Perhaps the title of this installment will create some inappropriate ads from Google. A combination of the title words could definitely call up some bad stuff. One might say I should choose another title, but this one just fits.
Long, long ago, I read a fair amount of fantasy in the “Olde English Renaissance Faire” mold, but I very quickly became bored of elves, orcs, dwarves and their ilk. I realize that it can be done well, and have enjoyed some of the genre, but I do prefer my fantasy more subtle, more magical realist really. Nothing in a fantasy novel turns me off more than a series of ridiculous names and a plot that follows the Lord of the Rings/Star Wars arc. In this strip, I sympathize with wannabe writer Kirby seeing drivel like this particular prose succeed.
I’m not sure if Kirby is much better, but I believe he’s more widely read and would strive for more than a stitched-together string of nonsense and fantasy cliches. We’ll see. Who knows if he’ll get a chance to write at all, considering what’s waiting him back home at the library. Honestly, you don’t think Connie and Frankenstein’s creature will be gone when he gets home from work, do you? That would be wasting a fun setup.
By the way, if you want to know who I’m particularly poking at in this strip, let’s just say he’s a writer who got a lot of attention for his young age. The editors, some reviewers, and many readers seemed in awe that he could churn out a large book at his tender years. Never mind that it wasn’t very good. Most reviewers noticed that when his second book arrived (one magazine awarded it Worst Novel of the Year). If you still aren’t sure who I’m talking about, read the first two paragraphs again, paying special attention to the beginning of each sentence.
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