Weeknotes 333: Too many threes

It’s too warm for me, sorry, and the planet hasn’t even become uninhabitable yet. Every day in the office this week, which has been good for mind and body; come for the air conditioning, stay for the vibes. I’m busy but in a relatively peaceful way. Three gyms. Another kilo down. I got to the end of Children of Strife, which didn’t so much finish as simply stop happening. Disappointing and dull with no payoff to justify the buildup. It hasn’t put me off Tchaikovsky entirely — Dogs of War feels like it still has more to give, for example — but this series’ setting has clearly run out of steam so I don’t think I’ll be reading any more of it if he does keep going. It’s a shame cos Children of Time is great. Maybe there’s an underlying reason why many writers stop at a trilogy, even if it leaves the audience wanting more, instead of trying to wring a fourth or fifth book out of an increasingly knackered idea. Admittedly I’m only an hour into it, but There Is No Antimemetics Division is…