All right – so I am SUPPOSED to be writing the next volume of UNCLE BOB’S RED FLANNEL BIBLE CAMP – but I was sidetracked by BOOK BLOGGER INTERNATIONAL’s blog entry comparing Lord of the Rings with Game of Thrones.
I commented on the blog – but I thought I’d post my thoughts here as well to share with all of my loyal blog-followers.
That’s right – all three of you.
I see you out there reading – when you REALLY ought to be writing.
The funny thing is my wife and I are just watching GAME OF THRONES for March Break. We stomped through the first two seasons on DVD and are beginning the third season tonight.
I love GAME OF THRONES – but I give the edge to LORD OF THE RINGS just because it is a complete and singular story arc. It has beginning and an end.
Actually, it has three or four endings – when is somebody going to tell Peter Jackson that LONGER ISN’T NECESSARILY BETTER.
GAME OF THRONES is a television series – so as such it is built around the notion that there ALWAYS has to be one more episode. So right off the bat it has that working against it.
I know, I know – you are going to tell me that GAME OF THRONES is based on a series of books – BUT IT’S A SERIES THAT HASN’T BEEN FINISHED YET!!!
That does NOT inspire confidence in me.
I know that George R.R. Martin says he has the situation entirely under control – but coming up with a proper ending to ANYTHING is awfully hard – let alone an umpteen book epic fantasy series.
So that bothers me. The notion that George R.R. Martin might not be able to get around to finishing it bothers me. The idea that someone – a publisher or a producer or a network – might get the idea to hire some well-meaning amateur – and anyone who steps into someone’s world-space is IMMEDIATELY an amateur – bothers me.
Shoot, I hope I didn’t dash that last sentence to death on you.
GAME OF THRONES has the edge on gritty – that’s for certain.
It likewise has the edge on get-down-to-it. There’s a WHOLE lot of lets-get-naked-and-get-our-funky-groove-on going on in GAME OF THRONES.
But LOTR has grandeur.
I watch the LOTR trilogy and my heart swells up and yodels in pure honest isn’t-that-cool delight.
But don’t talk to me about Peter Jackson’s The Hobbit trilogy.
Talk about a fat man jumping a large shark…
And don’t forget that this is your last week to take advantage of my pre-order Kobo release of UNCLE BOB’S RED FLANNEL BIBLE CAMP – FROM EDEN TO THE ARK.
And I KNOW that you three (or is it four) loyal blog followers out there are undoubtedly getting sick to death of me pitching this new release – but hey – no one ever said that I had pride…
You can also pick up UNCLE BOB’S RED FLANNEL BIBLE CAMP – FROM EDEN TO THE ARK on Kindle as well for a mere 99 cents.
(and if you think you are sick to your belly of hearing me yelling “Uncle Bob this and Uncle Bob that” you ought to just stop for a half of a half of a minute – which is fifteen seconds – to think about how weary I am of typing out the title nine or ten thousand times – that’s ELEVEN whole words in that title – typing it out has probably shaved off about five or six months of my life expectancy so far!)
Momma warned me about too many subtitles…
yours in storytelling,