It finally arrived. Surprisingly, in the most rinky-dink, unmotivated packaging I ever saw. The fine fellows from Atlas Press (the spine says @las, I kid you not) seemingly employ people who take pleasure in writing adresses in graffito-tag-style. This is nice with a magic marker, but looks terrible with a biro. Unsurprisingly this is confusing postmen, too.
By the end of the year, I’ll hope I can tell which one of them is more Hollywood than the other, which one is more Delbrückian (or failing and becoming Kromayerian) and which is more Clausewitzian. I have a rough idea, but we’ll see. From reading the introductions to both games, I can tell you that both Debord and Greenwood score amazingly high marks in pretentiousness. The Ballzheimer’s cup first round must remain undecided, as both present maximal claims within their respective (nomothetic vs idiographic re: wars) approaches.
Check out the eerie inverted similarity in content and presentation! A bit like thesis and..anti-t…ank gun?