Budući da smo svi listom zavisnici od anglosaksonskog izdavačkog tržišta, sa retkim izletima ka bratskim nam slovenskim narodima, korisno je znati šta se dešava preko bare i šta nam se svakoga meseca nudi - a što bi već bilo zanimljivo našim izdavačima za prevođenje i objavljivanje kod nas.
Pokušaću da izdavačku ponudu proberem i da razbijem ugrubo po žanrovima, sve rizikujući da nešto strpam gde mu nije mesto, ili pak da mi nešto promakne.
Najznačajniji naslov koji se u skorije vreme pojavio, a potpada pod fantaziju, svakako je
She Who Waits by Daniel Polansky
Ovo je treći naslov u serijalu Low Town, otpočetim romanom koji je u zavisnosti od tržišta nosio naslov Low Town ili The Straight Razor Cure. Zapravo, rekao bih da je ovaj drugi naslov dodeljen romanu tek kada se izdavač uverio da će se Polanski prodavati i da ima potrebe uzrokovane potražnjom da samostalni roman preraste u otvoreni serijal. The Straight Razor Cure bio je neverovatno osveženje u trenutku kada se pojavio, ali i deo očiglednog trenda, budući da je tada kolektivno nesvesno fantazijskih spisatelja pokušavalo da formuliše recept za pisanje sumorne i turobne epske fantastike, po uzoru na Martinovu, ali opet ne preterane u tim odlikama, kakva je Aberkrombijeva.
Polanski je uspešno odgovorio na taj zadatak, opredelivši se da radnju svog romana smesti u okruženje kvazisrednjovekovnog grada, da za protagonistu odabere posrnulog junaka koji uživa u životu kriminalca i da uopšte zauzme tvrđu liniju od Martina Skota sa romanima o Traksasu ili Džima Bučera sa "Drezdenovim dosijeima". To mu je izvanredno uspešno pošlo za rukom. Drugi roman, Tomorrow the Killing, napisan je čak bolje nego prvi, a trenutno sam na trećini trećeg i već vidim da će ovo dobiti NF's Seal of Approval za ovaj mesec. Evo šta Amazon kaže:
Low Town: the worst ghetto in the worst city in the Thirteen Lands. Good
only for depravity and death. And Warden, long ago a respected agent in
the formidable Black House, is now the most depraved Low Town denizen
of them all. As a younger man, Warden carried out more than his fair
share of terrible deeds, and never as many as when he worked for the
Black House. But Warden's growing older, and the vultures are circling.
Low Town is changing, faster than even he can control, and Warden knows
that if he doesn't get out soon, he may never get out at all. But Warden
must finally reckon with his terrible past if he can ever hope to
escape it. A hospital full of lunatics, a conspiracy against the corrupt
new king, and a ghetto full of thieves and murderers stand between him
and his slim hope for the future. And behind them all waits the one
person whose betrayal Warden never expected. The one person who left
him, broken and bitter, to become the man he is today. The one woman he
ever loved. She who waits behind all things.
Teri Pračet ima novi roman, smešten u Disksvet. Reč je o četrdesetom po redu, a čini mi se da tu nisu uključeni pratećin naslovi, tipa The Science of Discworld. Raising Steam prati Mojsta fon Lipviga i treći je po redu roman u miniserijalu o ovom liku, nakon Going Postal i Making Money. Pračet se u ovom segmentu bavi prelaskom Ank-Morporka iz kvazifeudalizma u period industijske revolucije, što je tema koju je donekle dodatako u nekim pređašnjim naslovima - možda ponajviše romanu The Truth. Going Postal je bio umereno zabavan, ali je zato Making Money bio težak neuspeh i možda najgori roman o Disksvetu (jaka konkurencija mu je Snuff). Videćemo kako će se pokazati Raising Steam.
Raising Steam
To the consternation of the patrician, Lord Vetinari, a
new invention has arrived in Ankh-Morpork - a great clanging monster of
a machine that harnesses the power of all of the elements: earth, air,
fire and water. This being Ankh-Morpork, it's soon drawing astonished
crowds, some of whom caught the zeitgeist early and arrive armed with
notepads and very sensible rainwear.
Moist von Lipwig is not a man who enjoys hard work - as master of the Post Office, the Mint and the Royal Bank his input is, of course, vital . . . but largely dependent on words, which are fortunately not very heavy and don't always need greasing. However, he does enjoy being alive, which makes a new job offer from Vetinari hard to refuse . . .
Steam is rising over Discworld, driven by Mister Simnel, the man wi' t'flat cap and sliding rule who has an interesting arrangement with the sine and cosine. Moist will have to grapple with gallons of grease, goblins, a fat controller with a history of throwing employees down the stairs and some very angry dwarfs if he's going to stop it all going off the rails . . .
I Tom Lojd ima novi roman. Ovo je pisac B+ kategorije, možda nešto uspešniji no većina. Međutim, njegov glavni serijal meni je delovao naivno i pomalo kao prežvakavanje džordanovske fantastike sa Izabranim Herojem koji treba da reši neki Veliki Problem. Mnjah. Videćemo da li je nešto naučio u međuvremenu.
Moon's Artifice by Tom Lloyd
In a quiet corner of the Imperial City, Investigator Narin discovers the result of his first potentially lethal mistake. Minutes later he makes a second. After an unremarkable career Narin finally has the chance of promotion to the hallowed ranks of the Lawbringers - guardians of the Emperor's laws and bastions for justice in a world of brutal expediency. Joining that honoured body would be the culmination of a lifelong dream, but it couldn't possibly have come at a worse time. A chance encounter drags Narin into a plot of gods and monsters, spies and assassins, accompanied by a grief-stricken young woman, an old man haunted by the ghosts of his past and an assassin with no past. On the cusp of an industrial age that threatens the warrior caste's rule, the Empire of a Hundred Houses awaits civil war between noble factions. Centuries of conquest has made the empire a brittle and bloated monster; constrained by tradition and crying out for change. To save his own life and those of untold thousands Narin must understand the key to it all - Moon's Artifice, the poison that could destroy an empire.
Moist von Lipwig is not a man who enjoys hard work - as master of the Post Office, the Mint and the Royal Bank his input is, of course, vital . . . but largely dependent on words, which are fortunately not very heavy and don't always need greasing. However, he does enjoy being alive, which makes a new job offer from Vetinari hard to refuse . . .
Steam is rising over Discworld, driven by Mister Simnel, the man wi' t'flat cap and sliding rule who has an interesting arrangement with the sine and cosine. Moist will have to grapple with gallons of grease, goblins, a fat controller with a history of throwing employees down the stairs and some very angry dwarfs if he's going to stop it all going off the rails . . .
I Tom Lojd ima novi roman. Ovo je pisac B+ kategorije, možda nešto uspešniji no većina. Međutim, njegov glavni serijal meni je delovao naivno i pomalo kao prežvakavanje džordanovske fantastike sa Izabranim Herojem koji treba da reši neki Veliki Problem. Mnjah. Videćemo da li je nešto naučio u međuvremenu.
Moon's Artifice by Tom Lloyd
In a quiet corner of the Imperial City, Investigator Narin discovers the result of his first potentially lethal mistake. Minutes later he makes a second. After an unremarkable career Narin finally has the chance of promotion to the hallowed ranks of the Lawbringers - guardians of the Emperor's laws and bastions for justice in a world of brutal expediency. Joining that honoured body would be the culmination of a lifelong dream, but it couldn't possibly have come at a worse time. A chance encounter drags Narin into a plot of gods and monsters, spies and assassins, accompanied by a grief-stricken young woman, an old man haunted by the ghosts of his past and an assassin with no past. On the cusp of an industrial age that threatens the warrior caste's rule, the Empire of a Hundred Houses awaits civil war between noble factions. Centuries of conquest has made the empire a brittle and bloated monster; constrained by tradition and crying out for change. To save his own life and those of untold thousands Narin must understand the key to it all - Moon's Artifice, the poison that could destroy an empire.
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