A book review I wrote for Elizabeth Sandifer’s Eruditorum Press. The egregious Vox Day of the Rabid Puppies is a regular topic at Eruditorum, so it fits right in there. Here’s the introduction:
Every field has its standard ways to fuck up. Experienced artists never do these in public, but you’ll see the lesser lights fall for them if you go looking. Someone gets a rush of blood and is struck by an inspiration to do something different, something the big guys aren’t doing, for a new take on things! Not realising that the experienced artists don’t do these things because they don’t work.
Like writing a novel about the pop industry. No, better: a political allegory in the form of a novel about the pop industry. No, better still: a right-wing fever dream political allegory in the form of a novel about the pop industry. Yep, that’ll show ’em all!
Here is the cover. Let me assure you that you can in fact judge this book from its cover, to the highest of Sad Puppies standards, with complete accuracy.
Actually, I lied. The book is even worse than its cover. Go see the review.
Edit: GODDAMMIT THAT GUITAR DOESN’T EVEN HAVE A STRAP SOMEHOW SHE’S FINGERPICKING AN ELECTRIC SUSPENDED IN MID-AIR, WITH A BROKEN ANKLE AND DISTENDED KNEES
Edit 2: AND IT’S NOT PLUGGED IN
Edit 3: Mixerman himself shows up in the comments to flame Fenris Wulf.