Friday, July 21, 2006

Pirates? Pirates.


All right, America. If there's one thing these past two weeks have taught us, it's that you freakin' love pirates. Now, I'm no mathematician, but if my calculations are correct, Dead Man's Chest stands to gross approximately eleventeen-bagillion dollars, and why not? Swashbuckling Depp? Check. Undead barnacley sailors? Check. Giant mythical sea-creature? Also check.

So allow me to make a plug, and spread a little piratey joy. Namely, On Stranger Tides by Tim Powers. After several years out of print, it's been rereleased in a lovely trade paperback edition. It's the story of John Chandagnac, a man crossing the Atlantic to exact revenge for his father's death. Along the way, his ship is taken by pirates, and he's given a choice: join them or die. What follows is a magnificent tale of adventure involving Blackbeard, zombies, voodoo, and a quantum-mechanical Fountain of Youth.

Still not convinced? Here's an excerpt (italics mine):

"All set?"

"I'd say so, Phil," Shandy answered with a tension-twitchy grin. "Far too many men, with nearly no provisions, the rigging all held together with nipper twine, and the navigator is a one-armed lunatic taking directions from a severed head in a box."

"Excellent," said Davies, nodding.

Seriously, folks. Do yourselves a favor and pick it up. You won't be disappointed.