Robert Jackson Bennett, author of City of Stairs, wrote author notes for the book:
Every once in a while – mostly due to reader comments – I find myself wondering if the present tense is worth writing in. But the opening sequence to this chapter dispels any such thoughts from my mind.
Seriously, I forgot how fucking creepy Jukov is.
Libby is a nice way to browse the San Francisco Public Library‘s collection of eBooks and audiobooks. It has a lot of rough edges. It makes up for it with the send-to-Kindle feature so I can read borrowed books on a proper screen.
Age of Swords comes out next week, but that didn’t stop this Barnes & Noble from putting it out early. If I were willing to go non-digital I’d be reading it right now.
I’m looking forward to Iron Gold. It’s the fourth book of the Red Rising series which explores distant future humans splintered into sub-groups with one dominant over the solar system.
You might need to know the characters to truly appreciate, but in Scott Lynch’s Gentleman Bastard series, these quotes made me chuckle.
From The Lies of Locke Lamora:
“Bug,” Calo said, “Locke is like a brother to us, and our love for him has no bounds. But the four most fatal words in the Therin language are ‘Locke would appreciate it.'”
“Rivaled only by ‘Locke taught me a new trick,'” added Galdo.
And from Red Seas Under Red Skies:
“What? How dare I contemplate what you were going to do to me? You self-righteous strutting cock, I’ll–”
“What?” shouted Jean.
“I’ll throw myself at you, and you’ll beat the shit out of me,” said Locke. “And then you’ll feel awful! How about that, huh?”
Science fiction has always been my favorite genre. I enjoy imagining possible futures and I’ve never stopped wondering what changes may happen in my lifetime.
The mysterious worlds of the future always held such potential that I rarely strayed from the genre. I started reading simple novels by Isaac Asimov and grew into reading hard sci-fi like Alastair Reynolds where the thick story and technology are enrapturing.
Fantasy is similar, but different. Instead of imagining the future, you’re compelled to imagine something potentially in parallel. It could be our past, our future, or another world entirely, with any kind of supernatural circumstances.
Continue reading “Getting into fantasy”
I thought jailbreaking would be required to install custom fonts on the Kindle Paperwhite, but a recent Kindle firmware update silently added support for accessing custom fonts.
This writeup walks through installing custom fonts on a few devices. A few simple steps will get you through it:
- Mount the Paperwhite.
- Create the file
USE_ALT_FONTS in the mounted volume.
- Create the folder
fonts in the mounted volume, and add fonts consisting of all the following (where
Font is the name of your font):
.otf is also supported for the files)
- Restart the device (Hamburger > Settings > Hamburger > Restart)
- You may need to clear the font cache by searching on the home screen for
;fc-cache and then restarting.
You can find your Mac’s fonts in one of a few places:
Although I love reading in Georgia, it doesn’t render wonderfully on the Paperwhite, so the hunt is on for better typography.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (via Contact):
It is not impossible that to some infinitely superior being the whole universe may be as one plain, the distance between planet and planet being only the pores in a grain of sand, and the spaces between system and system no greater than the intervals between one grain and the grain adjacent.
I started off reading eBooks from the Amazon Kindle store. As time has progressed, I’ve found myself using my physical Kindle less and less. Partly because I forget to charge it, and partly because I can never get the lighting in my favorite reading locations quite right. And at night? Forget about it.
Continue reading “Migrating from Kindle to iBooks”
From Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand:
James: What are you after?
James: Don’t you have enough?
Francisco: In his lifetime, every one of my ancestors raised the production of d’Anconia Copper by about ten per cent. I intend to raise it by one hundred.
James: What for?
Francisco: When I die, I hope to go to heaven–whatever the hell that is–and I want to be able to afford the price of admission.
James: Virtue is the price of admission.
Francisco: That’s what I mean, James. So I want to be prepared to claim the greatest virtue of all–that I was a man who made money.
James: Any grafter can make money.
Francisco: James, you ought to discover some day that words have an exact meaning.