Wednesday, 30 September 2009

Review|The Innocent Mage - Karen Miller

A recommendation, The Innocent Mage, by Karen Miller, was approached with due caution. The blurb conformed to the expectation: "Chosen One"s scattered liberally, absolute evil... But good books as well as bad have been tarred with this particular blurb brush, and so I picked it up and set to work. It was, as I had expected, a mixed read:

Lur, a land cohabited by both the native Olken, and the fugitive, ruling Duranen, is showing signs of civil unrest - the Olken, forbidden their (weaker) magical abilities, and ruled by effortlessly magical Duranen, are rioting in the streets - as Asher, fisherman and eighth son, enters the Royal Stables. Rising through blunt manner to become an assistant to the sole aberration in this order, Prince Gar - a magicless Doranen serving in the role of mediator between the two peoples -, Asher is being watched. Less usual than one would expect? We'll see. The Circle seek to preserve Olken magic until the coming of the prophecied "Innocent Mage", an Olken with the abilities of the magical Duranen. It's a decent plot so far, but the outside threat added later into the novel turns the tale of mediation and unrest into out more stereotypical tale of absolutes: good versus evil. The Duranen had fled Morg - absolute evil - to come to Lur, the land inhabited by the Olken - and erected the Weatherwall, some unknown symbiosis of weather and magic to repel Morg. But this is about to change. Unbeknownst to the Doranen, their excavations in the old Palace have uncovered a way to bring Morg inside their best defence against him...

And it gets worse. There are few twists, and Asher's personality doesn't develop past the half-way mark - but that's not to say it's all bad. Miller's portrayal of speech is remarkable, bringing characters' dialogues to life even when their actual characterisation (as in Daphne, the transparent romantic interest) is rather weak. Asher's POV, also, is well characterised, even without significant development - a sympathetic aspect in Miller's prose-as-Asher lends drive to the narrative through concern, emnity, and empathy for the surrounding characters - Gar, the Circle and the Doranen Royal Court.


Monday, 28 September 2009

What's Next?

I've just ordered Sergei Lukyanenko's Night Watch, and I'll be reviewing that - and the rest of his trilogy - at various intervals in the following few days. What else? I'm hoping to bring in some more content - but I'm looking for more fantasy and science fiction. What should I read next?

Sunday, 27 September 2009

Review|Storm Front

It wasn't long ago that I was hearing a lot about Jim Butcher, and the intriguing review over at A Dribble of Ink clinched it for me: I was going to try Storm Front. And, like A Dribble of Ink's review, I found Butcher's first novel an interestingly mixed read. But first, the plot:

Harry Dresden is a Chicago-based private detective, working for not-terribly-much-money - mainly with the local police. He's also a wizard on probation. For murder. Harry Dresden's master - later discovered to be a black magician - died in mysterious circumstances, and the Council isn't certain whether Dresden acted in self-defence - and after a second apprenticeship, he's still being watched. So when a gruesome murder investigation and a missing husband land on his doorstep (though not literally), Harry's seeing a profit margin (and a large one) - but caution is of the essence. Any dubious magic is suspect, and with the Council at his door, Harry is going to have to step carefully.

As you can see, it's fairly easy to recognise the entwined cases - especially in a novel as slim as Butcher's. Nevertheless, it's a compelling story, and told well. Reusing elements from popular culture and mythology, Dresden's magic system nonetheless possesses the necessary factor for detective fiction in which magic plays a major part: it's consistent. Especially in light of future books, Dresden's system maintains almost complete consistency, which is, of course, essential. Because the reader doesn't like to be cheated with this - a major feeling in Green's Haunting the Nightside, where the unchecked expansion and contradictory nature of his system/world mean that there is no possibility of reader insight into the clues. Here, there is - but that's not to say there aren't flaws.

There are. Firstly, as aforementioned, the twinned cases. Secondly, some characters are a little stereotyped - for some later characters, characterisation is rather weak, although for Butcher, we must make a concession for low page count. The prose isn't perfect - there are mistakes -, but it's there, and there are few - if any - of the more prosaic tics. Altogether, it's a fast-paced, sympathetically-characterised, compelling read - and that's, after all, what counts.

Saturday, 26 September 2009

My Essential Fantasy Reads|Part Four

Part four, and the final installment of my toplist is below. However, I'd just like to thank (however briefly!) the blogs that inspired this one: firstly, A Dribble of Ink, then Graeme's Fantasy Book Review, Pat's Fantasy Hotlist, and finally, Fantasy Book Critic - thank you.

The Farseer Trilogy

Robin Hobb

Hobb's groundbreaking novel showed, for the first time, that character-driven fantasy really could succeed - and with Hobb, everything is about her novels' casts of developed, frighteningly-eclectic figures. But that's not to imply that another aspect of her book falls short. It doesn't. The plot holds firm; Hobb's setting is (almost) Abercrombie-gritty, but heavy with the stench of intrigue - her motivations are perfect, her machinations deadly, and the antagonists, only "sublime" will adequately describe. But what really holds the centre stage - where else? - are Hobb's characters - and to top them all, our protagonist. Fitz, a - the - royal bastard, occupies a precarious position in the court of the Farseer king, Shrewd, a position which teeters with every misstep of his child's feet - and misstep Fitz does. Possessed of the Wit, a despised magic blamed for the degeneration of men to little more than beasts, Fitz must struggle to survive: against Prince Regal, a brutal Skillmaster, against his own magic - and outside Buckkeep's walls, the Red Ships devastate the Six Duchies. Famine and war are coming, and Fitz must play his own part as an assassin in the deadliest war of them all. Hobb has flaws, indeed - a propensity towards narrative angst, a longer book than most (with equal reason) -, but Assassin's Apprentice is well worth the read.

The Lies of Locke Lamora
Scott Lynch
2006's debut novel, the Lies of Locke Lamora tells a fast-paced tale of robbery, clandestine war, and that rarest of virtues: honour among thieves. Breaking all of the rules of the genre - having a tendancy to halt in mid-chase to explain some novel nuance of Camorr's shady alleyways -, it nonetheless tells an engrossing story. Lynch's subtle humour and living city, paired with Locke's fascinating characteristic motivation, made Lies the read of 2006, despite touting a slight Deux-Ex-Machina (remember the names?) and some intricate coincidences. This, after all, is the epitome of that rare thieves' yarn - one that is nonetheless believable, developed and realistic. Some scenes are slightly graphic, but there's something in here for all, if you don't mind a few of these.

Friday, 25 September 2009

Review|Dust of Dreams

Firstly, I'd just like to thank all of the reader and commenters thus far - it's very much appreciated! And now, for the review:

As you can imagine, Dust of Dreams was the one book I was desperate to get hold of. And I did - but before I could buy it, my local library turned up with a copy. (I suspect a miracle, personally) And so I set to work, in the least onerous way possible - and found it was well, well worth the wait.

But before I begin, just let me note that Dust of Dreams and The Crippled God were written as one novel, and more importantly - they read like it, too. So be warned: Dust of Dreams has a cliffhanger - but does, on the other hand, possess a conclusion.

There is only one word that can describe Dust of Dreams, and that would be "epic". But perhaps that doesn't go quite far enough, so let's try "cataclysmic" - for, if not Erikson's apotheosis, Dust is certainly close. Overshadowing all is the ominous foreshadowing of an ending. Because an end is coming to the Malazan Book of the Fallen. After the eight previous volumes, each adding progressively more tangles to Erikson's uniquely Gordian knot, that knowledge is a burden on each page. Is Erikson going to finish the Malazan Book of the Fallen - with the style, the flair, that has impressed readers and critics for his eight previous novels?

And this theme is reflected in each of Erikson's tangled plotlines. For in the last bastion of the K'Chain Che'Malle, a (after all, merely) human Destriant, Kalyth, prepares to serve the final command of a matriarch driven mad by pain. The K'Chain Che'Malle seek humans - or the secrets of humanity's success - for the K'Chain Che'Malle must prepare for their last stand, in the brutal, new world that has defied them so many times before. In Lether, Fiddler prepares for a new and violent reading. But in Letheras, home of Elder gods and newborn warrens, not all will be as it seems - and this Deck bears hidden chains. And as the Malazan Army's allies seek to cross a continent, so do the Shake seek a - perhaps - more perilous path, driven by an ancient promise and a sea of blood behind, For the Shake journey to Kharkhanas, where Mother Dark mourns her firstborn son.

Dark, ominous - and above all, epic -, Dust of Dreams begins to weave the scattered threads of Malaz into a saga that all turns about a fulcrum - a lone, battered army travelling into a war even they do not understand. Erikson's prose is almost lyrical, leaping from the natures of gods - and others - to a single soldier's view in the space of an instant, but with seemingly effortless grace. As the links between gods and warrens, realms and Elders begin to be made clear, Dust of Dreams delivers a new and frightening foray into Erikson's world. I only have one complaint - and that's that it has to end.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

Review|Into the Nightside

Another of my forays into fantasy detective fiction, Into the Nightside combines a Deux-Ex-Machina magic system with style and flair compelling enough to drive the reader headlong through what remains of this trilogy. Make no mistake about it: Green's command of the language is equalled by very few.

John Taylor is a detective - with a difference. In the Nightside, a world inside a world, where magic and machinery can stand side by side, a world where anything can be bought and sold, and nobody will bat an eyebrow, John Taylor can find anything. Sounds vaguely like a Deux Ex Machina device, doesn't it? And you'd be right. It is. But Green ameliorates this to the extreme - on John's trail, and able to sense the use of his gift, are the Harrowing (and believe me, they are: for the reader), Taylor's enemies for a reason that nobody knows. Or will tell him.

...But Taylor has left the Nightside, until a wealthy businesswoman calls at his London office with a problem. Her daughter has gone. And in his client's hand, the only clue she's got. And it reads NIGHTSIDE. Taylor's past will pull him back into the Nightside with a vengeance - and not all in this straightforward case is as it seems.

I would have enjoyed Into the Nightside for its purely stylistic merit, but Green takes it a step further: the world is entrancing (though has a slight problem with contrast - where everything is magical, powerful, and can cause inevitable cataclysm, nothing really remains to intrigue the reader by contrast). There's only one real flaw in Into the Nightside, and that is that the circumstances used to ameliorate Taylor's Deux-Ex-Machina-type ability on occasion seem just like that - used, and evidently so. But there's also plenty to like, with Green's well-developed characters, larger-that life (and well-so) world, and almost sympathetic, quasi-antihero that is John Taylor. It's well worth the read.

Wednesday, 23 September 2009

News|British Fantasy Awards

Over at A Dribble of Ink, Aidan Moher posted the results of this year's awards. In fact, I haven't read any of the winning author's novels (the winning work being Confessions of a Master Forger). I'll have to get to work on this one!

In NewScientist, Kim Stanley Robinson's article has evoked no little response: myself, I thought the article (and flash fiction) was/were excellent. Robinson is right - there's disturbingly little SF in the shortlists (not least those mentioned in the article). This may be a long-standing trend, but with ever more "literary" SF being published, the stereotyping should end: SF has broken out of its ancient mould, and it's time to give it some recognition.

My Essential Fantasy Reads|Part Three

Again, these (together with the previous lists), are placed without regard to order - at all. Here's the list!

A Game of Thrones

George R.R. Martin

Every fantasy reader knows George R.R. Martin (although not often literally!), and for good reason: A Song of Ice and Fire is the premier political fantasy in SFF. Intrigue, a huge selection of viewpoint characters, and selective use of a "soft" magic system combine to make A Game of Thrones one of the century's essential reads. Be warned, though - Martin is brutal. Be prepared for your favourite character to suffer the consequences of his/her actions, as Martin's writing displays a ruthlessness that few have matched. It's cruel, and it's also fantastic. Martin is one of the writers to watch. Recently in development of a television adaptation, A Game of Thrones is more popular than ever: check out or Winter Is Coming for the latest news on Martin's fantastic series.

Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell
Susanna Clarke
Another historical fantasy on my list, and one of fantasy's few stand-alone novels, Jonathan Strange tells a strangely inverted tale of English magic in the Napoleonic wars - but the simple description doesn't suffice. Eye-catching, entrancing, and fascinating, the factual and antiquated style of Jonathan Strange evokes an amusing pseudo-historical atmosphere - but with a twist. History is different. England possessed magic, once - in the distant past -, but now "magicians" are scholars with a respectable pedigree. The question of whether magic still exists has become rather unfashionable, in fact - until two scholars asking this very question uncover Mr. Norrell, a fussy, antiquated man - and a magician. Revealing a history of magic throughout, and after the Napoleonic Wars, Susanna Clarke's entertaining footnotes, antiquarian - and thoroughly amusing - characters, and above all, sense of sheer fun (adding zest to even the grimmest of passages), Clarke's debut is a must-read.

Monday, 21 September 2009

My Essential Fantasy Reads|Part Two

So, another two of (in my humble opinion) the essential fantasy reads:


Raymond E. Feist

His debut novel (and apotheosis), Magician is the epitome of more traditional fantasy - done well. Feist's flair lies in his portrayal of the world reached through the rift: the Tsurani are sensibly-motivated, cultured, and their politics are fascinating - in other words, Feist doesn't succumb (at all) to that fantasy stereotype of the barbaric "other" world/culture. Though not lacking its share of stereotypes, Magician weaves a fascinating tale of life and politics between two worlds, sometimes simultaneously. Genius. Although Feist's books decline in quality from this point, Magician is classic fantasy.

The Dragonbone Chair

Tad Williams

Set in Osten Ard, Williams' own take on a fantastical Europe, The Dragonbone Chair is a perfect example of a "soft" magic system done well. Utilising some of the principals of alchemy, Williams' system works incredibly well in context. His characters, meanwhile, subvert some of fantasy's central stereotypes in a novel that is anything but light-hearted - although slow to start, the sense of impending cataclysm is inimitable, and the underlying motifs subtle and understated. Although To Green Angel Tower's ending may disappoint, Osten Ard is a world you cannot help but fall into. His well-developed characters, meanwhile, possess - in addition to plot -, the sense of out-of-screen activity that most other writers would be hard-put to match. There are few plot flaws; Williams' characters stray naturally from the path, creating a tale that is lovable and realistic, rather than the more calculated fare that dominated fantasy at the time The Dragonbone Chair was published.

Sunday, 20 September 2009

My Essential Fantasy Reads|Part One

I've been thinking about doing one of these for a while - and I'm going to need to keep thinking, because I go through so many books every year that I can't immediately pick out my favourites. You may have noticed: there's a lot of good fantasy out there. So, without further ado, here is part one (in no particular order):


Guy Gavriel Kay

I could recommend just about anything from Guy Gavriel Kay for this list, but Tigana is something special - even for Kay. Set in the Peninsula of the Palm, a quasi-Italian mass of feuding city-states, the tyrant Brandin - driven by grief at his son, Stevan's death in battle - obliterates the name of a nation: Tigana. At the novel's core is the conflict around this identity, and the importance of it - and Tigana is told in almost lyrical prose, telling the tale of a tragedy through interwoven plotlines that are never black, nor white, but Kay's masterful grey.

Amazon page: Tigana

The Name of the Wind

Patrick Rothfuss

One of my more recent choices, The Name of the Wind is, soimply put, a masterfully-told tale. The first page captured my imagination: "...the patient, cut flower sound of a man who is waiting to die", and Rothfuss' prose was equally enrapturing throughout Kvothe's tale. The magic is logical, well explained, and - in this spirit - less of a Deux-Ex-Machina than a well savoured device for the reader. The tale of a man, Kvothe, who became a legend, and now tends the bar in the Wayside Inn, is cleverly divided between the tale itself, and Kvothe's telling of it - in the quieter, more dangerous world that he left behind. Rothfuss' second novel (The Wise Man's Fear) has unfortunately been delayed, but I eagerly anticipate its release (predicted sometime in 2010).

Amazon link: The Name of the Wind (Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 1)

Gardens of the Moon

Steven Erikson

One of the most controversial series in modern fantasy, the Malazan Book of the Fallen is either on your bookcase in its entirety - or equally entirely absent. High page counts, devilishly complex plotting across volumes, and lengthy philosophical passages make Erikson's work a love-or-hate series. But I find Erikson's inter-volume plotting and "grey" morality enormously refreshing in the context of the epic fantasy - and make no mistake about it, the Malazan Book of the Fallen is certainly an epic fantasy. Spanning (in points) thousands of years, the series entwines seldom-understood, but rule-bidden magic, and a world so breathtaking in its entirety that even after nine volumes, very, very little is - yet- uncovered. Erikson's prose, like Kay's, has an almost lyrical factor to it, and the omniscient narrator's views blend effortlessly the viewpoints of very different characters, in effortless (albeit philosophical) transition. Erikson is a must-read.

Amazon page: Gardens of the Moon (Malazan Book of the Fallen)

And that's it for today! I'll be continuing my (lengthy) list later this week, as well as my reviews of Dust of Dreams and Into the Nightside. Thank you for reading. :)

What's next?

I'm just rereading Simon R. Green's Into the Nightside in preparation for another review, and I'm rather enjoying it so far - although I've spotted the same flaws as last time, which I'll be mentioning in my review as well. Also coming up will be my version of the "must read fantasy list", being, of course, entirely subjective.

Saturday, 19 September 2009

Review|Elantris - Brandon Sanderson

I'd heard a lot about Sanderson's books - most of it exceedingly good - from sites such as A Dribble of Ink, and the announcement of TGS clinched it for me: Brandon Sanderson's books became must reads on my list. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite that easy to grab a copy. Sanderson's books are difficult to find in the UK - in fact, I was forced to wait until my recent trip to Canada to obtain a copy of Elantris, Sanderson's debut novel. And Elantris certainly is a fascinating debut - some aspects read like a long-established novelist's technique, and others yet as if the reader was some new protagonist in a videogame (in fact, the same feeling seems to remain in The Final Empire - Aidan Moher and the comments below the review of the second volume remark upon this marked similarity). Sanderson certainly is an intriguing author.

Elantris' main storyline commences far more rapidly than those of most fantasy novels: our central protagonist, Prince Raoden, is taken by the Shaod in the first chapter. But before we may understand this, it's necessary to look in detail at the urban setting of Sanderson's debut. In the area in which our story is set, denizens could become Elantrians - godlike beings taken by a transformation that gave them the abilities of sorcery: and compel them to live in Elantris, the city and temple to these beings. But they key was that the Shaod could take anybody. But then came our fairly typical fantasy cataclysm - something went wrong. The Elantrians became withered, frail entities that were nevertheless unable to die. The Shaod became an exile to eternal pain, hunger, and imprisonment in the city of Elantris - no longer pristine, but ransacked, grime-stricken, and starving. But Raoden sets out to forge the broken Elantrians into a nation - a futile endeavour. Meanwhile, his as-yet-unmet widow, Sarene, travels to assume her position at the foot of Raoden's father, and begins to question Arelon's already-dubious nobility. And presenting the side of our initial antagonists, Hrathen, a Derethi High Priest with a mandate: convert the people of Arelon to Shu-Dereth within three months, or witness the city's invasion. He sets out to sway Arelon's mercantile aristocracy - and place a bribed, untrusted aristocrat on Arelon's throne.

An interesting plot, indeed - and Sanderson's magic is logical and intriguing, and well deserves its position as the keystone of Arelon's plotline. The conclusion is likewise perfectly balanced between plotlines (although a tad neat). Sanderson's urban environs are believable, and the political intrigue might be cosy, but it certainly does create a fantastic atmosphere for the city of Kae. The one real complaint I have is that the conclusion is slightly too neat; and the resolution of Elantris a little fast (seeming like a stereotypical Deux Ex Machina). Nevertheless, Elantris is a very worthy read, and I can only cheer Sanderson on for such a masterful debut.


Friday, 18 September 2009

Review|The Dragon Keeper - Robin Hobb

I've always enjoyed Robin Hobb's fantasy - her well-developed characters, signature bittersweet endings, and almost gritty consequences have always made her new books must reads for me. So, it is with disappointment that I must state: The Dragon Keeper fails to live up to her previous superb novels. First off, it's the length. Although weighing in at a relatively lengthy 553 pages, the large typeface makes for a plot half the size of her usual fare - the Farseer, Tawny Man and Liveship Trader trilogies all contain far more self-contained plots, containing at least some conclusion. Dragon Keeper, by contrast, simply - stops.

The plot, likewise, portrayed at least an initial simplicity compared with Hobb's previous fare. The sea serpents, finally hatched after their perilous migration, have become enfeebled, flightless dragons. Tintaglia, abandoning them with her mate, seeks instead to mother a new race of dragons herself - but the Traders' Councils are bound by their agreement to care for the flightless creatures, and as game begins to grow sparse, the enfeebled creatures are abandoned, with only a few hunters to provide them with food. The dragons, meanwhile, dream of another Elderling city somewhere upriver - Kelsingra, where Elderlings and dragons once drank from a river of pure Skill. And thus, they begin to spin what seems a familiar tale to those humans who may hear them: Elderling treasure ripe for the taking. And thus, to move the dragons to an area of self sufficiency, and to establish a Trader foothold in the "Elderling treasury", the Councils recruit "dragon keepers", to care for the beasts on the arduous trek upriver. One such is Thymara, born with abnormally draconian growths - even for the Rain Wilds. Alise journeys with them as a scholar of everything draconian, freeing herself in the process from Hest, her uncaring (and otherwise brutal) husband. And once the journey begins - late into the book -, there is no progress from this situation. The book simply - ends.

Nevertheless, there is much of Hobb's usual flair to admire in this. Her characterisations are perfect, and superbly portray the boiling pot of cultures after the events of the Liveship Traders sequence. Likewise, we're able to examine the cities of the Rain Wilds in far greater detail, which Hobb has only before explored in a small section of the Liveship Traders; and a short story - Homecoming (Legends II). And Hobb has, as always, an entracing style, and her way of portraying the emotions, thoughs, and agendas of the characters - even if antagonists, which is someing many authors fail at.

My conclusion: Worth reading, but slightly inferior in plot and conclusion to the usual Hobb fare.

Thursday, 17 September 2009

Review|Best Served Cold - Joe Abercrombie

After reading Joe Abercrombie's brilliant First Law trilogy earlier this summer, I was desperate to read Best Served Cold. Luckily, I could grab a copy quickly (unlike a number of books here in the UK), and off I went.

Set in the same world as Abercrombie's First Law trilogy (The Blade Itself, Before They Are Hanged, Last Argument of Kings), Best Served Cold unveils the new scenery of Styria, a country rife with civil war, brutal politics, and - seeing an eager opportunity for profit -, the mercenaries. One such is the Thousand Swords, a mercenary army led by Monzcarro Murcatto, the Snake of Talins. But when the popular Murcatto "takes a fall" from the balcony of her employers' mountaintop palace, it's time for - yes, revenge. The fairly basic plot is complicated by, well, complications - and one great twist for an ending.

Best Served Cold is written in the style Abercrombie does best - cynical, amusing, and gritty. In fact, even more so than the First Law trilogy. It's an eclectic mix of cynicism, humour, and adventure - but despite this, it's lost some of the First Law's flair. It's not quite so humorous, and the characters certainly aren't quite so invigorating. Styria, likewise, provides a grittier setting, but perhaps doesn't give all of the room to showcase what Abercrombie did best in the First Law - intrigue, conspiracy, and life in a "typical fantasy city".

My conclusion? Best Served Cold is certainly Abercrombie, but the First Law's world, in my opinion, succeeds better in complimenting Abercrombie's unique style.

Wednesday, 16 September 2009

Review|ANATHEM - Neal Stephenson

It may sound cliched, but Anathem is one of love-or-hate types of books. In fact, I'm fairly sure it's in the handbook. And I love it. But I can well understand how many won't - for one, its slow pace and presentation of setting will certainly leave some frustrated. Then there's the size, of which a sizeable amount is pure - yes, you guessed it - dialogue. But despite this, Anathem is an epic. But not in the usual sense.
Anathem is set on the planet Arbre, an Earth-like planet whose development simply - stopped - around the year 2000. Intellectuals remain cloistered in "concents" - austere and secular monasteries, that have been sacked three times prior to the time in which the book is set, each time becoming more and more austere. The avout are forbidden to own more than the necessities - the bolt, chord, and sphere - and are forbidden access to any technology. This is handled by a separate caste in the concents, the Ita. But now, travellers from Arbre's parallel worlds are visiting - and the "Saecular Power" needs the avout.
Weighing in at around 930 pages, Anathem is a hefty one, and much of this is taken up by musings, in which the avout present advanced (and intriguing) ideas, philosophies and theorems - some remarkably similar to Earth's. This, too, becomes a central theme in Anathem, as the concept of the "Hydlaean Theoric World" gradually unfolds. But Anathem's message isn't just in dialogue. The underlying tone of the book is one of suppression, and the bittersweet ending concludes this perfectly.
My conclusion: Anathem is a daunting prospect, but well, well worth the effort.


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