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I don't think you people are sufficiently grateful that the worst I link to are OSC essays
Do not click on this link. Clicking on it will make you sad.

If you click on this, Tinkerbell will die.

memetic prophylactic recommended.

I thought I was prepared.

I was not prepared.

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After a point I really didn't like

what he was writing, ESPECIALLY the Xanth books. I feel like he lied a lot and reading his stuff just left a distasteful feel in my mind.

Never got this far into it or I just would have been enraged.

Yikes. Gotta go wash my hands now, wish I could find the bottle o' brain bleach.

Re: After a point I really didn't like

I couldn't even get through Chthon, actually. I was about 13, read the brief and rather fade-outed (but still really hideous) rape scene and just felt upset after.

Too late. I have hradzka on my flist.

Nothing could have prepared me.

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it has been brought to my attention that this is far from the worst thing Piers Anthony has ever written

I can imagine an essay in which that sentence is truthfully repeated a dozen or so times.

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I didn't click through.

So there.


I, er, recommend that for sanity's sake you phase Piers Anthony off your reading list, if he was on it.

It's like reading the rats scene in 1984 from the rats' point of view. If only someone had warned me...

I am not sad. I am wondering where he lives and if he'd like a visit from someone who owns her own sword.

Don't bother, he's already been punished enough. He lives in /Florida/


I knew I was in for sickness the moment I saw Anthony's name. I remember reading Orn/Ox/Omnivore and being intrigued and disappointed, then Macroscope and thinking "man, this guy's twisted" and "man, he's onto something," and then finally ceased reading him somewhere around the Incarnations of Immortality, which showed him heading in the hack direction.

That said, given what I write, what he wrote there doesn't impress or upset me. It's just words.

And here I thought Mightygodking was exaggerating. Guess not.

Pass the brain bleach, please, when you're done with it.

I was pretty sure I knew what was coming. I came to Xanth like every other teenager, and then trekked through the Incarnations of Immortality, and landed in Bio of a Space Tyrant before my VC Andrews-trained literary nerves gave way.

The ick is strong. :(

I never read Firefly, but the Caterpillar's Question was one more nail in Anthony's coffin. A 13 year old disabled girl ends up in a relationship with a much old artist.

Some day I will learn my lesson and not click.

Oh, you can bet I followed that link. And then I tracked down a copy of Firefly.

A pirated e-book, mind. I'm not the sort of person who's willing to go through that much pain just for a really awesome train wreck.

Converting it to something greppable so that I could skip directly to the good part revealed to me gets worse and worse AND WORSE. Here, you might want to close your eyes for the next part. This is a five year old girl talking, remember, and I've rot13ed it so you only have yourself to blame for this next bit:

'V jnag gb trg vg va,' fur vafvfgrq. 'V jnag gb or n erny jbzna fb Qnqql jvyy yvxr zr.'

Aaaaand that's where I completely stopped regretting borrowing all of the Piers Anthony books I ever read from the library instead of purchasing them.

Is that vg the vg that I think vg is? Because, if so, eeeewwwwwwwwwww.

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I remember thinking of Xanth as a trilogy, because at the time I first encountered it there were in fact three Xanth books out. I remember being excited with a fourth one appeared. Then gradually less and less enthused with each successive book.

I don't remember exactly when I jumped off the train... somewhere around eight or nine, I think. Nothing I have heard from any source has made me regret that decision in any way whatsoever.

Although I do admit to a morbid albeit vague curiosity about whichever Anthony book it was where the protagonist gets fitted with multiple prosthetic penises. It was described to me as being rather like one of the old Infocom games: he encountered a series of obstacles and challenges, each one of which required the imaginative use of a different penis to solve. So far I've resisted the urge -- granted, it's a very small urge -- to put any effort into seeking out this book, which is probably for the best.

<small voice> I may have read that one. Was it a whole novel? I thought it was just a short story but maybe I skim-read it very quickly in increasing disbelief that people were able to publish that kind of thing. I remember very little about it, which is certainly for the best.

Some of his short stories have stuck with me: they were so close to being things that I'd really like, apart from how they veered off into Oh whoa, that's really disturbing territory.

I quite like Donald Kingsbury, but he does have a thing about sex with immature females. There's group sex with a recently-purchased underage female in _Courtship Rites_; there's a young girl who flirts with older men in _The Moon Goddess and the Son_; there's another incredibly self-possessed young female who taunts an older man with her sexuality in _Psychohistorical Crisis_.

Hmmm - I've read Courtship Rites, and I don't remember the girl being so underage that it induced my "OMGWTF is this, I don't even" squick factor. But I haven't read it in a while, so my memory is no doubt faulty. How old was she?

Haven't read anything else by him, though.


I got into fanzine fandom in the 70s, and Piers Anthony was the one pro who disgusted me so much with his fannish writings that I couldn't bring myself to read even his interesting-looking fiction. It wasn't sexual creepiness (which I don't believe he did much of in his zine writings) but an insistence on starting feuds for the pettiest of reasons. As Dave Langford has noted, But What of Earth, a novel with Anthony's remarks about his difficulties with Laser Books on the original edition, is "a nonfiction Pale Fire." It may actually cause the reader to sympathize with Roger Elwood.

I clicked, but my eyeballs refused to point at the quoted blocks of text.

Next time, can we have a unicorn chaser, please?

I think Mr Jacobs is lucky he started publishing in the 1960s; there's some kind of grandfather clause, and there was a lot more tolerance for -- or ignorance of -- stuff back then that would get a new writer today all kinds of attention from people with titles and uniforms.

I am not clicking the link. In this way I demonstrate my ability to learn from previous experience.

I did not click the link, and after reading the comments, I am glad.

At what point do authors no longer get to claim they are not writing about things they support, but are writing about things to show how horrible they are?

Not when they use 'honey' to describe, um, yes. No.

Whaaa... I am glad I got sick of Piers Anthony after a few Xanth books that were nothing but stupid puns.

Wasn't that all the Xanth books?


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