Reading CLOUDS OF WAR, the 2nd of Brooks Kubik's old-school weightlifter novels.
ME. "You're improving as a writer"
BK. "Thanks!"
ME. "Book one's pure infodump, but this is a fun opening with your hero attempting an elusive PR -- what's next?"
BK. *smiles, grasps infodump lever*
ME. "You're improving as a writer"
BK. "Thanks!"
ME. "Book one's pure infodump, but this is a fun opening with your hero attempting an elusive PR -- what's next?"
BK. *smiles, grasps infodump lever*
Book 2 so far:
1) old-school weightlifter routines
2) old-school weightlifters breathlessly recounting the latest feats of other old-school weightlifters to their friends who are ALSO old-school weightlifters
3) old-school weightlifters saving people with Heroic Feats of Strength
1) old-school weightlifter routines
2) old-school weightlifters breathlessly recounting the latest feats of other old-school weightlifters to their friends who are ALSO old-school weightlifters
3) old-school weightlifters saving people with Heroic Feats of Strength
My favorite ridiculous part of Book 2 so far is when two of the weightlifter heroes save a boy from a terrible car wreck
and immediately give the crowd of onlookers a sales pitch for the equipment sold by the York Barbell Company
and immediately give the crowd of onlookers a sales pitch for the equipment sold by the York Barbell Company
another interesting and also ridiculous thing about Brooks Kubik's CLOUDS OF WAR is that the front matter includes raves for the first book by serious lifters obsessed with old-school lifting
...this is what gun nut books are like for people who aren't gun nuts, isn't it
...this is what gun nut books are like for people who aren't gun nuts, isn't it
