Does A Psalm For The Wild-Built Have A Sequel?

A paperclip can be the seed of a crime. I love that idea — the tiny, almost laughable object that, when you squint at it correctly, carries fingerprints, a motive, and the history of a relationship gone sour. I often start with the object’s obvious use, then shove it sideways: why was this paperclip on the floor of an empty train carriage at 11:47 p.m.? Who had access to the stack of documents it was holding? Suddenly the mundane becomes charged. I sketch a short scene around the item, give it sensory detail (the paperclip’s awkward bend, the faint rust stain), and then layer in human choices: a hurried lie, a protective motive, or a clever frame. Everyday items can be clues, red herrings, tokens of guilt, or intimate keepsakes that reveal backstory. I borrow structural play from 'Poirot' and 'Columbo'—a small observation detonates larger truths—and sometimes I flip expectations and make the obvious object deliberately misleading. The fun for me is watching readers notice that little thing and say, "Oh—so that’s why." It makes me giddy to turn tiny artifacts into full-blown mysteries.

It's fascinating how a single book can sail through different times and spaces! 'Wendell and Wild,' written by the ever-so-creative Neil Gaiman, originally hit shelves back in 2022. From what I remember, it embodies that signature blend of whimsy and deeper themes that Gaiman is renowned for. The story dives into the adventures of two demon brothers, Wendell and Wild, who enlist the aid of a teenage girl to escape the underworld, and honestly, it’s both enchanting and slightly eerie. The illustrations in the book, done by the talented Chris Riddell, are nothing short of magical. They complement Gaiman's words perfectly, drawing the reader into this unique world. While the book might seem like a lighter read at first glance, it's packed with thought-provoking ideas about family and confronting one's fears. It’s a charming blend of dark fantasy that captures the essence of Gaiman’s storytelling perfectly. I often think about how it ties into the animated film adaptation that followed, highlighting the brilliance of transitioning from page to screen in a way that respects the source material while also broadening the visual storytelling. If you're someone who enjoys a bit of whimsical darkness, this one’s a treasure worth diving into!

Wendell and Wild' stands out in storytelling for its incredible mixture of dark humor and lush, vivid imagery. From the get-go, it draws you into a world that's both whimsical and unsettling, beautifully balancing light and shadow in its narrative tone. The authors, particularly in their portrayal of the titular characters, skillfully blend the everyday with the fantastical, creating a storyline that feels fresh and relatable yet completely original at the same time. The book's shift from the mundane to the supernatural is something I genuinely appreciate. The protagonists, Wendell and Wild, navigate a realm of mischief and chaos, which mirrors real-life challenges of growing up but in a totally unorthodox way. Plus, the story dives into themes of identity, responsibility, and friendship, making it resonate deeply with readers of all ages. Then there's the art! The illustrations are an extension of the story, enhancing the emotions conveyed through the words and immersing us even further into this magical universe. It’s not just a read, it’s an experience, one that lingers in your heart long after putting it down.

Picture a crowded saloon in a frontier town, sawdust on the floor and a poker table in the center with smoke hanging heavy — that’s the image that cements the dead man's hand in Wild West lore for me. The shorthand story is simple and dramatic: Wild Bill Hickok, a lawman and showman whose very name felt like the frontier, was shot in Deadwood in 1876 while holding a pair of black aces and a pair of black eights. That mix of a famous personality, a sudden violent death, and a poker table made for a perfect, repeatable legend that newspapers, dime novels, and traveling storytellers loved to retell. The unknown fifth card only added mystery — people like unfinished stories because they fill the gaps with imagination. Beyond the particulars, the hand symbolized everything the West was mythologized to be: risk, luck, fate, and a thin line between order and chaos. Over the decades the image got recycled in books, TV, and games — it’s a tiny cultural artifact that keeps the era’s mood alive. I find the blend of fact and folklore endlessly fascinating, like a card trick you can’t quite see through.

I’ve been turning this over in my head ever since the manga started going its own way, and honestly, there are a few practical reasons that make total sense once you step back from fandom rage. Manga and novels tell stories in fundamentally different languages. A novel can luxuriate in internal thoughts, long explanations, side histories and subtle shifts in mood over many pages; a manga has to show everything visually and hit beats on a page-by-page schedule. That means pacing gets rewritten: scenes that meander in the novel become tighter, some internal monologues are externalized as actions or new dialogue, and occasionally entire subplots are trimmed or merged so the panels don’t stall. Serialization pressure plays a big role too — editors often want cliffhangers every chapter, or art-friendly set pieces that will sell tankōbon, so plot beats are reshuffled to maximize those moments. Beyond mechanics, there’s editorial and market influence. The mangaka and editorial team might shift tone to match a demographic or to make characters more visually striking and marketable, and sometimes the original author allows (or even asks for) changes to improve the story in a visual medium. That can result in new scenes, altered character arcs, or different villain motivations. I don’t always love all the changes, but I appreciate how the manga translates some emotional beats into unforgettable imagery — it’s a different experience, not necessarily a betrayal, and I’m curious to see where those choices lead next.

I actually stumbled upon 'Chasing the Wild' while browsing for adventure novels last year, and it immediately caught my attention because of its gritty, realistic tone. The author’s note at the end mentions that it’s inspired by real-life survival stories, but not a direct retelling of any single event. It’s more like a mosaic of different experiences—things like wilderness rescues, extreme camping mishaps, and even some folklore about lost travelers. The protagonist’s journey feels so vivid because the writer clearly did their homework, weaving in details that only someone familiar with survival scenarios would know. That said, don’t go into it expecting a documentary-style narrative. It’s fiction first, with just enough realism to make you double-check your own camping gear afterward. I love how it balances thrills with those quiet, introspective moments that make survival stories so gripping. After finishing it, I fell down a rabbit hole reading about actual survivalists, and now I’m weirdly tempted to try a solo backpacking trip—though maybe not as extreme as the book’s protagonist!

I get a real kick out of modern books that wear cowboy hats and small-town dust like a second skin. Lately I've been sinking into novels that riff on Wild West aesthetics but focus on the rhythms of village life—slow gossip, land disputes, creaky porches, and the way secrets spread in a place where everyone knows your name. If you want an entry point, check out Craig Johnson’s Longmire books. He’s been putting out cozy-but-stark Wyoming mysteries for years, and his more recent entries (the series continued into the 2010s and 2020s) have that frontier-village heartbeat—local sheriffs, community rituals, and landscape that feels like a character. Paulette Jiles wrote 'News of the World', which leans into post–Civil War frontier village dynamics and feels intimate and very human; it reads like a small settlement’s history told through a traveler’s eyes. For something off-kilter and contemporary that still taps into rural, frontier energies, Stephen Graham Jones’ 'The Only Good Indians' threads Indigenous perspectives into a modern, haunting tale rooted in place and memory. I also love how authors like Patrick deWitt with 'The Sisters Brothers' play with the Western template—comic, dark, and oddly domestic—while Joe R. Lansdale’s 'The Thicket' is pure rough-and-ready frontier storytelling with folksy village moments. If you like a range from classic-feeling Westerns to weird, modern spins, those writers have been publishing in the 2010s–2020s and scratch that wild west village itch for me—each in their own deliciously different way.

Wild take: the Impa you meet in 'Breath of the Wild' and the Impa who stars in 'Age of Calamity' are connected by name and lore, but they aren't the same on-screen portrayal that you get to play in 'Age of Calamity'. I get why people mix them up — both are Sheikah and both exist around the 100-year calamity timeline — but the games present them differently. In 'Breath of the Wild' you encounter an elderly Impa living in Kakariko Village who knows about Link's lost memories and helps point him toward regaining them. Her role is quiet, wise, and focused on guiding Link in the present timeline. Meanwhile, 'Age of Calamity' is a spin-off/prequel-style retelling that shows many characters decades younger and puts them into big-action, what-if scenarios. The Impa in that game is a younger, combat-forward Sheikah leader who takes part in battles and heroics you don't see played out the same way in 'Breath of the Wild'. The two games portray different slices of Hyrule history: one is a melancholic, present-tense journey through a ruined world, the other dramatizes a revised past where events unfold differently for dramatic gameplay reasons. So yes, you can say they're the same person across Hyrule lore in a broad sense, but no, the playable, ninja-style Impa from 'Age of Calamity' doesn't appear in 'Breath of the Wild' as that version — you get the older Impa and a few memory glimpses instead. Personally, I like both takes; they give me different flavors of the Sheikah mystique.