R. Scott Bakker's Blog, page 46

Daily Aphorism: When you look at markets in terms of bargainers with disparate bargaining power, the right wing argument starts to sound like: The best way to 'free' the little fish is to take the muzzles off the sharks.

It's a good thing the World Cup only comes around every four years. My guess is that genuine fans are simply numb to all the theatrics, but to someone with a hockey sensibility, it is the sport of whiners, wimps, and fakers. I want to be a fan, but…

Otherwise, I thought it...

Daily Aphorism: Writing is the most cowardly form of activism. Crucial, but cowardly all the same. Of all the kinds of murderers, the one most analogous to writers would be the poisoner.

I'm always aiming for that point in the middle – the 'magical middle,' you might say – where the draw of popular narrative forms will carry a plurality of readers through content they might otherwise find troubling. Because The Disciple of the Dog is my second non-fantasy work, I've spent quite some time...

Daily Aphorism: Five clever men equal twenty fools. Four for each.

I took a couple days off to celebrate finishing the first exhaustive rewrite of The White-Luck Warrior. Still lots of buffing and polishing to do, but it's always a massive relief to get past the 'white page phase.' The irony, of course, is that I'll be praying for more white pages once I'm a month or two into the copy-edits and proofs.

Some of you might have noticed that I haven't been all that forthcoming with book news. This ...

Aphorism of the Day: An author's blog is like a peek up a transvestite's skirt. Instead of something special, all you find is another dick.

Happy belated 4th of July to all you Americans.

Since self-satisfied piety is the order of the day for so many Canadians these days I thought I would take some time out to – surprise-surprise – dissent.

I lived in Nashville, TN for some three years while I studied at that bastion of southern privilege, Vanderbilt. This was during the height of the Monica...

So I had planned to follow John Barber's installments on the future of the book in The Globe and Mail, but I've been finding them… uninspiring. Instead, I've been thinking of how I might turn this blog into something that actually aggravates the literati, instead of simply snickering behind their back. I was thinking I might run a regular spoof of some holier-than-thou literary journal like the Kenyon review, see if I can't entice someone into a good old fashioned debate on what, if...