I sit here today in front of my keyboard pondering Worldbuilding for Fantasy Fans and Authors by MD Presley, bereft of inspiration for how to review it.
The sun shines through the window, warming my forearm. I consider this, as it only happens for a few days every year and today is the winter equinox in the Southern Hemisphere so the sun is sitting at its lowest point in the sky, below the eaves of my house that have been designed to block the usually scorching Australian sun and keep a comfortable temperature inside.
I look out the window. My neighbour from across the street, an elderly eastern European man with the stereotypical moustache, is working in the garden as the moderately affluent retirees in my suburb are prone to do when the sun is shining. He regularly talks about his journey from the old country, and I look at him now considering how different his life would be if he hadn't immigrated to this wonderful country. I picture him bent over and broken, grain liquor destroying his liver, back pain destroying his final years.
A bird flutters down to the potted plant outside, a European Starling. It fossicks quickly in the dirt while our ginger cat Leo, also an introduced species, stares out the window starts moving his mouth up and down in rapid frustration at his inability to consume the oblivious bird. The road outside has been littered with broken branches and berry husks from the roving cockatoos recently, but right now my vision is filled with introduced species - european men, starlings, cats. The cockatoos will be back when the sun gets even lower in the sky. I will know, as their screetching can be heard well before the proud white birds themselves arrive.
Outside the sun continues to shine and the sky is a bright blue. The clouds of a few days past are gone, but the soil is still damp, the temperate local weather being wholly unpredictable in the winter months - from wind and incessant rain one day to the bluest of clear skies the next. "Four seasons in one day" is a common refrain for my home city.
I often dream of moving north, where the weather is less prone to such extremes and is more predictable. But then I think to the south to Tasmania may be more desirable - a quieter life, fewer people to busy my day, wilder sights to explore. The days may be colder, but the fires would be all the warmer for it. My life would no longer be chasing the dollar, navigating the perils of office politics and suburban traffic. Instead my worries would be stopping the possums from eating my quince, and breeding my chickens to make the most golden yolks. Wild mountains, wild rivers, native wildlife (other than the chickens).
For now, these are pipedreams. The cultural and familial chains that bind me are strong, and for now I make the most of what I do.
I continue to stare at my screen. How does one write something worthy for this book which has not just been a clearly labour of love, but also a most definitely intense labour? MD Presley has not just written a reference that covers an astonishingly huge breadth of content, but he has done so in a manner that clearly demonstrates his love for the topic and a devotion to learning as much about it as possible.
For people with even a moderate interest in the subject, Worldbuilding for Fantasy Fans and Authors is a worthwhile investment. He tackles an impossibly wide range of topics yet manages to give each of them enough content - not so little you are left unsure, not so much you are left anxious to move on. It's an impressive feat and something I consciously ignore with my reviews where the irrelevant is central.
To me, Worldbuilding is not about lore or history, about apostrophes in names and obscure cities never visited. The world is not a universe, or a planet, or even a country, it is the setting that the story lives in; the atmosphere, the scenery, the feeling. When we stand atop a hill looking out over the panorama in front of us we can't see to infinity. MD Presley presents a huge range of topics to describe what worldbuilding is, but he also reminds us that the view from atop that hill is not made better by knowing what is on the other side of the mountain range in the distance. Worldbuilding is about painting the vista and putting it in context, not about filling in irrelevant detail.
Which leads me to my final point - Han shot first, and retrofitting the canon to say otherwise was an abomination that tainted everything that came before it.