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Summary: Son of Thud and Blunder: Conan lives! (Sort of)
Comment: Now hear the words of the singer~
Yea, in long-ago times in a strange and distant land called Texas there lived a tall and mighty-thewed man of Clan Howard. Robert E. his mother called him but his true name and calling was Hack.
Oh, a mighty Hack was he, a true paladin of Weird Tales, and peer of the eldritch sorceror that men (some with dead hands fumbling at their coat) name as Lovecraft.
In those days, there was a dread plague upon the land called Depression. Robert E. of the Howards devoted his days to fighting off this vile bane, using a mystic weapon called a typewriter to create fierce heroes. So skilled was Robert E., the mighty Hack, and so popular his fiercest creation, a grim Cimmerian named Conan, that Clan Howard--by then reduced to Robert E. and his mother--became the richest clan in their county in legend-soaked Texas, even more wealthy, if we are to believe the ancient biographer-bard deCamp, than the master moneylenders at the nearby banks!
But, with mighty hacks and tall warriors, as with us all, the gleaming, golden days must end. The great Hack's mother died and Robert E. despondently laid her to rest. Then, in the woe-laden words of the biographer-bard, the tall, mighty-thewed Robert E. of the Howards "blew his silly brains out."
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Howard was a consummate professional writer of stories for pulp magazines. If a story didn't fit in one pulp, Howard would recast it for another. If he couldn't sell a Conan story, he'd rewrite it as a tale of, say, a Puritan adventurer in the 17th Century--or vice versa. He wrote his series of short stories about the adventures of Conan in no particular chronological order and definitely without excessive interest in internal consistency. If memory serves me correctly, there was just one short novel. All of these things appeared in evanescent pulp magazines. None had achieved the dignity of book publication at the time he committed suicide.
After his death, fans remembered his stories. After World War II, some returning veterans put money and hopes into small, specialist publishing houses. One of them that survived long enough to create an appreciable body of published work was called Gnome Press. It was run by an old fan of the pulp Conan. He decided to publish the stories and hired one of the more polished pulp writers, L. Sprague deCamp, to put them into some kind of order and to eliminate the more glaring inconsistancies. DeCamp did that. He discovered unpublished Conan stories, too, as well as stories with other heroes that could be converted into Conan stories. And so it all began: book publication, modified stories, pastiches, new stories created out of whole cloth, comic books, yea, even unto Schwarzenegger!
This book represents what I suppose might be described as third or fourth generation Conanania: stories set in Howard's Hyborean Age with Conan as a mere background figure. In particular, here the middle-aged Conan is fairly freshly settled on the throne of Aquilonia, while the focus of the tale is upon a younger Aquilonian nobleman and warrior. His name is Nermesa, and he's a younger, wetter (in Margaret Thatcher's sense), slightly more polished, noticeably less self-confident version of Conan, himself. He sets out to make a name for himself as a soldier on Aquilonia's western frontier, facing the always savage, eternally treacherous Picts.
Howard was a master hack. He made his readers believe in his glowering Cimmerian because he believed in him. I think that Howard cast Conan as a true wish-fulfillment figure. Conan was the invincible hero that Howard most desired to be. Such was the power of Howard's spell that readers were caught up in it. We were there. We believed--at least for the moment--when the crucified Conan fought off carrion birds with his bare teeth, or wrestled hand-to-hand with a giant ape of near-human intelligence, or wrangled with circles of evil sorcerors.
None of Howard's successors ever quite caught that obsessive quality. DeCamp was too intelligent, too sane, too ironic, too distant for all-out heroics. Carter's heart was in the right place, but he came up short on wordsmithing skills. And so on, down to Richard A. Knaak, the author of the book under present consideration. Knaak is by no means the worst to set his hand to the Hyborean Age, but he is still plainly very much a journeyman writer and far from being a glorious master-hack of Howard's stature.
This book, "The God in the Moon," is ostensibly a novel but it is constructed as a set of short stories or novelettes arranged in a continuous narrative. This is fair enough, and corresponds to the working methods of Howard and other great pulp writers, such as Dashiell Hammett. Still, I'd prefer a book-length story to have a book-length structure.
Knaak has yet to polish his craft. I said that Howard could make a reader believe. What, then, are we to make of passages such as this one?
"Nermesa released his grip ... but Khalak did not. To his horror, Nermesa followed the villain over. The black ground outside the estate raced up to meet him....
"The landing was jarring, nearly bone-breaking, but it did not kill the Aquilonian or even knock him unconscious. Stunned from the landing, Nermesa at first did not know why he had survived ... until he looked down to discover the angry eyes of Khalak staring up at him.
"Or rather ... staring up at nothing.
"Khalak's head was bent at an impossible angle, and his arms were splayed to his sides. The crooked smile was fiorever branded on his face. He wqas the miracle that had preserved Nermesa, for the half-breed had cushioned his fall.
"Unfortunately for Khalak, doing so had cost him his own life." [Page 169]
Unfortunate, indeed. No, I do not believe, not the way Howard would have forced me at least momentarily to believe. All I hear is the dull thud of the writer's leaden words falling to earth.
Still, this is not a bad story, certainly no worse than many. I give it three stars as a first effort, with hope for better to come.
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Summary: Not great, but not horrible either.
Comment: The Age of Conan series so far have been ok, and this one follows along in that vein of okness. Story goes along well, writing style is ok. The character is kinda iffy, a little emo for the Hyborian age. And there were a few glaring typos/issues. Like the name of the king Conan usuped the throne from was consistantly misspelled, and the Bossonian Marches weren't an independant country within Aquilonia in the Howard stories. And some math was a little off, in regards to number of soliders. None of these are huge flaws, just things that a Conan fanatic might grumble about. But, even with the flaws, the story is a good read, Conan acts like Conan in his small parts in the book, and it's generally fun. I'll probably read the other two when I happen to pick them up.
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Summary: Pretty good
Comment: I'm a fan of the original REH Conan books, not the later authors. Because this book was about someone other than Conan, I thought I'd give it a try, and it turned out to be pretty good overall. The author even does Conan justice, in my opinion, in his brief appearances. (minor spoiler warning)
It does have a few things that may knock down your suspension of disbelief, however. For example, there is an award introduced called the "Lion Cross." It has no cross, not to mention the fact that the story takes place about 10,000 years before the crucifixion of anyone of note.
He is arranged to wed a beautiful, rich noblewoman, whom he ends up turning down because he basically "doesn't like" her.
And, despite the character being a noble aspiring to be a knight and member of the royal guards, his personality rings of 20th century pacifism and post honor culture.
He turns out to disdain any honors awarded him for his own actions, and virtually falls into a quivering lump of moral confusion about combat and killing, even if forced to kill murderous flesh eating savages and traitors who are trying to kill him and his men by horrible means; a very odd thing for one groomed to be a professional warrior in a medieval/classicalesque honor culture of violence.
On the upside, it is a good read, and I think it won't dissapoint most REH fans. The story doesn't involve any fabulous unnatural monsters or powerful sorcerors. There isn't even any magic involved (well, maybe some subtle things, easily explained away), lending a fairly realistic environment, as opposed to most Hyborean pastiche authors. The main character gradually gets whipped into proper shape through his soldiery experience throughout the book as well, and becomes less dissapointing towards the very end of the book.
I recommend it personally.
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Summary: Good story
Comment: I've read this book and the second in the series. I'm impressed. I bought them on a whim, and what a good whim it was.
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Summary: Action packed, and a GREAT story line
Comment: I think this auther knows conan and his world. I've been waiting a long time for it to come out, and when i got it I never wanted to put it down. Every chapter kept me on the edge of my feet. Trust me if you are a true conan fan this is one for the money.
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