I’ve been reading the A Song of Ice and Fire books, since I feel like I should before I start blogging that.
One chapter begins, “A white book sat on a white table in a white room.”
George R.R. Martin is no Terrance Dicks, clearly.
So, what are your impressions, thoughts, or histories with Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire? What sort of audience am I actually writing to here when I get to this next mad folly of mine?
Currently working on: The Secret Doctor Who Project and the Logopolis book
Post of the Week: Stealth Prophecy, but really the entire run of the V for Vendetta chapter so far. My concession, as it were, to clarity – I felt like I should continue the sort of frenzied high that the Swamp Thing chapter became, and just do nearly six straight posts of close-reading before crashing into an equal and opposite digression. Which starts now, obviously, and goes through… some varied and idiosyncratic places. If you like Antonin Artaud or Enid Blyton, you are going to enjoy the next few weeks.