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The Haunting of Pemberley House

pemberley-coversmallThere was only one man who could write a pulp homage to gothic romance, dragging in references from Jane Austen to Edgar Rice Burroughs, from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle to Lester Dent, and beyond, while making it deliciously naughty.
And that man was, of course, the late lamented Philip José Farmer.
The Evil in Pemberley House by Farmer and Win Scott Eckert – who completed the novel based on Farmer’s outline and notes – is exactly that: a P.J. Farmer tour de force featuring subtle (and not-so-subtle) references and tongue-in-cheek plot twists, feeding both the old master and his readers’ obsession for the pulps and the icons of popular literature.

The plot in brief: Pat Wildman, daughter of world famous adventurer/crimefighter Doc Wildman, moves to England after the loss of her parents. She has inherited old Pemberley House, with its ghosts and its curses, and carries a number of unresolved issues herself.
But what is happening really in Pemberley House, and what connections have the events that Pat is witnessing with the history of her family? Continue reading


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Barbarian mirth: Ronal the Barbarian

Had lots of fun, a few nights back, watching Ronal the Barbarian, a Danish animation movie released in 2011.
It was the perfect end to a few weeks spent re-watching old sword & sorcery movies1, and a wonderful discovery.

The 90 minutes feature is basically what Pixar would do if Pixar movie characters were allowed to wear next to nothing and say f#ck a lot… and it is absolutely a hoot.

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Chasing Lost Voices

lost voicesSunday morning I woke up early and I watched a movie, a Japanese anime from 2011.
As it often happens with Japanese animation products, the film goes under a number of different titles.
The original Hoshi o Ou Kodomo literally means Children who chase stars, but the film is best known as Children who chase lost voices or as Travel to Agartha.
And now you can probably see the reason for my interest – Agartha being one of the great legends that haunt the Silk Road and Central Asia.

The film was written and directed by Makoto Shinkai, a young director with a number of short animations in his name. The feature is very Miyazaki-like in tone and setting, and this is quite fine with me. Continue reading


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Other People’ Pulps: War Eagles

Every day I’m posting later… this August thing will kill me.
Also, I’m spending so much time writing and translating, that I don’t have the time to do anything really interesting and Karavansara-worthy. And I know that talking about my writing is not the best way to entertain you guys out there.
So, what about eagle-riding Vikings versus the Nazis, in the sky over Manhattan?

Ah, I knew this would catch your attention. Continue reading


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Other People’s Pulps: Segrelles

When I was a kid, I did not read fantasy.
OK, I did read the Arabian Nights, Alice in Wonderland, and a few books of folk stories and fables, but when it came to novels, I was a science fiction reader since the tender age of ten, with a side interest in mysteries (and I still am, actually, mostly a SF reader).
Fantasy was basically old sword & sandal movies, and little else, to me and my friends.

The very first time I realized there was this genre of fiction featuring warriors and monsters and beautiful, scantly-clad women in strange exotic locales, was when I discovered the works of Spanish painter and comic artist Vicente Segrelles, and his character, The Mercenary.

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I was fourteen or thereabouts. The age of discovery.
For me, Segrelles came before Frazetta, and Buscema, and Adams, and Alcala, and Robert E. Howard.
I saw his paintings, and I was hooked for life1. Continue reading


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Other People’s Pulps: Marco Polo

Beyond The Black Stump-1I live at the borders of the empire.
Beyond the black stump, like that old Nevill Shute novel, but without the fiery redhead that graces the old Pan paperback.
In my 900-souls village there are people that were born after the war and never was farther than 80 kilometers from the main square of this place.
The web is slow and erratic, we see seven of the few dozens digital TV channels for which we pay a stiff yearly fee, the trains don’t stop in this town and cell-phone reception is better, probably, in the depth of the basin of the Congo.
This is really the back of beyond.

All this to say that I have good excuses for having missed Marco Polo, that looks exactly like the kind of show I might love, and I should cover on Karavansara…

No, really – I completely missed this.

But of course, no Netflix hereabouts – not on a 70K copper cable connection. Continue reading