The curious matter of young N. Vorsoisson

Sometimes I read things that make me say eep! just for what they remind me of.

In A Civil Campaign, an excellent novel by Lois McMaster Bujold, there’s a scene in which Ekaterin, a young widow, explains to her eleven-year-old son why she’s no longer speaking to Miles, the nobleman who’d been secretly courting her:

“Would you like it, if somebody promised to help you become a jump pilot, and you worked your heart out studying, and then it turned out they were tricking you into doing something else?”

Um… Yeah.  Flashbacks to a scene or two in a novel by someone completely different.  Vividly, and in full color.

This is why I jokingly say that the author of A Civil Campaign is deliberately thwarting me.  Chronologically, the most recent book in the series happens when Ekaterin’s son is seventeen.  Now, why should it matter to me, a fan of the series, that the author has not yet seen fit to give us a novel in which this minor (in both senses of the word) character is a little older — say, nineteen?

Because Terrence Cee, that’s why.  And Arde Mayhew — may the tech never become so outdated that he has to retire.  And Taura, whom we shall miss greatly.  Sometimes I think, ‘Do you really think we won’t get it just ’cause the kid has two k’s in his name?’

I’m quite willing to believe it’s just a coincidence.  True coincidence is amusing, too.  On the other hand, as I’ve said before, I was right about the green columns in another pair of unrelated fictions, and sometimes the ‘intuitive eep‘ is correct.

Guess we’ll know in a couple of (in-story) years.  🙂

About Thomas Weaver

I’m a writer and editor who got into professional editing almost by accident years ago when a friend from university needed someone to copyedit his screenplay about giant stompy robots (mecha). Having discovered that I greatly enjoy this kind of work, I’ve been putting my uncanny knack for grammar and punctuation, along with an eclectic mental collection of facts, to good use ever since as a Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom. I'm physically disabled, and for the past several years, I’ve lived with my smugly good-looking twin Paul, who writes military science fiction and refuses to talk about his military service because he can’t. Sometimes Paul and I collaborate on stories, and sometimes I just edit whatever he writes. It's worked out rather well so far. My list of non-writing-related jobs from the past includes librarian, art model, high school teacher, science lab gofer… Although I have no spouse or offspring to tell you about, I do have six cats. (The preferred term is "Insane Cat Gentleman.") I currently spend my time blogging, reading, editing, and fending off cats who like my desk better than my twin’s.
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