I've been working on this great series by Kage Baker for about ... lord, has it been seven years now? I can remember walking down First Avenue South in Seattle, under warm sunshine, so entranced in The Garden of Iden I didn't want to stop reading it even for a little while. I must have been working at Acadio, and since we moved to the 1st So. location after the fall of 2000 ... I'm guessing it was early spring. Okay, it was 2001, and it has been only six years since I started the series. At any rate, it's been some really great reading, and the final volume, The Sons of Heaven, came out over the summer, and my brother brought it and the previous volume (The Machine's Child) over for me when he came to visit. And, well, I need to get them both finished so shadowdaddy could mail them on to thewronghands, as she's started the series and, er, with eight books total, I don't think anyone else is going to get as far as the last two, and why not give them to someone who will enjoy them as I no longer wish to keep books I won't read a second time, especially big space sucking hardbacks.
At any rate, it's done. Sadly, the series lost its forward impetus probably around book three, and most of the recent books have read as filler (especially since three or so of them were actually just short story collection, curse me for a fool for paying hardback prices for them). But I still wanted to finish it as I've spent years wondering just what it was that happened at the end of history. I suspect Baker was making it up way back in 1997 when she first published Iden - she didn't know who Dr. Zeus was going to be and didn't know how history would end. But I know, now. And may I be so fortunate as to never have to buy books in hardback again, and may I never be in the unfortunate position of having to wait for a long tale to finish being told by an author who's still writing the series!
Thankfully, Marcel is long dead, and thus, this morning, we did meet again, parting on page 272 of Sodom and Gomorrah (he's on the train going to a little social gathering composed of, as near as I can tell, a bunch of rejects and nincompoops). I'm looking forward to getting back in the groove, though, truth be told, I'd sure love to be reading some books that don't weigh as much as a laptop.