I recently received word that there is now an American website where you can order Viking Norway, which I reviewed here.
Fair warning for those with weak hearts: The price is steep.
The webmaster tells me you can get a lower price if you go for economy shipping.
They’re still seeking an American co-publisher who could help produce a less expensive domestic edition.
Update: I note that I didn’t actually provide the link to the new Sagabok site. I have remedied that omission.
This ought to be my last post in this series on swords. As you’ve doubtless noticed, it hasn’t been a sword series so much as a Viking sword series. This has doubtless been a disappointment to the shamshir and falcata fans out there, but it has the virtue of keeping me to material I know (or think I know). And I’ve found that in general I speak with more authority when I’m talking about things I actually know (or think I know).
The purpose of a sword, it goes without saying, is to severely injure or kill another man. For all the romance of the sword, its use actually works out in serious practice to mean severed muscle, spouting arterial blood, and unreeled intestines.
It’s nasty. Continue reading On swords III: Swords in battle
Thanks to Dale for sharing this link.
Ain’t it great to live in a rational world, where the old, dogmatic religious superstitions have been swept away?
One thing not generally known about swords, but cruelly understood by sword owners, is that the darn things are highly prone to injury and premature death.
This is probably another reason for the historical rarity of swords. Aside from being expensive and impractical for the average guy, swords are high maintenance.
One of the trials of being a Viking reenactor is that people come around and ask to look at your sword (or don’t ask, which is extremely irritating [and dangerous for them]), and then they unsheathe it and pick it up with both hands, one around the grip and the other grasping the blade.
The same blade which you have spent hours polishing with oil and steel wool, to get some previous idiot’s fingerprints off it. Continue reading On swords II: The vulnerability of swords
J. Mark Bertrand writes about following the rules for writing. “The problem with the rules . . . is that they focus on the means rather than the ends. Remember, it’s all about the illusion, so why should we quibble with how it’s pulled off? You don’t berate the magician at the county fair for passing his swords through his barely-clad assistant in the wrong way. So long as it looks convincing and nobody gets killed, he’s pulled off the trick. . . .
“Ignoring the rules isn’t going to keep you from success, so long as you create and sustain the illusion.”
Now that I’m an author with a publisher again, and have achieved the heights of fortune and public adulation, what shall I do next?
I shall talk about swords. That’s a subject everyone’s interested in.
Every guy, anyway.
I suppose there are guys out there who don’t like swords. But I’ve never talked to one.
Feminists and psychologists—especially feminist psychologists—scoff at this. They make snide remarks about symbolism and compensation. They speak slightingly of swordfighting as a symbolic competition in virility.
You know what? Who cares? The only reason they sneer is because they can’t do it themselves.
I shall tell you all I know about swords. It will probably take a few posts to do that, and I’m not even an expert. Continue reading On swords I: The prestige of the sword
A while ago I told you I’d come to an agreement with a publisher, and promised more details to come. Since then I’ve been silent on the subject, and you’ve doubtless assumed that a) I’m delusional, or b) the deal had fallen through.
In fact it simply took a while to work out the details.
Yesterday I signed a contract with Nordskog Publishing of Ventura, California to publish the next volume in the Saga of Erling Skjalgsson. The book is titled (for now) West Oversea, and it ought to be released in very early 2009.
Nordskog is a new publishing house with only a handful of books on its list so far. I’ll be one of its first fiction authors. I hope that this will enable them to give my book more attention in terms of promotion and distribution than has sometimes been my experience in the past.
I’ll keep you posted as the process continues.
Russian soldiers have been seen capturing Georgian soldiers and taking American Humvees out of a Black Sea port. This comes after a week of sightings of Russians destroying Georgian equipment in the city.
The title of this post probably suggested to you one of two things. Either I’m going to make fun of some leftist academic who derides western literature and education as a tool of capitalist oppressors, or I’m going to attack some work of literature that seems to me totalitarian in its ideas.
I’m going to do neither. I’m going to talk about the history of literacy. Because it’s a fact, I believe, that historically, literacy has been a tool of tyranny (Bear with me. It moves on from there). Continue reading Literacy as a tool of tyranny
Good news—I purchased a bottle of Old Spice aftershave today, and found they had made an almost, sort-of return to the old sailing ship bottles. I mourned the loss of the old ship art some time back, here.
Clearly my influence is greater than I suspected, because now I find we have a new package for “Old Spice Classic.” I looked at their web site, and see no sign that it’s a special edition. It seems to be the new design, and it’s a definite step backward (which is always, needless to say, a good thing).
The new aftershave bottle features the Old Spice name run vertically up the right-hand side, and there’s a teeny-weeny little silhouette of a genuine sailing ship, not the yuppie yacht that’s been inflicted on us over the last decade or more.
Actually, the new bottle is kind of ugly. It’s plastic, not glass, and the ship is a little red silhouette, not the lovely blue line drawing that used to suggest scrimshaw on the tooth-shaped bottle.
But it’s a ship, by golly. I’m gonna stock up, before they change their minds about it.
This, I believe, is a harbinger of better times ahead. Sanity is returning. Our culture is stepping back from the abyss.
I believe this because I’m stupid.