When you read that the first sentence of a novel is

“Night had come to the city of Skalandarharia, the sort of night with such a quality of black to it that it was as if black coal had been wrapped in blackest velvet, bathed in the purple-black ink of the demon squid Drindel and flung down a black well that descended toward the deepest, blackest crevasses of Drindelthengen, the netherworld ruled by Drindel, in which the sinful were punished, the black of which was so legendarily black that when the dreaded Drindelthengenflagen, the ravenous blind black badger trolls of Drindelthengen, would feast upon the uselessly dilated eyes of damned, the abandoned would cry out in joy as the Drindelthengenflagenmorden, the feared Black Spoons of the Drindelthengenflagen, pressed against their optic nerves, giving them one last sensation of light before the most absolute blackness fell upon them, made yet even blacker by the injury sustained from a falling lump of ink-bathed, velvet-wrapped coal.”

do you feel like getting any further?! I do not… Even accounting for very dry wit. Which is a wee disappointing considering the previous novels by John Scalzi.

5 Responses to “Counter-incentive”

  1. The second paragraph, just below, actually soothes it a bit:

    “Which is to say: It was a dark and stormy night.”

    Looks like tongue-in-cheek to me — but haven’t read further either.

  2. Radford Neal Says:

    Could it be a parody?

  3. Nicolas Chopin Says:

    well, I did not have the courage to even finish the sentence… :-)

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