M.S. Sutton’s new novel, Central Park, in the Fall, is a satisfying read all around. Pap, the main character, starts off in your average everyday post-apocalyptic wasteland inhabited by telepathic tabbies and psychotic traders. But it’s not all fun and games: Pap’s baby sister is soon kidnapped, his caretaker killed, and there’s a sinister presence slowly devouring the very souls of all who dwell within the city. Naturally, it’s up to Pap to save the day—or, rather, the universe. With the help of a crotchety witch and wizard duo, our teenage hero discovers that he must learn to bend the rules of space and time if he’s to make things right. And he does bend the rules. If one world doesn’t agree with him, he simply steps into another, past and present, in a game of cat and mouse that will ultimately pit him against the most evil of all evils.
There’s a lot here that will attract teenage readers and RPG gamers, though Central Park packs enough of a punch to lure older readers as well. Fans of furry / anthro lit will get their kicks from Eona, Pap’s humanoid love interest—and there’s enough humor amidst the horror to take the edge off an otherwise ominous premise. The plot is not overly weighted by philosophical details; likewise, as this is a dark fantasy novel, there is gore, but it’s added as a garnish.
Overall, a freaky-fun and fulfilling treat from M.S. Sutton.
@ Uncategorized # central, fall, park, review
Apparently the cover photograph for my new chapbook, Babe, is in violation of the MySpace TOS (terms of service):
Naked mannequins! Featureless breasts! A subdued mons! That’s about as much “detail” as anything you’d find in a Marvel comic book, where the heroines are pretty much naked female bodybuilders with costumes spray-painted on their bodies. But apparently the above picture is a naughty no-no, and has been declared by the MySpace staff to be more disturbing than, say, what’s posted on Carlton Mellick’s profile page, because his naked Satan Burger woman squatting over a dinner plate is still up, untouched. I suppose I should have known that the intonation of a woman defecating onto a plate is more socially acceptable than a benign photograph of a quartet of nude mannequins standing around waiting to be clothed.
(Or perhaps I merely have yet to reach the friend-count that has allowed Mr. Mellick freedom with his various eccentricities.)
Ah, my first TOS violation. I have arrived. ;)
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I saw The Simpsons Movie over the weekend, and, despite the noticeable absence of Mr. Burns outside of a brief cameo, I was quite satisfied. Some highlights: Green Day die in the first five minutes; Bart goes skateboarding around town in the nude (earning the reaction from Ralph, “I like men now!”); Homer gives everyone the bird (how long I’ve waited for genuine The Simpsons profanity!); Ned Flanders makes hot chocolate (much funnier than you’d think). The animation was fantastic, too, particularly in the angry mob scene, where pretty much every character in Springfield is carrying a lighted torch. I can’t imagine what the animators went through putting that together, but it paid off.
So, I’m a The Simpsons fan again. :)
But South Park still rocks my world:
My head size and sweatshirt color are both spot-on
That’s me, as envisioned by the Flash character generator at The Original SP-Studio web site.
My deviantART journal backlog turned up a great entry by Marcus Ranum on female nudes and their inspiration. The “Dirty Old Man” in me whole-heartedly agrees with the sex factor. Indeed, much of my own writing is nothing more than prurient naughtiness dressed up as science fiction. Sure, Starship Earth explored the nature of emotional relationships—but it was also sexy as hell to imagine Jocelyn and Tinah running around with their titillating parts in plain view.
So, now you know. ;)
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