man arose on Earth, there was a fifth planet from the Sun where now there are only asteroids. This planet was ruled by three gods, all long gone, and two of them forgotten by most members of the races currently inhabiting the solar system. The third is still remember, and goes by the name Pharol. In fact Yarol had used his name as an oath minutes before the man approach him and Smith.
These gods came from another realm, and ruled until catastrophe befell the fifth planet. All that’s left of Pharol is dust, and it’s this dust the man wants Smith and Yarol to retrieve for him. In need of cash, they sign on.
The two end up in an ancient Martian city near the North Pole of the planet. Deep beneath the city, after avoiding a trap, they find a chamber filled with a strange glowing light that flows like water. In the center of the chamber is a huge throne built for three occupants. And in one of the seats there is a pile of dust. Yarol climbs up to gather the dust while Smith waits below, thinking while he watches the light pour out of the chamber. He concludes the guy who has hired them is up to no good, and if he gets his hands on the dust, there’s no telling what kind of damage he could do or if there would be any way to stop him. They decide to leave the dust. Just to be safe, they destroy it with their blasters.
And that’s pretty much all that happens in the story. It’s very much a departure from the earlier tales. The setting is a pretty standard science fiction setting for the time in which “Dust of Gods” was written. The concept of gathering literal dust of a god is an original idea, and not one I’ve seen much done with outside of this story.
But this story lacks the power and impact of the earlier ones. Maybe it’s the lack of suggestive or outright sexual imagery. Maybe Moore was having an off day when she wrote the story. (Okay, a series of off days since she almost certainly didn’t write this one in one day. Or maybe she did. That would explain a lot.) It almost reads as though Moore had tired of the character, but with another 10 installments to come in the series, that’s hardly likely. Moore’s prose is still as rich and evocative as ever, but it seems like there’s less she wants to evoke. The menace isn’t particularly threatening, and all Smith and Yarol really have to do is think for a bit. While they do encounter some danger, it’s not really of the soul-shattering kind in the previous stories.
Whatever the reason, I found “Dust of Gods” to be the weakest story in the series to date, even though it’s not a bad story. That sounds harsh, but it’s really not saying much. Moore on a bad day was better than almost every writer of her time on a good day, with a few exceptions such as Howard. She’s certainly better than many of the writers working today, even the acclaimed ones.
There are 10 more stories to go, and I’ll look at another one soon.
Spring Break
What’s that? No, I’m not going to the beach.
What I am going to do is try to get caught up on work, and that includes blogging as well the things She Who Must Be Obeyed has decreed be completed. For one thing, I’ll be catching up on grading, writing some reference letters, and trying to get ahead on some course preparation.
But you want to know about what will be happening here. First, a review of Allen Steele’s Apollo’s Outcasts for Futures Past and Present and a review for this blog of Jack the Giant Slayer. I saw the film last weekend, and I finished Apollo’s Outcasts a couple of days ago, but I haven’t had time to write either review. I’ve got another Northwest Smith story, “Dust of Gods”, to look at. Plus, there’s the next item for my blog at Amazing Stories (TM) followed up by a review of a novel that I’ve been looking forward to reading that’s had an interesting publishing history over the last few weeks. The book won’t be out for a bit, but I managed to score an advance copy.
As far as writing goes, I’m going to try to carve out enough time to get a couple of things finished. Plus, I’m going to try something new and publish some of my own fiction and see if any of it sells. This will be a completely new venture for me, and I’m not sure how steep the learning curve will be. I also bought a domain name over the Christmas break, and if time allows, I’ll work on getting a web site going. More on that at a later date.
Spring is in the Air
Unfortunately, it being the time of spring that it is, or rather the point in the semester it is, I’m buried under a mountain of exams, approximately 150 of them, give or take a few. So I’m not going to be able to read, write, or blog much. At least not until the end of the week. To tide you over, head over to Amazing Stories (TM) and check out my review of Under the Ember Star by Charles Gramlich. If you like Leigh Brackett, this book should appeal to you.
Spring Break starts at the end of the week, and I intend to do some catching up then. Until then, back to grading.
What I’ve Been Up to at My Other Blogging Gig
I started out with “Opening Salvo” and “What I Mean When I Say“, both of which were intended to set the tone and the focus. The former states I’ll be reviewing indie published and small press books, while the latter defined what I mean by terms like “indie published” and “self published”.
Then I started in on reviews. The first, “Five Military SF Novellas by Five Authors” was a review of a project Kevin J. Anderson put together, Five by Five. I followed it up by a review of Space Eldritch, “Dead Cosmonauts and Other Eldritch Horrors.”
“Frogs in Aspic, Like a Box of Chocolates” was a review of the short story collection, Frogs in Aspic by Keith P. Graham. Graham was an author I’d not read before this book. I looked at a sword and sorcery novel next, Morticai’s Luck, in “Swashbuckling with Morticai“.
The two most recent posts both concerned Joshua P. Simon, whose work I’ve reviewed on this site, here and here. “Three Military Fantasy Shorts” examined three shorter works that fill in some of the backstory in Simon’s Blood and Tears Trilogy. Then, I followed the review up this week with “An Interview with Indie Author Joshua P. Simon“, which is just what it says it is. I ask Mr. Simon a number of questions involving his work, how he got started writing, and what it’s like to be an indie author.
I’m tending to focus more on science fiction, since Amazing Stories started out as a science fiction magazine, but as you can see, I’ve included a number of fantasies.
Check out what’s going on at Amazing Stories. There’s a lot of great content being put up every day, and I’m not saying that because my name is on some of it. I’ve gotten behind, so when spring break rolls around in a couple of weeks, I’m going to be playing catch-up.
Famous Fantasy Writers in a Five-Way
And you guys in the back knock off the giggling. Geez, what I put up with.
Anyway, the story I’m talking about is “The Challenge from Beyond”, the fantasy version. I don’t have a copy of the science fiction version, which is long out of print.
I first read this story when I was in high school. I was 14 when I discovered C. L. Moore, so I couldn’t have been any younger than that, but I doubt I was older than 15. I found a beat up copy of the anthology Horrors Unkown at a yard sale and picked it up primarily on the strength of a couple of early Ray Bradbury stories I’d never heard of.
Everything else was just bonus, including a Northwest Smith story by C. L. Moore, “Werewoman”, which I’ll discuss in my series on Northwest Smith.
The lead story in the anthology was a round robin fantasy, “The Challenge From Beyond”, in which C. L. Moore, A. Merritt, H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, and Frank Belknap Long each wrote a chapter. I’ll discuss it with spoilers below.
The story was published in the September 1935 issue of The Fantasy Magazine, edited by Julius Schwartz. According to the notes in Horrors Unknown written by Sam Moskowitz, who edited the anthology, the two stories titled “The Challenge From Beyond” were written in honor of The Fantasy Magazine‘s third anniversary issue.
The science fiction story was written by Stanley G. Weinbaum, Donald Wandrei, Edward E. Smith, Harl Vincent, and Murray Leinster. I’ve not read it, nor, as I said above, have a copy of it. As a set, the reputations of the fantasy authors have fared better than those of the science fiction writers.
C. L. Moore opens the story by putting geologist George Campbell on a camping trip. Awakened by a varmit getting into his supplies, he’s about to throw a stone he picked up in the dark at the animal. He stops when realizes that what he holds in his hand isn’t a normal stone. Shining his flashlight upon it, he discovers it’s a crystal cube. It’s extremely old, with the corners almost rounded. Inside is a small plate with some type of writing on it that seems to briefly glow after he turns off his flashlight. He’s fascinated and speculates on the origin of such an artifact. He decides to wait until morning to examine the object more closely.
A. Merritt takes up the next section of the story. Of all the authors who participated in this project, Merritt is the one whose name is most likely to be unfamiliar to contemporary readers. The irony is that at the time this story was written he was the most well known, the biggest name if you will. Recently Black Gate editor John O’Neill mentioned he had obtained a copy of Merritt’s only short story collection, The Fox Woman, and said he intended to review it at some point. I’ve got a copy on my shelf. Maybe I can beat him to it. (Not likely, given my time constraints.)
Anyway, Merritt picks up the story with Campbell, not being able to get back to sleep, deciding to investigate the crystal with his flashlight. The thing does seem to glow briefly after he shines his light on it. He plays around with the crystal and his light, and suddenly he finds himself being pulled into the crystal. Merritt’s portion of the story ends with Campbell being sucked across the void. Merritt leaves it up to H. P. Lovecraft to tell the reader where he’ll end up.
Of the writers involved in this story, H. P. Lovecraft has grown the most in reputation, although Howard is seeing a resurgence. Lovecraft’s portion of the story is by far the longest. All of the other writers’ contributions are between two and three pages. Lovecraft’s is over seven. Much of it is an info dump describing a race of beings in another galaxy or universe (Lovecraft appears to use the words interchangeably). They resemble giant worm or catepillars, and early in their history they discover the means of space travel. They use this ability to conquer any races they encounter.
Their method is to send small crystals into the void, programmed to activate when they land on planets. Any life form which picks up the cube finds itself transported to the home world of the worms, while a member of that race is transported into the body of the life form. The imposter poses as a member of whichever species it has switched bodies with. Some species the worms destroy, some they simply take over the bodies. Of course, Lovecraft adds a great deal of pseudohistorical gobbledygook about occult theories from human history and such.
Lovecraft ends his portion of the story with Campbell discovering he inhabits the body of one of the worms, which Lovecraft is now describing as a centipede.
If Lovecraft essentially inserted a Lovecraft story into the tale, Robert E. Howard did the same with his portion. Campbell decides that the pleasures of humanity have bored him. He wants to live a life filled with new sensations. So he does what any Howard hero would do. He grabs a sharp instrument which the scientist in the room with him only thinks of as a scientific instrument, not a weapon, kills the scientist, and goes on a rampage.
The god worshipped by these worms/caterpillars/centipedes/whatever is a sphere. Campbell locates the room where the god is held, kills the priests, and holds the god captive until he’s made emperor.
And so it falls to Frank Belknap Long to resolve the story. He takes an interesting approach. Alternating paragraphs, he tells how the worm inhabiting Campbell’s body dies (It seems nothing can control the animal urges of a human being except a human being) and how Campbell, with the god’s aid, rules the world as a benevolent dictator.
As a story, “The Challenge From Beyond” doesn’t work especially well. Moore and Merritt’s portions fit together rather seamlessly. The problem comes in with Lovecraft and Howard. Each takes the story in an entirely different direction. Not that there’s anything wrong with this in principle, but it can be rather jarring. Especially if the character of the protagonist seems to change. Howard’s portrayal of Campbell seems at odds to that presented by Moore and Merritt.
Lovecraft really doesn’t do much with Campbell, instead using his portion of the story as an infodump. Campbell learns the history Lovecraft presents by absorbing it from the brain of the body he finds himself inhabiting. The only real problem I have with Lovecraft’s portion is the length. I think he could have left out some of his material and still had a strong, if not stronger, contribution.
I suspect the contributions of Lovecraft and Howard seem a little jarring to me because both writers had such strong personalities and distinct visions and authorial voices. When writing alone these qualities are assets. In collaboration, they can cause problems. Still part of the fun of this type of writing is to try to leave an impossible situation for the next guy to try to resolve.
Long does a good job of tying everything together except that after Campbell has gone on a killing rampage, I find him being a good and benevolent ruler a little hard to swallow. I will say that Long’s prose is strong.
Overall, this isn’t the greatest or best work of any of these authors. That’s not surprising since Moore and Merritt don’t write enough to really establish a story, and Lovecraft, Howard, and Long have to deal with what the other have left them. Still, this is a fun piece, and while definitely a product of its time, a small gem simply for who the contributors are.
“The Challenge From Beyond” is currently available in Adventures in Science Fantasy by Robert E. Howard and published by the Robert E. Howard Foundation Press.
Blogging Northwest Smith: Scarlet Dream
“Scarlet Dream”
C. L. Moore
This post contains content of an adult nature and is not suitable for younger readers. You have been warned.
“Scarlet Dream” is the third Northwest Smith story. In terms of sexually charged imagery, it’s the most explicit of the ones so far, hence the warning above. (My discussions of “Shambleau” and “Black Thirst” can be found here andhere.) There will be spoilers, as well. You’ve been doubly warned.
When the story opens, Smith is wandering through the Lakkmanda Market on Mars. The name has a decidedly Leigh Brackett feel to it. “Scarlet Dream” was published in 1934, predating Brackett’s Mars by a few years, but still I can’t help wondering if Brackett was influenced a bit by the name.
Smith spies a shawl with an intricate pattern consisting of a scarlet thread woven in a blue and green background. The Martian vendor displaying tells Smith the thing gives him a headache, and he sells it to Smith for a good price.
After he returns to his quarters, Smith tries to trace the pattern on the shawl, gives up, covers himself with it, and goes to sleep. Sometime in the night he begins dreaming that he’s walking up a mist enshrouded stair. He soon loses sight of the bottom.
Eventually he is nearly run over by a young girl with long orange hair, wearing a short shift, and covered in blood. She babbles something about some type of monster killing her sister. Smith manages to calm her enough to carry her to the top of the stairs. Once there he takes her into a side room, sets her on a stone bench, and gets a little more explanation from her.
The girl, who is never named, tells Smith that he’s dreaming but that he’s entered a dream world that can only be exited by death or by a fate worse than dying. Most of Smith’s questions are answered along the lines of “We find it best not to think/ask/do that.” This includes trying to leave or learn new things. Indeed, it’s only when Smith eventually decides to leave that the monster shows up and attacks him. But that comes later.
One of the things she tells him is that no one has ever gone down the stairs he came up. She only went down the stairs in a panic. Why Smith doesn’t at some point try to retrace his steps is never explained. But if he did, then there would be no story.
Smith and the girl are in giant temple, and she leads him outside to a lake and a small shrine containing two cots, two blankets, and a few clothes. It’s completely open to the air, but since the temperature never changes, that’s not a problem.
The trees seem to bend towards them, and the grass certainly does. Smith eventually learns that if a person stands barefoot in the grass for long, it will begin sucking blood through the feet. The trees are implied to be flesh eating.
Smith sits with the girl beside the lake, drifts off, and comes to as night is falling. Moore implies that at this point Smith engages the girl in sex. Regular sex between them is implied, with the word “kiss” and its variations being a euphemism for more than a kiss. In spite of the raciness of the covers Farnsworth Wright selected for Weird Tales, the contents tended to be squeaky clean. One of Robert E. Howard’s early Conan stories was rejected because Wright felt Conan took too many liberties with a young lady. (My opinion of that can be found here.)
Where Moore engages in some serious sexual imagery is when the girl shows Smith the only source of food. She takes him to a hall in the temple in which there are people “eating”. That there are other people present is mentioned more than once, but this is the only time we see them. Smith has no interaction with them. In fact, they’re only mentioned in a few sentences, basically as backdrop.
The way people eat is they kneel before spigots in the wall, spigots that curve upwards. What they drink from the spigots is blood, with the hint that it contains some addictive substance. Once Smith realizes what he’s drinking, he’s repulsed but finds himself returning the next day. Moore goes into details describing how pleasant and yet repulsive feeding is, dwelling on the taste.
Now I don’t know what mental picture you get, but what comes to my mind now is the same thing that came to mind when I was 15. Fellatio, although I had not encountered that word at the time. It’s hard to escape that image. The posture of kneeling, along with Moore deliberately stating that the spigots curve upward from the wall, leave little room for any other conclusion. What I have to wonder is what Wright thought about this imagery, or if he even noticed it. I doubt we’ll ever know. Smith comes to enjoy the feeding more than the girl, although he never completely overcomes his revulsion of it.
Smith eventually spies mountains through the surrounding mist, attempts to leave, is attacked by the monster, and drives it off with his blaster. It’s at this point that the girl tells Smith she would rather lose him to the fate worse than death than through death at the hand of the monster. She helps him get home, although he doesn’t realize what’s happening until it’s too late.
Smith awakens to find his partner Yarol and a doctor leaning over him. Smith has been in a coma for a week. Seems Smith can’t be left alone to wander about on Mars without getting into trouble. Yarol gave the shawl away while Smith was out. The pattern was giving him a headache.
This is the third Northwest Smith story, and other than “Shambleau”, it’s the one that has stuck out the most in my mind since I first read the series nearly 30 years ago. Again, I’m struck by how graphic the sexual imagery is in these stories. If my parents had known what I was reading….
Moore seems to have a theme of vampirism going as well. In the first story, the vampire fed on life essence, in the second beauty, and now the grass actually drinks blood.
I’m going to continue this series. The post on “Black Thirst” is in the top 10 most viewed posts I’ve done. Stay tuned. There’s more to come. Or should that be Moore to come?
The Return of Cora Oglesby
She Returns from War
Lee Collins
Angry Robot Books
UK Print
ISBN: 9780857662743
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ISBN: 9780857662750
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ISBN: 9780857662767
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You might recall from my review that I loved The Dead of Winter, the novel that introduced monster hunter Cora Oglesby. It was an action packed weird western with a number of supernatural menaces, not the least were some vampires that most decidedly did not glitter.
Well, Cora Oglesby is back. That in and of itself is a good thing. This is Collins’ second novel, and it’s going to be subject to the scrutiny most second novels get: Is it as good as its predecessor, or is the author a one trick pony?
I can say for sure that Lee Collins is not a one trick pony. But is She Returns from War as good as The Dead of Winter? That’s a tricky question to answer, and it’s tricky precisely for the reason that Collins isn’t a one trick pony. Allow me to explain. Continue reading












