Spoil of War: or, kiddie rape and a Komodo dragon in Arthurian Britain




So I finally read “Spoil of War.”

Onward, faithful steed, to the underage slave girls!

Pedobear Rides a Komodo Dragon-- artwork courtesy of Christy Davies


Part of me was conflicted about writing a review of Phoenix Sullivan’s notoriously bad self-published historical romance. Several other brilliant and scathing reviews have been written about this book– first by DA_January on Dear Author, and then a dual review by Dhympna and Sunita. All of them address the many problems that this book possesses– the ethical problems, and the utter lack of historicity, which is especially glaring since the book is trumpeted as an authentic historical epic written by someone with a Master’s degree with a concentration in medieval studies. I was wondering if I had anything new to say; I also didn’t want to give the author, Ms. Sullivan, any more publicity than she already had.

However, given that I already wrote a blog entry about the initial furor on Dear Author about DA_January’s review– and since Dhympha lent me her copy via the Barnes & Noble Nook lending feature– I felt honor-bound to read it myself. And if I was going to read the whole damn thing, I might as well write a review about it.

Anyway, was this book as terrible as I had been led to believe? In a word: yes. It is pretty bad. Granted, it’s not the worst book I’ve ever read. For the most part, the prose style is okay and the plot flows from A to B. It was also not quite as porny and Gor-tastic as I had been led to believe. But this is not a good thing, as you shall see. Continue reading “Spoil of War: or, kiddie rape and a Komodo dragon in Arthurian Britain” »

When King Arthur comes to Gor




As might be imagined from my last post, I actually kind of like the Arthurian mythos, but most books about King Arthur can be problematic, especially when authors take it out of the fantasy genre and put it into a historical period. I’d say the best Arthurian-era historical novel I’ve read is “Hawk of May” by Gillian Bradshaw– that is pretty much the most enjoyable and authentic Arthurian book I’ve read so far set in post-Roman Britain.

As for the bad… hoo boy. You guys might be familiar with the latest fracas going on at Dear Author, where a self-published historical Arthurian-era “romance” called “Spoil of War” by Phoenix Sullivan has just been reviewed. The book apparently isn’t just a common variety of bad; it’s apparently spectacularly disgusting. The so-called hero, King Leodegrance, apparently is okay with necrophilia, and pimps out an eleven year old girl to one of his loyal followers. When the girl is raped every night, the heroine gets off on it, which is just… unbelievable. (The reviewer even quotes the relevant section from the story, to make sure we can believe it.) I’m not going to requote it here. But… really? Getting aroused from a child being raped? This is ROMANTIC?

There’s also tons of problems with the allegedly historical nature of the book, which the brave reviewer, DA_January, discusses in exacting detail (which would do Detective Goren proud). It might be set during the Roman period, since apparently King Leo and company are described as Romans who follow the edicts of a consul; or it might be set during the middle ages, since there’s castles with battlements, halberds and women wearing late medieval gowns like houppelandes. (Or maybe it’s set during the Stone Age, since apparently they also use massive amounts of flint arrowheads.) Who can tell? I know that the names “Elsbeth” (the name of the heroine) and “Ruth” (the raped eleven year old) are pretty anachronistic for the post Roman period– Elsbeth is a German version of Elizabeth, and Ruth is an Old Testament name that wasn’t used in Britain until after the Reformation (I can’t see the name without thinking of Puritans).

But yeah, there is, according to the review, a lot of deeply disturbing material in this book. Back in high school, when I was fascinated with ancient Rome, I used to read tons of terrible toga porn style bodice (stola?) rippers– like “Rogue Roman” by Lance Horner, “Golden Voyager” by Simon Finch, or “Messalina” by Jack Oleck– which often read like Gor lite. (Gor, for the uninitiated, is a fantasy planet where BDSM is the norm and all women are enslaved.) There were lots of questionable ‘erotic’ scenarios in these books, usually involving forced seductions and baroque, kinky brothel scenes. However, I can’t remember any of these books bringing in the rape of kids for kink (or even necrophilia for that matter). Even in toga porn, this was the kind of thing that the bad guys did. You know you’re in trouble when your “hero” makes Littlefinger from “Game of Thrones” look like a stand-up guy. It makes one wonder why the author would want to write about such things… or why other people would enjoy reading about them… but I suppose such depths should not be plumbed.

So yeah. I generally try not to discuss a book until I’ve actually read at least part of it, but the sheer apparent WTF-ery of this book makes it truly something to behold. I’m glad this book was reviewed, though– the review’s brutal honesty is actually a good thing for self-published books. Here’s a big shout out and thank-you to DA January for writing such a great review– and taking one for the team.

Take me back to Camelot




Camelot with Michael York

I’ve been having a lot of problems with the internet lately– I’ve hardly been able to get online at all, except at Starbucks (which explains why I haven’t been able to blog as much as I would like). So I’ve been reading a lot of time travel romances. That genre has been on my brain a lot, since I just wrote one.

My absolute favorite time travel novels ever tend to be soft science-fiction– I’m thinking mainly of the brilliant and surreal “The Green Futures of Tycho” by William Sleator, Octavia Butler’s classic “Kindred,” and “The Doomsday Book” by Connie Willis, which makes the 14th century so alive, you feel like you’re actually there. But if we’re talking about time travel romance, my tastes vary. There’s “The Mirror” by Marlys Milhauser (an edgy, twisted but sexy book which is really more romance/horror/paranormal)– but I also like books less dark, like Elizabeth Chater’s “The Elsingham Portrait” and Laurie Viera Rigler’s “Confession of a Jane Austen Addict.” I also enjoyed Amy Elizabeth Saunder’s “Enchanted Time” and Rebecca East’s “AD 62,” which is flawed but very fun, with a sexy but scholarly Roman hero. (How often do you see that?) Continue reading “Take me back to Camelot” »