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| “Tell me, Mr. Winge, does the expression homo homini lupus est mean anything to you? “Tell me, Mr. Winge, does the expression homo homini lupus est mean anything to you?Autumn 1793, Stockholm. For those of you who like to time travel on vacation, if you are thinking about visiting late 18th century Stockholm, you might want to reconsider. Not a garden spot. Still recovering from a great fire that laid waste to vast swaths of wooden buildings, it is a place of dire poverty, epic corruption, and nose-piercing filth, featuring a hill constructed largely of excrement. A bit tough on the sensibilities. Makes Dickensian England seem a stroll through a sculptured garden. But if you decide to wander there through the pages of The Wolf and the Watchman, be forewarned. Wear heavy boots and bring something to mask the moral and olfactory effluvium. [image] Niklas Natt Och Dag - Photo from Bokförlaget Forum Jean Michael Cardell is a watchman (not like the type in graphic novels). A watchman here is a low-end police sort, usually a damaged war veteran, set to the task of harassing prostitutes and others whose presence is considered offensive. He is summoned by local urchins to come see what they spotted floating in the area’s lake. The floater is incomplete, missing all four limbs, eyes and more. No chance he fell off a boat. Cardell drags the carcass out and sends the lads off to fetch proper police. Slogging into the muck was not exactly a no-brainer for Cardell, a large, brawny sort, otherwise employed as a bouncer in a local pub. He still has nightmares of his military experience, losing a close friend when his ship was hit, along with a host of fellow sailors, and his left arm. His lost mates visit him in dreams, along with the devil welcoming them into the briney deep. He drinks to silence the memories. Cecil Winge is not exactly an employee of the local PD, but is called in on a case-by-case base, so, a consulting detective, with characteristics not unlike those of another in that line of work a bit later and southwest of here. He is the proud owner of an exceptional mind and an exceptionally damaged set of lungs. Winge is dying of consumption. And solving this case is something good he can do before, you know, the clock runs out. Who would do this to another human being, and why? And the game is afoot. The odd couple of Winge and Cardell do their best impression of Holmes and Watson, each bringing to the investigation a diverse set of skills and experiences. The pair work together, but also separately. Clues are followed, which, of course, lead to other clues. Pavement is pounded, locals are questioned, documents are examined, and so on. We get a look at the Stockholm of the time, and move closer to finding out what happened. Then jump back to Summer, 1793. A young man (16), one Kristofer Blix, who had been a surgeon’s apprentice in the military, has come to Stockholm to continue his education and make a place for himself in the world. Unfortunately, he falls in with some unsavory sorts and soon finds himself in a terrible bind. We learn of his adventures entirely via letters written to his sister back home, somewhere in Podunk, Sweden. Skip back again, to Spring 1793. The third part of the novel follows Anna Stina Knapp, as working class as humanly possible. Dad long gone, Mom a washerwoman who becomes ill every Spring. Light on prospects. This Spring, Mom does not spring back. Add to this, on the very day of mater’s demise, a representative of the local church stops by to accuse her of whoring. Not true, of course, but without the connections to gain a presumption of innocence, or the cash to hire a good lawyer, she is in deep skit. Her experience reminded me of the silent film era serial The Perils of Pauiline, in which our heroine is constantly being placed in danger by evil-doers of diverse sorts. Ditto Anna, who makes us wonder, with each new page, geez, what the hell else can they do to her? It definitely helps that Anna is pretty tough cookie, with resourcefulness and wits to match her fortitude. Still. Kristofer has an amazing run of ill fortune too, but he was kind of a jerk, and had a fair bit of that coming. But poor Anna is pretty much full-on victimized by society and its lesser representatives. Part four, back in the present of the story (autumn/winter, 1793) continues with Winge and Cardell pursuing the truth, and trying to arrange for a best outcome. So, there is the barebones of the story, which will definitely keep you flipping the pages, and occasionally stepping away to let that disgusted feeling settle, maybe take a bath. There are some very nasty things going on here. The place seems to breed folks of a sadistic bent. I have read some Scandinavian noir and this seemed to me beyond that. Åh ja. Not completely, of course. Winge is a smart cookie, applies his wits to see that justice is done, or at least attempted. But he does give us cause to question his judgment from time to time. Cardell is bent on doing right in the world, not necessarily the case with many in his line of work. But, he is also a bit of a ruffian, maybe a bit too fond of cracking heads. Anna, as noted above, is a dear girl, unfairly beset by the world. Very easy to root for her, even if it may sometimes seem we are keeping her going just so she can be done dirt yet again. Kris may generate a bit of ambivalence, as he makes his share of adolescent mistakes, acceding to his urges a bit too much, and not necessarily able to tell where the line between good clean (or bawdy) fun leaves off and recklessness mixed with criminality takes over, but he does have a moral core and is not a bad person. One thing that threw me a bit is how Natt Och Dag plays with the image of Wolf and Watchman. Winge is clearly the wolf, but when we first meet him he is putting together a watch. Cardell, the watchman of the title, by trade, is referred to at one point as watching a rowdy group at the bar, where he works as a bouncer, “like a wolf.” So one may be forgiven for feeling a bit confused about which character is the wolf and which the watchman. For the story alone this is a pretty engaging, interesting read. But Natt Och Dag (which translates, btw, to night and day) is offering three bites at this apple. The second level of The Wolf and the Watchman is the payload of local history. He certainly gives us a touch and feel (and scent) of the time, offering vivid descriptions of working and living conditions and letting us in, as well, on certain historical events of the era. The city had undergone a major fire not long before, which displaced thousands. The king had been assassinated recently, after leading the nation into a reckless war with Russia, done in not by a mob, but by upper class sorts who did not approve. The level of professionalism (or the absence of it) in the police force is made clear, as are the local political shenanigans. We are also made aware of the lively events in France, which was going through some challenges of its own. Headlines in Stockholm were very concerned about the treatment being given to French royalty, which resonates very considerably with the Swedish nobility, concerned about holding on to the best place to display their hats. Finally, there is a third layer to be considered. Not only is Sweden going through changes, so is the world, shifting from what was to the Enlightenment. Winge in particular brings forth concerns that are looking to elevate reason over religion, science over superstition. He spends some of his time taking apart and putting together timepieces. In doing so, he thinks, for example this is how the world should function; rational and comprehensible, where every part has its given place and the effect of its trajectory can be precisely determined.a scientific perspective, an enlightenment perspective. Sadly, the perversity and insatiable gluttony of the one-percenter sorts seems impervious to the advances in human knowledge, feeding the chaos of immorality that permeates the city. Winge is not alone, thankfully, in hoping for and acting to achieve better. His boss at the police department, Police Chief Johan Gustav Norlin, a classmate, a truly honest man, while for the most part able to maneuver the politics of the city, is determined to protect his friend from interference by corrupt upper-class sorts, who would like nothing more than to sweep this criminal outrage under the rug, and who are set to replace Norlin with a notoriously corrupt official. Natt Och Dag took inspiration from several sources. Structurally, he was comfortable with a Quentin Tarantino-like reversal of narrative flow, but even more so by Cloud Atlas, with its brilliantly interwoven stories and commentary on cause and effect. Another was Umberto Ecco’s The Name of the Rose, a medieval monastery murder mystery, in which the detective story was backed by historical information about the time, and enhanced further with a look at the roots of some Catholic doctrines. Natt Och Dag was surprised that his book was given an award intended for crime novels. The book, which was a prize-winner in Sweden under its original title, 1793, is not quite a tight fit with the Nordic noir that has gained such popularity, but does contain elements of it. He was aware that gruesome murders were par for the course in the genre, and he was comfy writing that, but he says the violence here is meant to represent the unjustness of the sociopolitical system of the time. Some might find the depravity depicted here a bit beyond. Be forewarned. I had disparate reactions to the book. It was engaging for sure, but I was feeling a bit beaten down by all the awful things that happen to his characters, particularly Anna and Kris, but as the story moved on so did that discomfort, as Winge and Cardell get back into the picture in the final part of the book. Picking up info about the time (all news to me) was a very welcome benefit, and, as often happens, once I began reading about the author, after having read the book, elements that might have slipped past came into clearer focus. While it may be a bit tough on those with tender sensibilities, The Wolf and the Watchman is, ultimately, a damned good read, one with narrative power and compelling substance. I was very pleased to learn that it is the first in a planned trilogy. When she jolts awake in the darkness of the night, her heart beats with raging euphoria. The purpose of the workhouse is to teach her to spin wool and to imprint on her the city’s striving efficiency and productivity. But more than anything else, she is taught the art of hatred. Review first posted – March 15, 2019 Publication date – March 5, 2019 December 5, 2019 - Literary Hub names The Wolf and the Watchman one of their 50 Favorite Books of the Year December, 2019 - NPR names The Wolf and the Watchman as one of their Best Mysteries and Thrillers of 2019 [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s GR and Wiki pages Interviews -----Shelf Awareness - Niklas Natt och Dag: 'Humanity Is the True Villain in Every Story' - by Kathleen Gerard -----PW - A Multilayered Detective Story: PW Talks with Niklas Natt Och Dag - By Lenny Picker | -----BBC4-Radio - Meet the Writers – Niklas Natt Och Dag - by Georgina Godwin – Audio – 25:23 – This is a fantastic interview. If you want to know more about the author or the book definitely check this out ...more |
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| “I’m a go-between. On the one side is Elmo Shepherd, who believes that brains can be simulated—and that once the simulation is switched on, you’ll “I’m a go-between. On the one side is Elmo Shepherd, who believes that brains can be simulated—and that once the simulation is switched on, you’ll reboot in exactly the same state as when you last lost consciousness. Like waking up from a nap. On the other side is Jake, who believes in the existence of an ineffable spirit that cannot be re-created in computer code.”Bitworld meets Meatspace in Neal Stephenson’s latest novel. Those of you who were around in the 70s and 80s may remember an ad campaign for Miller Lite. Two manly men would stage a faux argument over the best quality of the product. “Less filling,” one would say, the other responding with “tastes great,” the first repeating “Less filling,” but louder, and back and forth they would go. It was cute. And pretty successful for the makers of that product. For a more cinematic image, you might consider Faye Dunaway in Chinatown “She’s my sister. She’s my daughter. She’s my sister. She’s my daughter.” You might find yourself in a similar back and forth (hopefully without the slapping) with Stephenson’s latest novel. It's science-fiction. It’s fantasy. It’s science fiction. It’s fantasy. Stop yelling. You’re both right. Calm down. Have a drink, on me (but please not that Miller Lite swill). [image] Neal Stephenson - image from his Goodreads page Stephenson begins where his 2011 novel Reamde left off. Despite carrying forward some characters, Fall is not really a sequel, but a totally different book, and can most definitely be read as a stand-alone. In the earlier book, Richard Forthrast was the creator of a massively popular multiplayer on-line game that was hacked by people whose game was theft, and led to a rollicking action-adventure tale that paralleled the real-world with the immersive on-line gaming experience. In Fall, a sixty-something Forthrast goes to an outpatient facility for what is supposed to be simple procedure. There are complications, and Forthrast’s game-over announcement is played. But hold on a minute. On checking his will, his bestie, one Corvallis, or C+ from the earlier book, learns that Forthrast had left instructions for just what to do in case of such an event. Along with other billionaire sorts known as Eutropians he had ensured that his brain would be preserved, and then, when the tech was available, scanned with the best available means, and uploaded to the cloud. (Doubt there are any harp-wielding angels there.) [image] Serial sectioning of a brain - image from Wikipedia One of the things that Neal Stephenson does best is walk through the steps necessary to get from notion to reality in a very logical, scientific manner. He is for hard sci-fi what Arthur C. Clarke was in the 20th century, limiting himself to the scientifically possible (although he does take liberties from time to time, as in his explanation for the moon’s sudden demise in SevenEves). So, what tech will be needed to scan brains? What sort of algorithms might be needed to make sense of the scans? What sort of power might be needed, both in computational and real-world energy requirements, and how might that be provided? How would this all be paid for? Great stuff. Love this! Stephenson gives serious consideration to what the experience might be like for a person, a consciousness, an entity, a what? that finds that their death is not quite so permanent as they’d thought, and now find themselves in a totally alien environment, floating in a sea of chaos, with little clue as to how to move on, in any sense of the word. How much does memory define personality? Can you have a meaningful being without a meaningful place? These discussions are going on as we This is not so far out a notion as you might expect. There is considerable interest among the silicon valley gazillionaires in life extension through technology. A recent NY Times article told of attempts to revive decapitated pig brains. I will leave you to construct your own joke out of that. The article (link in EXTRA STUFF) also addresses the approaches to recording the brain’s layout and activity. All for neuro experiments that have immediate medical application, of course, but you have to know that such work will be gobbled up by those with the means to advance the work from the theoretical to the actual. Stephenson’s stories tend to take place over protracted periods. This one covers about a century, well in real-world time, anyway, and we are kept abreast of some of the ongoing social and technological changes that occur over this period. In BitWorld, time sometimes runs faster and sometimes slower than it does in real time. Changes are considerable. I expect this also mirrors the author’s experience of how the writing of a book progresses. Stephenson is also fond of carrying forward character and institutional names from earlier work. That continues here. The mysterious and very long-lived Enoch Root, for example, shows up, having survived untold ages in earlier books. Will he snuff it in this one? There are plenty of other links to the past. I did not keep track. He is also fond of cryptography. That shows up in Fall as well, although mostly in a symbolic form. The first third, or so, of the book takes place primarily in what is referred to as “meatspace” in the extant culture. It is set a bit into the future, but not really all that much. In addition to looking at the technological possibilities for the digital extension of life, Stephenson offers a harsh satire of a United States that has become divided between the coastal, educated, better off, parts of the country, and Ameristan, a vast flyover area generated by the Facebookization of the nation, to the point where truthers insist that a fake nuclear bombing of Moab, Utah took place, despite the very obvious, provable truth that it did not. This dumbing down of the population, often deliberately and for dark purpose, has created a need for actual paid humans to serve as editors for people’s internet feeds. It helps to be well off. Those not so fortunate are left with an internet that is referred to as “the Miasma.” Religious kookery comes in for a look, very much a part of the triumph of disinformation and know-nothingism. It is way, way too resonant with contemporary trends in digital media and the impacts of those on our sociopolitical reality for comfort. PC Mag: What's the larger message you were trying to get across through the Moab hoax?The middle of the book offers a back and forth between Meatspace and BitWorld, until it is taken over almost entirely by the goings on in the digital sphere, at which point it becomes, to my taste anyway, less filling. Back in the day, Ace published sci-fi books in pairs. They were called Ace Doubles. Read one, maybe 125 pps, then, literally, flip the book over and read an entirely other novella, maybe another 125 pages. You don’t need to flip this one over, and it would take particularly fit wrists to manage it, in any case, but it really is two books in one. The second is a fantasy, with battling gods, flaming swords, giants, angels, talking birds, a fortress, rebirth, a quest, secrets, familiar elements of many a fantasy. In Reamde, Stephenson alternated between the real world and the gaming environment. The stakes are a bit higher in Fall as the alternating universes may flip between life and after-life worlds for the reader, but for the characters there is no such back and forth. The notions of consciousness inside the game T’Rain and the consciousness in the Bitworld of Fall, when you step back from it, do not seem all that different, as, even if one passes on in Bitworld, one’s connectome (map of a brain’s neural connections) can just be uploaded again. So, maybe the two are not so different after all. Just rebooting within one sphere of existence instead of going back and forth between bits and bods. It would take a much larger review than even this one to go, in any detail, into what happens in BitWorld. Suffice it to say, and it should be pretty obvious from the title of the book, that the first man in Bitworld, the shaper of things, is cast out of his particular brand of heaven (it looks a lot like Iowa, no, really). [image][image] The D’Aulaires’ Greek and Norse myth books In the beginning of the novel much is made of the D’Aulaire books about Greek and Norse mythology. You would do well to keep both volumes (at least) near to hand for tracking which names have been lifted from which book, and how they relate. And let’s not forget the good old-fashioned Bible (old Testament) in which Lucifer is cast down from heaven (a directional joke is made of this). There will be smiting! Adam and Eve put in an appearance, the firmament comes in for a bit of attention. There is a lot of destruction, rebirth, hubris, people failing to make it to the promised land. And then they get reborn after incurring their personal game-overs, so a single character can have several iterations, and names, as time in Bitworld moves along during their absence. Maybe in a book a third the length I would have been up to making a chart, but other books await. I am sure there is someone out there who has already begun. I did not find such a chart on Stephenson’s media sites, but I suppose it is possible there might be one somewhere in there. Regardless, it can be fun keeping track of who’s who, and who was who, through their sundry lives. Things that bugged me. Let’s reiterate that I liked this book quite a bit. That said, is it really necessary for Stephenson books to go on for such duration? Unlike Stephen King, who has produced a considerable number of doorstops, and who will brook no editing, Stephenson allows his work to be edited. I am told this one came in at least a hundred pages heftier, so I take some comfort from the fact that it could have been even longer. Also, one wonders how a process that is, by all indications, extraordinarily expensive, and is able to accommodate enough people to cause, or at least assist in causing, a decline of Meatspace population, might be sustainable. No, this toy would have been reserved for the uber wealthy and the rest of us would have been relegated to our minimal single lives slaving away to produce sufficient profits for the one-percenters to continue exploiting us forever from their digital realm. Turns out, in this look anyway, you can take it with you. What would happen if, from catastrophes natural or unnatural, the machines were shut down? I could certainly see an angry Meatspace global mob doing all in their reach to cut the power cord to the BitWorld masters. Tough for the post-mortal to feel totally comfy about their eternal prospects if eternity were reliant on such variables. But I guess I shouldn’t be too irked at such things. The point of the book is the ideas, and those are explored wonderfully. What might a digital afterlife look like, on an individual basis and a communal one? Any book informed, as this one is, by the author’s conversations with the likes of Jaron Lanier (originator of virtual reality, among other things) and technology historian George Dyson is bound to keep your gray cells whirring. On top of that, Stephenson’s extension of the current madness in media, looking at the impact of our current sociotechnical trends on civility, the organization of our nation, and on sanity itself, is quite wonderful, and hopefully not too prescient. Finally, while his bridge-crossing to fantasy from hard sci-fi seems odd, it is also very daring, and it is clear he had a lot of fun mixing sundry mythologies into a pretty interesting literary brew, regardless of whether you prefer to think it tastes great or is less filling. Dodge may suffer a significant demise in Fall or, Dodge in Hell, but you are unlikely to join him. I expect most readers will, instead, feel uplifted by the fun of tracking myths, and the intellectual excitement of considering the large ideas Stephenson has brought to bear. In short, Fall or, Dodge in Hell is, for readers, a bit of heaven. Review posted – 7/5/9 Pub dates -----6/4/19-hardcover -----6/2/20- trade paperback November 28, 2019 - Fall is named to the NY Times list of 100 Notable Books of 2019 EXTRA STUFF has been moved to the comments section below the review. ...more |
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| Can you ever make a new world that properly addresses the wounds of the past? - from Lightspeed interviewThe Kingdom of Copper is the second in S.A. C Can you ever make a new world that properly addresses the wounds of the past? - from Lightspeed interviewThe Kingdom of Copper is the second in S.A. Chakraborty’s Daevabad Trilogy, and it must be trying harder, as the first was amazing and this one is at least as good. I suppose you might pick this book up and have an entirely fine time reading it, but I would not advise it. If you have not read the first one, The City of Brass, jump on your flying carpet and dash off to your local bookstore. (Oh, and could you pick up some lamp oil at the bazaar on your way back? Thanks.) I suppose you could use one of your wishes to just make it appear, but really, that would be cheesy. It’s like Game of Thrones. Yeah, you can jump in at some point and catch up bit by bit, but, really, you have to be there from the beginning to get the most from it. Ditto here. Come back after you have read volume one, ok? And if you have already read #1, then Salaam and good evening to you, worthy friend. [image] Shannon A. Chakraborty - image from her site So, when we left our heroes, Nahri, an orphan of a hustler from Cairo, who discovered she had skills, is stuck in Daevabad, the nominal city of the series title. Her buddy of a prince, Ali, had been banished from the kingdom for opposing his pop, the ruthless, genocidal, king Ghassan, and Darayavahoush (Dara to you and me), a complicated Djinn sort, monstrous warrior, hottie, and decent guy, was done in by said Prince Ali, although Ali may not have been entirely in charge of himself when it happened. [image] There is at least one sand ship that flies through the story, and this was the closest image I could find – image from Munin’s sketchblog We are several years on. Nahri is married to Muntadhir, Ali’s older brother, the heir apparent, handsome, smart, and the epitome of Mr. Wrong. More of a political alliance than a love match. (Marry my son, or I will start slaughtering your people. Well, since you put it that way, sure.) Ali is making a life for himself in a desert town, using his newfound talent for things aqueous to locate underground water, or make it appear, or something. He is reluctant to make too much of a life for himself, as he remains the target of occasional assassins, and would spare potential family members the discomfort of having to plant him, or maybe get caught in the crossfire. Dara, who we thought was gone, is only sort-of gone. He is brought back from some plane of existence where he was wandering by forces that are less than divine, but hey, he gets to live a bit more, so whatev. On the other hand, Dara is enslaved again, made to take on a mission he would probably be happier skipping. (Mass slaughter is sooo last millennium) And he is stuck in a material form he is not thrilled with. So, a mixed bag. All three must contend with not only external hostile forces, but internal moral crossroads. (yeah, like Grand Central Station) The World of the Daevabad Trilogy – from the author’s site [image] In book #1 we alternated between Nahri and Ali’s POV. This book adds Dara’s, although for far fewer pages than the other two. There is overlap, of course, as combinations of the three engage at diverse points. Political intrigue continues to be a major feature here. Very GoT, as sundry tribal groups (even within families) vie for influence, power, and turf. Instead of the Seven Kingdoms with their associated Targarians, Lannisters, and Starks, et al, there are tribes. The Geziri are the current ruling class, to which Ali, Muntadhir, and Ghassan belong. Nahri is of the Daeva group. Her ancestors used to rule in Daevabad, until the Geziris drove them out with extreme prejudice. Since you read the first volume, (you read it, right?) you know, it gets complicated. [image] The City of Daevabad - image from author’s site The motive force for the story in Book #2, Nahri has discovered the remnants of an ancient Nahid hospital in less than wonderful shape, and seeks to have it restored so she can expand her work. In addition, she has learned of non-magical healers in the city, and looks to join with them to broaden her knowledge base and treat all the city’s residents. As one might imagine, this notion meets considerable resistance from those in power. (No, not Steve King) But with the help of Ali, whom she hates, by the way, for killing Dara, (Ali had gotten suckered into coming back to the city, wondering if he would be slaughtered when he arrived.) there is some hope of gettin’ ‘er done. It takes a village, though. Others are brought in to the attempt and politics are played. (Can’t we all just get along?) There is a big centennial event planned for the city, called Novatetem, Mardi Gras on steroids, parades, floats, feasts, competitions, and, well, there are folks who are planning some unpleasantness. The action accelerates as we get closer and closer, the November 1963 moment in Dallas, the coming hurricane, the ticking bomb. You know the deal. Michael Bay cum White Walkers cum ILM magnificence, and great fun. But also, with characters you care about trying to make it through. [image] Image by Juan De Lara There are secrets aplenty, double-crosses, and some pretty neat magical tech. Toss in a few nifty large-scale monsters for good measure. One of the really cool things about the fabulous environment Chakraborty has created is that buildings constructed by the Nahid respond to Nahri, who is now the #1 Nahid in the place, so is referred to as Banu Nahri e-Nahid, (aka Banu Nahida) or Lady Nahri of the Nahid people, which comes with perks. Pictures on the walls of Nahid buildings animate when she passes. Things like that, and some that are more substantive. Pretty cool. In addition to the internal struggles with which each of the characters must cope, there are broader-scale motifs. The notion of Occupied People is a strong one in the book. [In medieval history] so many of these cities and civilizations were the products of waves of conquest. How does that shape the societies that survive them generations later? How do conqueror and conquered influence each other and how do their stories and legends of what happened get transmitted? Can you ever make a new world that properly addresses the wounds of the past? - from the Lightspeed interview [image] Image from Shkyscrapercity.com It is a major challenge trying to figure out how to make peace with the travesties wrought on the Nahid by the Geziri, but also on others by the Nahid. How can you step off the eternal wheel of revenge and retribution, how can you heal the wounds of the past? In a very concrete way, Nahri attempts to do just that. Even though she was an impressive healer in book one, she was largely an uneducated one. But she has been working and studying hard, is learning some new tricks, and now, in a place that seems to act as a booster to her abilities, she is becoming an even better doctor. But can Nahri, in league with others, keep the city from descending into the usual cycle of eternal genocidal violence? Can she forgive Ali? Can she survive her crappy, shotgun marriage and her psycho genocidal father in law? It takes more than an ability to repair bodies to heal a city. Chakraborty’s decision to make Nahri a doctor grew out of her own experience. I wrote a lot of this while managing a large obstetrics & gynecology practice (while my husband went to medical school), and I really wanted to capture the messy reality of medicine. It’s not always glamourous and noble; it can be exhausting, the work is bloody and tiresome and challenging, and sometimes your patients are terrible. It requires a confidence bordering on arrogance to cut into a person for their own good, and I wanted to show how a character might grow into that. - from the QuilltoLive interview [image] Image by Juan De Lara There are bits of humor sprinkled throughout. My favorite is when a shape-shifter with a fondness for turning into a statue, cannot get back to normal, and Nahri is stuck removing pieces of rock from him. “But it’s so peaceful,” he pleads. There is another LOL scene in which Ali is compelled by his father to taste some impressively appalling dishes from around the kingdom. A ref to a hospital room specially designed to keep floating djinn from injuring themselves puts one in mind of a Mary Poppins scene in which characters and furniture dispense with gravity. These were delightful. There are a lot of details to keep track of, tribes, places, words, characters. Thankfully appendices are provided, as are rather broad view maps, which I included here. My only disappointment with the book was that Dara did not get as much time as the other two, the definition of a quibble. [image] Image from The Thief of Baghdad I’ve gotta say that volume 2 was a major page-turner for me. The ARE I read came in at 608 pages and I wished it were longer, really. (oops, there goes another wish. How many do I have left?) The action is almost non-stop. The characters are seriously engaging. There is actual character development. Moral considerations are treated seriously. There is real content woven into this fantasy world, an appreciation for the literary history of Islamic civilization, and there is wonderful creativity in the details of magic here. The Kingdom of Copper is pretty much all you could possibly wish for in a fantasy read. And you don’t even have to use up the limited supply in your special lamp. Review first posted – January 18, 2019 Publication date – January 22, 2019 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----SYFY Wire - S.A. Chakraborty's The City of Brass started out as history fan fiction - by Swapna Krishna Shannon Chakraborty didn’t want to be a writer when she grew up. “I wanted to be a historian, but I’ve been a bookworm since I was a kid,” she said. She originally wanted to be a historian, with a specialization in the Middle East. “That plan got a bit derailed for a variety of reasons, one of which was graduating in 2008 when the economy collapsed, so I figured I’d work while my husband went to medical school and keep my mind occupied with a little world-building/historical fan fiction,” she explains.-----The Quill to Live - The City of Brass – An Interview With S. A. Chakraborty I come from a pretty big family and always enjoy seeing well-done portrayals of complicated, messy, exasperating and yet also still loving relatives; I think it’s a thing many of us can relate to. And I’ve always had a particular fascination with rival princes. They’re fairly common in history, and yet I can’t imagine the emotions that go behind making a decision to war against your own brother.-----Pen America - On Magic, History, and Storytelling: The PEN Ten with S. A. Chakraborty by Lily Philpott – an interesting, wide-ranging chat -----Lightspeed Magazine - Interview: S.S. Chakraborty - by Christian A. Coleman – Lots of excellent information here Items of Interest -----The World of Daevabad on the author’s site -----Barnes & Noble - From City to Kingdom: S.A. Chakraborty on Building the Magical World of the Daevabad Trilogy - this is credited as B&N editors, but seems really the author talking about the development of her magical world -----My review of Book #1 in the Daevabad Trilogy, The City of Brass ...more |
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| No one wants to hear that their child has a dark side. Especially when she’s dead.Well, or thought to be. It is every parent’s nightmare. Eighteen No one wants to hear that their child has a dark side. Especially when she’s dead.Well, or thought to be. It is every parent’s nightmare. Eighteen-year-old Alexandra O’Connor (Alex) and Rosie Shaw have been out of touch for a week, and Alex’s parents are alarmed. Her A-level results are in, a source of great interest, and stress. She had promised to call and this was not something she would have willingly put off. Not necessarily a huge big deal if dear daughter were closer to home, but Alex and Rosie had been backpacking in Thailand and the margin between fear and action narrows in inverse proportion to the number of miles separating parent and child. I can relate, having a son who worked in China for a spell, and a daughter who went to school in France for a semester. [image] Fiona Barton - image from Connexion France Detective Inspector Bob Sparkes, returning from an engagement in Barton’s two previous books, gets the assignment. He has pressing concerns of his own, centering on a wife with terminal cancer. The main look at events here is through the eyes of Kate Waters, a veteran reporter, who can identify with the frightened parents as she has some issues as well. Her #1 son had unexpectedly dropped out of college to do humanitarian work in Phuket. Might not be a problem if the little turd ever phoned home, but he is practically as missing as Alex and Rosie. Maybe mom can kill two birds with one stone by digging in on this story and giving herself an opportunity to check up on junior. Where the detective may have the greater authority, the reporter has more freedom What Kate Waters gives me is the freedom to go in any direction – a freedom I loved when I was a reporter. One week I’d be interviewing a rescued sailor in Australia, the next, talking to the Mother of Martyrs in Gaza or in a Glasgow flat with a man accused of online child abuse. While police officers are drowning in a sea of forms in triplicate, she can pick up her notebook and go. - from WHSmith blog interviewIt is Kate who gets most of the ink here, the third novel in which she has been featured. (after The Widow in 2016 and The Child in 2017) That is probably because writing about a reporter is something to which Barton brings decades of personal experience. She was a senior writer at the Daily Mail, news editor at the Daily Telegraph and, as chief reporter at the Mail on Sunday, she received the Press Association’s 2002 Reporter of the Year award. Among other benefits, being a journalist offered her many opportunities to study body language and speech patterns at the many criminal trials she covered. the interview is her primary narrative tool, the scalpel that gets words, both spoken and thought, emerging from her characters. - from Hazlit interviewWe follow the events in chronological order, alternating perspectives among The Reporter, Kate, The Detective, Bob, and The Mother, Lesley, Alex’s mom. There is a fourth look as well, a third person omniscient chronology of the actual events in Thailand. The timeline for the last begins earlier than the other three views and overlaps with those, but is also a straight chronology. One thing Barton is fond of is looking not merely at the victims and potential perpetrators, but at their families. The impact on Alex’s family is given considerable attention, as is the impact on Kate and her husband of Jake having inexplicably stopped communicating with them. The family impacts share space with the usual procedural steps one expects in a suspense novel of this sort. Where there are cops there are questions to be asked, people to speak with, clues to be found, explanations to be considered, assumptions to be made, corrections to assumptions to be made, shifting direction and theory with the emergence of new bits of information. What gives the straight and narrow of find clue-examine clue-proceed to next clue that permeates mysteries of diverse sorts a needed jolt is the twist. Barton delivers. There are more bends than a plate of Pad Thai. If the characters are not engaging, the rest of the story suffers. Not having had the pleasure of reading Barton’s two prior Kate Waters books, I did not arrive at this book with the character’s personal history in my head. No familiar ticks to look for, no unresolved personal or professional challenges from the prior two that made me want to follow along to see what would turn out. Ditto for Bob. That could be an impediment, if the author decides to spread out the inners of a protagonist over too many volumes. Thankfully, I did not feel at a loss in The Suspect. Kate Waters was a nicely drawn character. You do not need to know her prior cases and experiences to be able to plunge right in. Go ahead. The water’s fine. There is less of Bob, but it is enough to keep him human. The young’uns are nicely painted as well. Alex is a pretty decent sort, Rosie less so, and the people they encounter in Thailand are a mixed lot. Caring about Alex, in particular, adds the engagement you want in this sort of work. What happened to her? Will she be ok? Secrecy is a major motif. There is a core concept in the book about parents not really knowing their own children. …as I grew and started reading books from my parents’ bookshelves, I discovered the thrill of finding out other people’s private thoughts and actions. It began with detective stories—Sherlock Holmes and his powers of deduction, and the shoals of red herrings in Agatha Christie’s novels. The “ta da!” of a heavily concealed denouement.The hush-hush is not limited to the victims’ parents. This is a particularly strong element, one that offers considerable oomph on top of the satisfaction of a this-then-that-to-resolution story-telling, a willingness to look at how good people can sometimes overlook bad behavior, in inverse proportion to the closeness of the sinner. There is also a powerful look at what it is like both dealing with the press and being among the reporter scrum howling outside your door. A look at the frenemy clot of reporters vying for ways in to a story they have all been assigned is both dark and delightful. Colleagues or competitors? Add to that a look at some elements of life in Thailand that may push it down your bucket list a few rungs. I do not really have any major gripes with the book. One minor gripe is the title. Maybe it should have been The Story. Fact is there is no suspect at all until well into the book. I suppose if the publisher had dropped the The from the title, it might have been more justifiable, as there are many elements in the book that can be considered suspect without linking that word to a person. But a pretty small quibble in the scheme of things. The Suspect was immediately engaging, a page-turner even. Fast-paced, logical, with relatable characters, offering excellent payload about the news business and life in Thailand, with content about parents’ perceptions of and relationships with their kids, while offering a pretty good story. Nothing at all suspect about that. Review first posted – January 11, 2019 Publication date -----USA - 1/22/2019 -----UK – 1/24/2019 I received an ARE of this book from Berkley Books. There was no demand that a review be written, but I strongly suspect they prefer one be posted. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Interviews -----Hazlitt - ‘There’s No Mitigation for Killing a Child’: An Interview with Fiona Barton By Naben Ruthnum – on the reporter or cop interview with a subject as a duel – pretty interesting -----WHSmith Blog - Fiona Barton: The Development of Kate Waters and the Decision to Make her an Investigative Journalist -----The Daily Mail - My light bulb moment: Best-selling author Fiona Barton reveals what inspired her to drop everything and volunteer in Sri Lanka - - by Liz Hoggard -----Omnivoracious -The Amazon Book Review - "Writing Is a Weird Job"--Kate Hamer in Conversation with Fiona Barton - forget the wording in the source, this is not a book review,but a back and forth between Barton and Hamer -----Shelf Awareness - Fiona Barton: The Strength of Secrets - by Kerry McHugh – the interview follows a review of Barton’s book The Widow -----The Connexion – French News and Views - The Accidental Novelist - by Jane Hanks -----The Globe and Mail Fiona Barton: ‘Writing is not just about putting words on a page’ - by Jenny Lewis Items of interest -----Publishers Weekly - In My Own Words: Fiona Barton Spills a Secret -----What’s the Matter with Kids Today - from the film Bye Bye Birdie -----Secrets - One Republic -----Secrets - Israel Houghton (feat. 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| I was born without a voice, one cold, overcast day in Brooklyn, New York. No one ever spoke of my condition. I did not know I was mute until years I was born without a voice, one cold, overcast day in Brooklyn, New York. No one ever spoke of my condition. I did not know I was mute until years later, when I’d opened my mouth to ask for what I wanted and realized no one could hear me.Deya Ra’Ad, a Brooklyn teenager, had been raised by people who guarded old-world beliefs and customs. It was expected of her that she would agree to marry one of the Muslim suitors who passed her family’s muster, and begin producing babies as soon as possible, and as for having a separate career, a separate identity, well, not so much. It could have been worse. She could have had her mother’s life. This is a tale of three generations of women told primarily in two time periods. Isra Hadid, was born and raised in Palestine. We follow her story from 1990 when she was 17. She dreamed of finding someone to share her life with, someone to love. Isra cleared her throat. “But Mama, what about love?”Isra looooooved reading A Thousand and One Nights, a book that holds special meaning for her. The book would come to her aid in years to come. Isra was married off as a teen and moved with her new husband, Adam, from her home in Palestine to Brooklyn. No land of milk and honey for her. She was barely allowed out of the family’s house. Had no friends. Did not speak the language. Husband worked mad hours for his father. Mother-in-law was more of a prison warden than a support. Isra was expected to produce babies, preferably boys. And pregnancy happened, soon, and frequently. But sorry, girls only, which was considered a source of shame. So was allowing her face to be seen by anyone after her disappointed, worked-nearly-to-death, increasingly alcoholic husband beat the crap out of her for no good reason. The shame was on her, for she must have done something to have earned the assault, the shame of a culture in which dirty laundry was washed clean of indicating marks, and only the victim was hung out to dry. Keeping up with the Khans was of paramount importance, in reputation, if not necessarily in material wealth, in perceived propriety, and, of course, in the production of male heirs. Isra struggles with feeling affection for her daughters as each new daughter becomes a reason for her husband to hate her even more. As if post-partum depression were not enough of a challenge to cope with, post-partum shaming and assault is added to the mix. Already a quiet young woman, Isra becomes even more withdrawn as she is subjected to relentless criticism, denigration, soul-crushing loneliness, and even physical abuse. She is largely left to her own devices, is hampered even by a hostile mother-in-law, and finds no support system in other Islamic women in Brooklyn. Of course, being kept on a cultural-religious leash which was basically strapped to the household kitchen and nursery made it all but impossible for her to even have a chance to make social connections. Have a nice day. [image] Etaf Rum - from her site We follow Deya Ra’Ad from 2008 when she is eighteen, and under pressure from her grandparents to choose a husband. Her journey is two-pronged. We accompany her as she does battle with her family, wanting to have her own choices. They may come from a Palestinian background, but Deya was born in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, New York, USA, New World, and is not ok with feeling forced into a set of rules that not only is alien to this place, but which she finds personally indefensible. We also tag along as she tries to peel back carefully guarded family secrets. She and her siblings have been raised by her father’s parents since she was eight, her parents having been killed in an auto accident, an event that has always been clouded in mystery. She does not remember any warmth between her parents, even remembers some of the abuse her mother had endured. We want to learn more about the circumstances of Isra and Adam’s passing, and so does Deya. Finally, Fareeda Ra’Ad, Adam’s mother, Isra’s mother-in-law, Deya’s grandmother, comes in for a look. Not nearly so much as Deya and Isra, but enough to get a sense of what her life was like, and how her experiences helped shape the person she became. She is pretty much a gorgon to Isra, but we get to see a bit of how she became so awful, getting some sense of why she clings so doggedly to beliefs and customs that are hardly in her own interest. One day a mysterious woman leaves a message for Deya on the steps of her grandparents’ house, which raises even more questions. Might her mother still be alive? Pursuing this lead, she begins to get answers to many of her questions. But even with new knowledge, Deya is still faced with difficult choices, and still has to cope with some difficult people. The stories of Deya and Isra in particular are compelling. We can probably relate more to Deya who is straddling two worlds with a firmer foot in the new than her mother ever had, being able to act on the questions and concerns she shared with her mother. But Isra’s story is gripping as well. We keep hoping for her to find a way to make things better, boost our hopes for her when chance opportunities present for her to alleviate her suffering, her isolation. One element that permeates the novel is the notion of reading, or books, as sources not only of learning but of comfort, company, hopefulness, and inspiration. Isra’s love for Arabian Nights is palpable, and an affection she passed on to her daughter. It is an interest that is revived in Brooklyn when a relation notices Isra’s affection for reading and begins providing her with books. Isra carves out precious personal time in which to read, a necessary salve in a wounded life. “A Thousand and One Nights?” Sarah paused to think. “Isn’t that the story of a king who vows to marry and kill a different woman every night because his wife cheats on him.”Isra, Daya, and Fareeda’s stories are the means by which Etaf Rum fills us in on a largely overlooked aspect of contemporary life. There are Palestinian, immigrant and American-born, women who have been and who continue to be subjected to outrageous treatment by their communities, by their families, by their spouses, solely because of their gender. She points out the culture of self-blaming and social shaming that aids and abets the brutalization, and virtual enslavement of many such women. I do not know if Rum intended her book to reflect on the wider Arabic culture, or on practices in Islamic cultures in diverse nations, so will presume, for the moment, that her focus is intended specifically for Palestinian women. A Woman is Not a Man is not just a riveting story of the trials of immigration, but a powerful look at the continuation of a culture of socio-economic sexual dimorphism that treats males as rightful beings and females as second-class citizens at best, breeding-stock or slaves at worst. The book put me in mind of several other notable works. Exit West is another recent novel that looks at the stark differences in Middle Eastern versus Western cultures through the experiences of an immigrant couple. A Thousand Splendid Suns shows the oppression of women in Afghanistan under an extremist religious regime. Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows considers East-West strains in a London Punjabi community. 2018’s Educated shows a more domestic form of oppression of women, foisted by an extreme form of Mormonism. What Rum has provided with A Woman is No Man is a look at a particular set of women who have been suffering for centuries without the benefit of much public awareness. “Silence is the only option for Palestinian women suffering domestic violence, even here in America, and I hope to give voice to these women in my…novel.” - Etaf RumOne thing that I particularly appreciated was that Rum put the men’s brutality into some context, not treating it as some immutable male characteristic, or excusing it, but pointing out that it had an origin in the wider world, and showing how women could come to accept the unacceptable. The wounds of her childhood—poverty, hunger, abuse—had taught her. That the traumas of the world were inseparably connected. She was not surprised when her father came home and beat them mercilessly, the tragedy of the Nakba [The 1948 Palestinian diaspora] bulging in his veins... She knew that the suffering of women started in the suffering of men, that the bondages of one became the bondages of the other. Would the men in her life have battered her had they not been battered themselves?Still, might have been a decent thing for them to have exercised a bit of self-control, maybe take their rage out by shooting at bottles or something. It did her no good for Isra to leave Palestine only to be caged up in Bay Ridge. With our national proclamation of secular authority and religious tolerance, and even with the anti-Islamic sentiment that set in after 9/11, the USA should still be an excellent place for Islamic people to be able to practice their faith, free of the oppression that afflicts so many Eastern nations, in which one branch of Islam outlaws the practices of other sorts. But if Islamic people who come to or are born in the USA are not allowed to participate as Americans, but only as foreigners living on American soil, where is the gain, for them or the nation? There may not be a thousand and one tales in Etaf Rum’s impressive novel, which should be an early candidate for sundry national awards recognition, and will certainly be one of the best books of 2019, and we can expect that there will be more unfortunate women who will suffer miserably unfair lives that no Sheherezade can spare them, but one can still hope that the tales told by Etaf Rum may open at least a few eyes, touch at least a few hearts, offer some a feeling of community, or at least a sense of not being totally alone, spare at least some the dark fates depicted here, and hopefully inspire others to action. Patience can be a virtue, but in excess it can function as a powerful link in a chain keeping the present far too attached to an unacceptable past. Rum’s book is a powerful story, one that impatiently calls the world’s attention to the plight of Palestinian women, an oppressed minority within an oppressed minority, and proclaims rather than asks, “Can you hear me now?” Review first posted – December 14, 2018 Publication -----March 5, 2019 (USA) hardcover -----February 4, 2020 Trade paperback [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section directly below, in comment #3 [image] ...more |
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| Fear comes to me three times a day, always without knocking. It sits beside me and if I stand up it follows me, by now it’s practically a cons Fear comes to me three times a day, always without knocking. It sits beside me and if I stand up it follows me, by now it’s practically a constant companion.World War II. Death could arrive at any moment, particularly when your city is being targeted by enemy bombers. In a way, a sudden violent end becomes the expectation. One to be avoided if at all possible, of course. Rosa Sauer flees the Allied bombing of Berlin in Autumn 1943. Though married, her husband had joined the army. She goes to stay with her in-laws in the town of East Partsch, in East Prussia. But, in a classic case of out-of-the-frying-pan-into-the-fire, she finds herself in a situation every bit as perilous as the threat she had fled. Soon after her arrival, members of the SS arrive at her in-laws’ house and inform Rosa that she has been selected to serve her country in a most unusual manner. It seems the Fuehrer’s base of operations (Wolfsschanze, aka The Wolf’s Lair, now Parcz, Poland) is only a few miles away, and, among his other psychiatric challenges, he is terrified that his food might be poisoned. (Well, maybe not so crazy about fearing assassination) She will be one of fifteen young women drafted to become Hitler’s food tasters. The upside, of course, is that she will be eating much better than most Germans. The downside is well…you know. [image] Rosella Postorino - image from Globalist In the beginning, the story alternates between her experience as a taster and the time immediately leading up to that. We get a look at Rosa’s personal history, and some of the events in Germany. There is a dark tale of 1933 book burnings led by Goebbels that seemed even a bit much for his own followers. It is particularly chilling. Most of the story is about the interactions among the women forced into this job. (Guess all the men were too scared?) They run a gamut, with a few Hitlerian true believers among the more usual range of humanity represented there, telling dark, racist tales that the eagerly gullible relish as wantonly as fans of InfoWars do today, with about as much basis in reality. There are perils this forced sisterhood face together, including mistreatment by the guards, and being forced to remain in the facility all the time instead of being bussed back and forth between home and work, after a failed assassination attempt on you-know-who. We learn some of the tasters’ secrets, and see their relationships evolve with the impact of shared misery. Rosa becomes friends with one taster who is shielding a particularly large piece of information. When she is generous with a younger taster the others give her a hard time about it, as if generosity were somehow a sign of weakness. Their relationships with the guards get complicated. Are they on the same team? Or are they prisoners? There is considerable sexual tension, as well. During the time when the tasters are still able to live outside the compound, Rosa is befriended by a local Baroness, eager for conversation with an educated, if untitled, woman from Berlin. Attending gatherings at the Baroness’s place comes with complications of its own. And there is the ever-present need to make the most of a bad situation. [image] Margot Wölk at 95 – image from Der Spiegel Rosa is a thoughtful Virgil leading us through this particular ring of hell, offering consideration of underlying moral questions. Why, for some time now, had I found myself in places I didn’t want to be in and acquiesced and didn’t rebel and continued to survive whenever someone was taken from me? The ability to adapt is human beings’ greatest resource, but the more I adapted, the less human I felt.She must cope with the probable loss of her husband, reported MIA. Is he gone? Should she hold out hope or accede to the likelihood of his demise? When push comes to shoot will you find yourself on the flat or pointed end of the bullet? Will you be able to decide for yourself or will you leave it to others to decide for you? I could have known about the mass graves, about the Jews who lay prone, huddled together, waiting for the shot to the back of the head, could have known about the earth shoveled onto their backs, and the wood ash and calcium hypochlorite so they wouldn’t stink, about the new layer of Jews who would lie down on the corpses and offer the backs of their heads in turn. I could have known about the children picked up by the hair and shot, about the kilometer-long lines of Jews or Russians—They’re Asian, they’re not like us--ready to fall into the graves or climb onto trucks to be gassed with carbon monoxide. I could have learned about it before the end of the war. I could have asked. I but I was afraid and couldn’t speak and didn’t want to know.Pastorino offers up some darkly comical tidbits about the not-so-fearless leader, including reference to his considerable problem with flatulence, (I can only imagine what Mel Brooks would have done with that) being afraid to go to sleep, becoming a vegetarian after visiting a slaughterhouse, keeping his aides up all night regaling them with stories, the late nights rich with Hitler humiliating his staff at length, which sounds uncomfortably familiar. They appeared to enjoy being the focus of his dark attention, like sycophants today. We learn that Eva Braun hated Blondi, the singing German Shepherd that Adolph doted on. And for all you white nationalists out there, you will also learn the proper way to deliver a Nazi salute. Margot Wölk is the actual person on whom Rosa Sauer was based. Wölk was interviewed on the occasion of her 95th birthday, in 2012. (links in EXTRA STUFF). Postorino happened cross the article in 2014 and thought it ideal subject matter for a novel, throwing together issues of daily mortal terror, sacrifice, adaptation, destiny, love, survival and guilt. Trying to relate to this person, whose life was so different from her own, Postorino gave her characteristics of herself, a particular appreciation for clothes, vanity, chattiness, her hair color and her name. [image] Margot Wölk in 1931 – image from BZ-Berlin Another novel about Frau Wölk, by V.S Alexander, The Taster, was published in the USA in 2018, a few weeks after Postorino’s book was published in Italy. Alexander’s book was released later in the UK under the title Her Hidden Life. A weird coincidence, but it seems likely that both were inspired by the same late-life revelations by Frau Wölk. At the Wolf’s Table, originally published in 2018 in Italy, was a big hit there, winning the Premio Campiello Literary Prize. The translation by Leah Janeczko is smooth. It reads as if written by an English speaker. My only gripe about the novel is that I found the romantic element less than persuasive. The strength of this novel is in giving us a character we can feel for, trying to survive in a time and place in which one’s continued existence could not be presumed from day to day. She is an intelligent, feeling person, who considers more than just the usual externalities, but offers an awareness of larger, deeper considerations. It also gives us a look at a little-seen aspect of Nazi Germany, a rare item indeed. And finally, it presents perspective (while written by an Italian) from a regular-person German, neither Nazi nor resistor. Postorino has served up a filling and delicious meal of a novel. Bon Appetit. Review first posted – February 1, 2019 Publication date -----USA – January 29, 2019 -----Italy – January 11, 2018 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s GR, Twitter, Instagram and FB pages Items of Interest -----Polpettas Magazine - In Conversation with Rosella Postorino - by Margherita Visentini - a very worthwhile interview with the author, despite a less than perfect translation from Italian -----Reading Group Guide -----Revolvy - a bio of Margot Wölk - with some detail on her pre-taster life -----Spiegel Online - Hitler’s Food Taster: One Bite Away from Death - by Fabienne Hurst -----NY Times - What if the Powerful (and Paranoid) Started Using Official Tasters Again? - by Ligaya Mishan -----Wiki on The Wolf’s Lair -----Triumph of the Will - Although I had seen clips of this, I had never seen the entire film. Have now. The tasters, among others, are made to sit through it while at the compound. Remarkable film-making. 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| Earlier that week, when he was explaining that Maximilian Everard controlled more than a fifth of the votes in the state via his sway over his whit Earlier that week, when he was explaining that Maximilian Everard controlled more than a fifth of the votes in the state via his sway over his white friends who in turn held sway over the Negro tenants farming their land, Paul Johnson had warned Montgomery about the evening they were going to spend at Bluest Heaven, noting, “Those boys there will be true Delta.” Monty had understood the phrase to refer to any white plantation owner from the “Valley of the Lower Mississippi” who was socially entitled, financially comfortable and, as if Zeno had devised a paradox concerning Kentucky bourbon, perpetually fixed halfway between sober and drunk. He knew those weren’t the only paradoxes of their breed. True Deltans were also, simultaneously, ostentatious and genteel, careful of debt but careless with risk, patrician planters and rugged frontiersmen, as hedonisticly liberal as they were politically conservative—the most Mississippian of Mississippians. In the main parlor, a semicircular room with ceilings eighteen feet high and alcoves built into the walls to exhibit marble statuary, Monty was introduced to a group of men who made him realize he’d barely understood the half of it.American Pop follows a century, or so, of America through the experiences of the Forster family, from the arrival of paterfamilias, Tewksbury, a doctor transformed by immigration into a pharmacist, to Houghton, his ambitious, hard-working son, the one who came up with the formula for what would become the best-selling carbonated drink in the nation, to his children, Montgomery, the politician with a secret, Lance, very bright, but with a talent for self-doubt and destruction, Ramsey, Lance’s twin, with secrets of her own, one of which will kill her, and Harold, the innocent of the crew, possessed of a sweet nature, and a deficit of understanding. And then there is the generation after them, with complications and challenges aplenty. [image] Snowden Wright - image from his Twitter page The opening scene is a tracking shot, an operatic overture, the reader’s eye following this Forster, until another enters the scene, then we follow that one until he or she changes direction and we spy another, until we have met them all, or most anyway, and been offered a snippet of who they all are. It is breathtaking. I can hardly wait to see it done properly on screen. It’s a big story, an American story, but with seven-league boots that take us to Europe, South America, and Asia, from the trenches of World War I in northern France to stylish Paris on the eve of another war, from Hollywood to Greenwich Village. There are Doughboys and Nazis, socialites and Senators, smoke-filled rooms and a ��This-is-the-way-it-is” scene worthy of Ned Beatty as Arthur Jensen in Network. But mostly it is a song of the South. The South has, to put it lightly, a fraught past, with slavery and the Civil War and, more recently, racism, misogyny, homophobia, and anti-intellectualism. We have a perpetual BOGO sale on social issues. In American Pop, I tried to grapple with those issues, not only as they relate to the South, but also as they relate to the country as a whole. There’s a reason I didn’t title the novel Southern Pop. The South’s problems are also America’s problems, and that’s never been clearer than it is in our current political situation. - from The Millions interviewAn early cross-racial allegiance seemed a bit of a stretch to my 21st century eyes, but I could see it in an earlier age, in a way like the butler, Stevens’, dedication to Lord Darlington in The Remains of the Day. Romantic elements cross racial boundaries, some in a dark way, another in a more hopeful vein. There is a delicious scene in which a black driver offers his VIP passenger a vision of how black people see the reality the uppers create. And, as one would expect, there will be some coffee in the cream. Matters of love abound, from wind-blown trysts to the longing of a lifetime, from classic love of the usual sort, beautifully drawn, even celestial at times, to love of the forbidden sort, movingly, achingly portrayed. Love is found, lost, and appears in diverse sorts, from the romantic to the familial, from love of land to love of money and power, from love based on friendship to love based on admiration. Decisions, forks in the dirt road of characters’ life choices, turn on matters of the heart. Decades later, over drinks at The Brook one evening, William K. Vanderbilt II would jokingly ask, “What gave you the nerve to even try to land a Teague?” to which Houghton answered that it was the same thing that let their ancestors think about leaving the old country, the same thing that helped those first settlers wrest farmland from the wilderness, the same thing giving their waiter that look of defiance tempered with envy, but on August 6, 1890, the smell of honeysuckle flowers in the air and the taste of apple pulp on his lips, the most profundity Houghton could muster while kissing Annabelle was the thought, Thank God this happened sometime before I die.The book opens with a quote from Nathaniel Hawthorne: Families are always rising and falling in America. But, I believe, we ought to examine more closely the how and why of it, which in the end revolves around life and how you live it.When you cover a century of America you had better populate it with interesting characters or it might read like a history book. This American century begins in the 1870s and concludes in 1986. Tewksbury, who begins the family’s ascent, is a joyful character, not at all put out by being denied his profession in the New World. He finds another way, starting a pharmacy. His son, Houghton, as a young man, may put you in mind of George Bailey from It’s a Wonderful Life, a good-natured soul, with purpose, focus, and a work ethic most of us can only marvel at. It is no wonder he provides the rocket fuel for the Forsters’ ascent, becoming the scion of PanCola, our stand-in for Coke. Soda has always seemed to me such an American drink. It is to this country what wine is to France, tea to England, beer to Germany, or toilet water to misbehaving dogs. Soda is especially pervasive in the South, where I’m from and the region I love exploring, scrutinizing, praising, and criticizing in my work. As Nancy Lemann wrote in the sublime Lives of the Saints, “Southerners need carbonation.” Soda, I figured, would enable me to wed the national and the regional, America and the South, and examine the relationship between them. - from The Millions interviewThe failings of some of those who come after Houghton offer us a view of familial as well as corporate descent. There are costs to being rich, to being born into a family that rules a commercial empire, that is mentioned in the same breath as Hearsts and Rockefellers. There are expectations, and things that are not allowed, along with the means to erase evidence of dark deeds or errors, all existing within a world that proclaims its righteousness while often indulging in private excess. One thing I would have preferred for American Pop was for it to have been longer, not a common gripe. When Wright allows himself time to go at his characters at length the results are extraordinary. There is a smorgasbord of Forsters, by birth and marriage, to be sampled here, and I felt short-changed when each was not given as much attention as some others, seeing wonderful opportunities cut short. For a book of such broad scope to come in at (in my ARE) a mere 384 pages seems a slight to what might have been. Don’t get me wrong. I think this is a marvelous read, but it is so amazing at times that I wanted the same amazingness to have been applied more liberally to the characters who got less ink. Not much of a gripe, I know. (And one I expect might be addressed if this book is made into a TV mini-series. A theatrical film would, no doubt, cut characters rather than flesh them out.) There was one other item that jarred a bit. One character goes abroad as a way of filling a gap, recovering from serial disappointments. This seemed pretty clear, but Wright opted to tell us overtly exactly why this character was heading elsewhere. Seemed unnecessary, and a tort of telling over showing. There is a lot of flash-backing and flash-forwarding. Sometimes it worked perfectly, but at other times it seemed a shortcut in place of further writing about a character, spoilerish in a way. Wright gives the novel the patina of a family memoir. My first conception of the book was for it to be the opposite of Capote‘s “nonfiction novel” In Cold Blood. I wanted American Pop to be fictional nonfiction. To achieve that effect, I used certain techniques of nonfiction, such as source citations, quotes from interviews, and the use of specific dates and times, similar to what Michael Chabon did in The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and Susanna Clarke in Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell. – from The Millions interviewIt is a story about story-telling, personal and global, and how our sense of who we are, our nostalgia, our supposedly shared values and history, constitute a concoction that, while it may have a foundation in the pure water of reality, of this-then-that, is flavored by the secret ingredients of lies, half-lies, and incomplete truths, with a splash of wickedness, and the effervescence of the truly marvelous. One of the first great books of 2019, it might be better to think of American Pop as American BOOM! Can I get another bottle please? On his way back downstairs, Robert passed a rare photograph from 1910’s notorious “PanCola Summit,” a weeklong motivational sales meeting. The photo featured hundreds of Panhandlers crowded in front of a platform. According to the expose “The Church of Pan, or the Cult of Pan?” written by a British reporter who infiltrated the event, it was less of a pep rally and more of an indoctrination, creating mindless automatons whose only goal in life was to sell sugar water. “This wasn’t the country I’d envisioned,” began the expose, if Robert remembered correctly. “It was the South, a country within a country. But which was more real, the exterior one or the interior, the body or the soul?” Review first posted – February 8, 2019 Publication date – February 5, 2019 December, 2019 - NPR names American Pop as one of their Best Books of 2019 [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, GR, and FB pages American Pop is Wright’s second novel. His first, Play Pretty Blues (The Life of Robert Johnson), was published in 2013. His writing has appeared in Atlantic, Esquire, Salon, The Millions, the New York Daily News, Esquire, The Paris Review, and probably plenty more. The opening of the novel, read by Robert Petkoff Interviews -----Print – The Millions - Southern Discomfort: The Millions Interviews Snowden Wright - by Matt Burgess -----Print – Clarion Ledger - A soft drink empire, outrageous family, cola hunters: Snowden Wright on 'American Pop' - by Jana Hoops -----Audio – NPR - Author Snowden Wright Chronicles Fictional Southern Cola Dynasty In Novel 'American Pop' -----Audio – Writer’s Bone - Friday Morning Coffee: American Pop Author Snowden Wright - from about 6:00 ...more |
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| In evolutionary biology, parasitism is a relationship between species, where one organism, the parasite, lives on or in another organism, the host, ca In evolutionary biology, parasitism is a relationship between species, where one organism, the parasite, lives on or in another organism, the host, causing it some harm, and is adapted structurally to this way of life.[1] The entomologist E. O. Wilson has characterized parasites as "predators that eat prey in units of less than one" - WikipediaWell, sometimes a host gets to be an entire feast. Maurice Swift can be plenty charming, and he is quite something to look at, but he has issues with morality, and is possessed of a very considerable and toxic ambition. He wants to be a writer. Not just any writer. He wants to be a world-famous writer, winner of The Prize. And he does have talent. He can write. The only problem is that he is a form without substance. Maurice cannot, for the life of him, come up with any story ideas. Luckily for Maurice, the world is bubbling with such talents. It is left to Maurice to attach himself to those who are able to concoct stories, or even just recount good stories from real life, and drain what he can from them before casting aside their empty husks. We begin when young Maurice latches on to Erich Ackermann, an aging gay writer who has lived almost his entire life bereft of romance. Preying on Erich’s desperation, Swift slowly draws from the once top-tier talent a life story of unrequited love during the days of Hitler, and a heinous betrayal that has haunted Ackermann all his life. [image] John Boyne - image from The Guardian by Murdo Macleod We get to see Maurice from the outside until the final part of the book, his marks telling us about their dealings with him. Of course, things are not entirely black and white. Yes, Maurice is awful, and he does seek to take undue advantage of those he targets, but his victims do not always enter into arrangements with Maurice with blinders on. The more experienced among them, at least, know that he is not exactly a choir boy, while recognizing that he could pretend to be one if they wanted him to. Most see that he means to feed on them, and are ok with that, up to a point, there being some give as well as take. Also, in addition to being a pretty awful specimen of humanity, one redeeming feature is that Maurice feels a great desire to be a father. Does this make him less sociopathic? It certainly seems out of the usual range for characters of this sort. And there must be a place inside us where we want Maurice to finally find his grail, without having to cosh Lancelot over the head to get it. Is Maurice a rake or a monster, or are both merely steps on a ladder? Particularly wonderful among Maurice’s targets is a fictionalized Gore Vidal, the one person Maurice targets who sees right through him. The venom in this section is considerable and potent. You might want to wear the sort of disposable rain slicker they give people in the front few rows of Blue Man Group performances lest you find some spatters on exposed skin and are taken down several notches. Delicious fun. …when I was writing this, I watched as many documentaries as I could. I wanted to capture his voice, and I felt that with somebody like that, because he was so sharp, so funny, and so clever, you've really got to raise your game. I felt very sure that Vidal would be the only person in the book who would see through Maurice and not be taken in by him. I worked very, very hard on that section and all of his lines to make sure that they sounded right, that if he was still with us and if he read it, he would feel that I haven't let him down. - from the Goodreads interviewBoyd does a wonderful job of ratcheting up tension, the same result, if not the kitsch, of the little child running back into room where a monster was last seen, to retrieve a favorite stuffy. “You idiot, don’t do it! Come back!” We can see the perils long before his marks do, and even get a pretty good idea of how Maurice is going about his crimes. And we wonder, just how long can this son of a bitch keep getting away with it? If you find this unrealistic, I would recommend for your consideration the question of why Donald J. Trump has not seen the inside of a jail cell for his lifetime of crimality. Sometimes monsters walk free regardless of what they have done. Boyne, author of five novels for younger readers, including the wildly successful The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas, and eleven novels for adults (including this one), has been bringing more and more of his personal life into his books. His prior novel, The Heart’s Invisible Furies, looked at the life of a gay Irish man over the course of a lifetime. In A Ladder to the Sky, Boyne is looking at a millieu with which he is familiar, lit life, book tours, writers, and hangers-on, personalities, dreams, ambitions, and disappointments. Maurice was based on a part of that. “He came from an experience I had a number of years ago with an aspiring writer who sort of attached himself to me,” he says. “We formed quite a strong friendship and it developed into an unhealthy situation. I was very drawn to this man. I’m no innocent in terms of how it all worked out. We were both maybe using each other slightly. The guy was aware of the fact that I’d a crush on him. I was just charmed to be around him. It eventually reached a point where I had to confront that. Not that I was interested in confronting him about it but confronting myself about why I was allowing myself to be manipulated.”from the Gilmartin interviewYou can enjoy this novel on two levels. It is a something of a thriller, watching Maurice wend his way through serial victims. How far will he go, what will he do to achieve his ambitions? And what will he do to keep his true self hidden? On another level this is a wonderful satire on writers and writerly ambition, what they do to get ahead, the networking, light and dark, that fuels success. Whatever elements touch you, we can certainly recognize, in Maurice and in Boyne’s other characters, a need for recognition, whether in the form of personal affection or public acclaim, regardless of the profession or sexual inclinations involved. A Ladder to the Sky is engaging, dark, and wickedly funny. While the rungs on Maurice’s ascent are sometimes too easily scaled, he does encounter the mis-step here and there. You, on the other hand, need have no such concern. Each step up will offer a wider and clearer view until you reach the top and see all. A Ladder to the Sky offers a rewarding vista. Enjoy the view. Review first posted – November 16, 2018 Publication date – November 13, 2018 I received this book from Penguin Random House’s First To Read program in return for an honest review, well, at least one I wrote myself. Thankfully the FTR program does not require one to be the first to review. I noted at least 200 reviews already up by GR Friends, and god knows how many by people I have used and then ditched. I wrote this all myself, I swear. I absolutely did not scan through all those earlier reviews looking for (and purloining) the best ideas, swear to God. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and Instagram pages Interviews -----The Irish Times - John Boyne: We formed a strong friendship, it developed into an unhealthy situation - by Sarah Gilmartin -----Goodreads interview John Boyne Explores the Dark Side of Literary Ambition - by Catherine Elsworth -----Publishers Weekly - Haggling for Fame: PW Talks with John Boyne - by Kelsey Gillespie Smith Odd bits -----A wiki on the many sorts of ladders there are -----10 Writing Tips from John Boyne -----My review of The Heart’s Invisible Furies ...more |
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| When you dance with the Rite of Dreaming, you dance with the gods.Mehr’s got it made, I guess, There were perks to being the Governor of Irinah When you dance with the Rite of Dreaming, you dance with the gods.Mehr’s got it made, I guess, There were perks to being the Governor of Irinah’s daughter—even an illegitimate one. People obeyed you. Servants rushed to your bidding. Even the ones who loathed you—and there were many—were forced to veil their contempt and keep their loathing eyes lowered. All people faced hatred. All people suffered. Few had the cushion of wealth and privilege to protect them as Mehr did.nice wardrobe, plenty to eat, time on her hands, but it comes with downsides. Her father’s grounds constitutes a golden cage. And mom’s side presents a whole other problem. [image] Tasha Suri - image from her Twitter pages While dad is a member in good standing of the Ambahn clan, the ruling caste in the empire, Mehr’s mother was a member of the oppressed Amrithi clan. Not your usual ethnic minority. The Amrithi began ages ago when a magical being called a daiva (djinn-like, with both a physical and a more ethereal nature) got jiggy with a human, making the Amrithi not entirely our sort. The magical side DNA comes with some benefits, though, for some Amrithi anyway. An ability to communicate with the daiva who still roam the world. And how do they communicate, you may ask? Here is the genius of the book. Amrithi communicate with the daiva via physical movement, specifically through dance and sigils,something between magic spells and prayer. (If you have ever seen the TV show, The Magicians, they do a lot of hand sigils there, and not all are of the middle finger variety) They also have dance rites that are the equivalent of the prayer rituals common to many religions. Mehr keeps up the rituals she learned from her mother and from a mentor her mother asked to look after her when she left. The rituals give her a sense of connection not only to her heritage, and her mother, but in a very real sense to the magical events in this world. Suri took some inspiration from her own upbringing. Kids in Indian dance training make abundant use of hand symbols. She also wanted to incorporate that signaling with an element of martial arts. Her characters’ hand sigils are no mere form of artistry. They have real world impact. They kick ass. [image] Author Suri likes Anneika Rose for the role of Mehr More family enters into it. Mehr has a little sister she loves and wants to protect, (and whose safety can be used as leverage against her) and then there is the evil-stepmother, Maryam, (a true bloom of Ambhan womanhood) who does her best to hiss and sneer her way across the page whenever she shows up. She is particularly eager to keep Mehr from continuing the practices of her Amrithi heritage. There’s more. In this fantasy world, which is inspired by a Bollywood version of what the Mughal Empire might have been, reality is not the relatively consistent universe we have come to know. It is a product of the dreams of the gods. Only sometimes those dreams get disturbed, generating hurricane-like storms that dump a whole new type of precip, a thing called dreamfire. Way beyond oobleck. The dreamfire was everywhere now. It was in the air she breathed, in the sweat at the nape of her neck. She could feel the strength of it churning the city into a storm. The buildings were drenched in light, debris flying through the air as if the world had tipped on its side and sent everything sprawling. Even the earth felt like it was moving beneath her feet. It was dizzying, terrifying. Exhilirating.Dad, who clearly loves Mehr, and evil-step-mom, who clearly doesn’t, may have Mehr’s best interests at heart in keeping her confined to the grounds. Seems the talent she has for things magical is in high demand by dark sorts. So, when Mehr slips out and puts her skill to the test, word gets around and she is in a whole mess of trouble. Way worse than being grounded. [image] I like a young Oded Fehr for the role of Amun – image from GirlsAskGuys.om (Yeah, I know Amun is supposed to be dark skinned, but this guy’s face just kept popping into my tiny mind) The religious leader of the empire (midway between Thanos and the High Sparrow), has sent a delegation of mystics and a not-so-subtle Like so many other of the other mystics Mehr had seen in Lotus Hall, his face was swathed by cloth. Only his eyes and bridge of his nose were revealed but his head was lowered, hiding his gaze. The little of his skin she could see was dark She couldn’t tell if he was young or old, ugly or handsome. He was simply male, broad-shouldered and intimidating with footsteps that were soft, too soft. He had a predator’s tread.It is an offer she cannot refuse. No more mani pedis for you, dear. Mehr hits the road with her new associates and the game is afoot. No, really. No saddles or palanquins. They walk across the desert to the evil leader’s oasis-centered temple. His name is Maha, and the similarity to mwahahaha cannot possibly be accidental. Ok, entire-world-fantasies can really get you bogged down in describing everything, (like the above) and then you lose track of the thread. Ok? We got all our words straight, Daiva? Sigil? Amrithi? Ambahn? Jeez, can we move on with it already? The change of scene also signals a change in approach. What ensues is not just learning what dark plans Maha, who is entirely cruel and not entirely human, has in store for Mehr, and taking on that challenge, but getting to know Amun. Is this bad boy really so bad? Why does everyone think he’s a monster? What’s the deal with all the blue tats? And what else will be forced on Mehr? A challenge for sure. The book heads in two directions here. First is getting the lay of the land and finding out who you can trust, and where you can get the best figs. Part of this is dealing with being invited to hang by one group, when you really want to be doing something else, figuring out who can be trusted, deciphering the palace politics in her new town. Very relatable, particularly for the younger set. The other major element is the reveal of what the Maha has in mind, and how Mehr will cope. But the major bit for what seems the largest chunk of the book is Mehr getting to know Amun. They have to come up with modus vivendi in order to accomplish the tasks with which they are charged, and not get, you know, murdered. It was not the fastest read. I enjoyed the first 100 pps of intro to the world and Mehr’s situation, and I enjoyed watching her face diverse challenges and overcome, or not, yet still grow in the process. But I did not enjoy the pace or duration after that. It was reasonably-paced and engaging at first, but settled into a slower, drawn-out tempo that was a bit frustrating. The book might have lost about fifty pages, maybe more, without suffering too much. There are a few interludes when we see events away from Mehr from the perspective of other characters. These offered a break from the central pillar of the tale, and added in a few details Mehr could not deliver to us. There was an element of romantic interaction that was appropriate and engaging, but which took up way too much of the book, detracting from the much more interesting magical, and palace intrigue elements. You know I like a good romance. Well, I read a lot of romance…That’s something that romance series do really, really well. they create books that draw on each other but they’re also kind of discrete stories in themselves. You’ve got a beginning, a middle and end. You’ve got a satisfying conclusion. You know if you pick up the next one you’re going to get the same thing. So, that’s what I’m trying to do with the series. - from the Reddit sessionNot the romance thing, per se, but the beginning-middle-end thing. It was a bit unclear to me whether this was intended for YA readers or adults. Certain tropes made me think YA. Things like a sheltered girl being forced to face life’s realities and find out if she will face-plant or be the stuff that dreams are made of. We have certainly seen plenty of examples of kids or teens with hidden powers that emerge as they grow and confront danger of one sort or another. Evil stepmothers are a dime a dozen in YA tales. And Mehr has a little sister she is eager to protect, like that Everdeen kid. But then, the challenges that Mehr confronts extend well beyond showing the world her stuff. She has to contend with complex moral questions. Suri is also looking at larger issues relating to women. She is interested in how women could exercise power in a heavily patriarchal society, and not settle for invisibility. She shows them choosing paths for themselves, despite the external limitations on their freedom, and sometimes having to hide their true feelings. She managed to catch herself on her hands before her skull met the floor. Then she bowed to the floor, her forehead to the cool marble. She allowed herself to tremble; feigned being a thing bent and broken by his cruelty. She did not have her jewels or her fine clothes, but she had this power, at least: she could give him a simulacrum of what he desired from her. And hold her crumbling strength tight. Let him think he had broken her. As long as he believed he already had, as long as she fooled him, he would not succeed in truly doing so.I very much enjoyed the extreme creativity that went into the literary construction of this world. The magical concepts were impressive, exciting, and fit well with the story. Mehr is an engaging character you will find it easy to root for, particularly when she is faced with wrenching decisions. The writing is beautiful and evocative. I enjoyed much less what seemed a shift from the magical elements and court machinations to an excessive focus on the romantic. But was brought back by the action, twists, and resolutions at the end. I expect there are many castles to be made of Suri’s sands. She has a second book in the series planned, The Realm of Ash, set many years later, looking at the consequences of the actions in book 1. Some dreams can be made real. Published – November 13, 2018 Review first posted – November 30, 2018 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Instagram, and FB pages Interviews -----Definitely check out this audio interview with Suri on InkFeather Podcast -----Not really an interview, Suri takes questions on Reddit - worth a look Other -----The use of dance for communication reminded me of Spider and Jeanne Robinson’s award-winning work Stardance ...more |
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| Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.Cassandra Mitchell is beside herself. She is in dire fina Curiosity is lying in wait for every secret.Cassandra Mitchell is beside herself. She is in dire financial straits after her less than wonderful husband managed to drain most of her trust fund on failed business ventures. The marriage reduced to cinders, the divorce is nearly done, but she is in danger of losing the family manse if she cannot come up with some more money. She works as a tour boat guide part time to bring in something, but her primary gig is painting. Could be worse, I guess, she could be an actor. She has been working on a plan, get a barn on the property fixed up as a B&B, and take advantage of the spectacular views her family has enjoyed for generations. She had some help getting that moving, taking in a mysterious young couple she’d found wandering on the property, exchanging room and board for labor on the renovation. For several months, the company and budding friendships were a welcome extra. But who are they, really, and what the hell happened to them? [image] Loretta Marion - image from Underground Book Reviews The core mystery of the novel is the disappearance of Vince and Ashley. The chapters of the book are mostly arranged around that. Headings like “three months before the disappearance,” “Two months after the disappearance,” with others noting chronological leaps. The other major mystery is historical. Just what was it that had caused the conflagration at Battersea Bluffs eighty years ago, and is there really a curse on the Mitchell family? I guess that makes two other mysteries. No, wait, what about the strange aromas that keep emanating at the house? Is the place really haunted? You might get a snicker or two out of the ghostly presences seeming to change Cass’s ringtone to something alarming, and her screen saver to something other what she wants. Ok, yeah, the place is haunted, so we are back to two. While there are elements from beyond the genre, a bit of paranormal, a bit more romantic flame being fanned than usual, a missing persons investigation instead of a murder, at least as far as we know, even a bit of humor, House of Ashes is primarily a cozy mystery. I have gone through the elements that make up books of that genre elsewhere, so will not repeat that here. Suffice it to say that most of the defining characteristics are present. Which leads us to the (or rather a) cozy reader checklist. Is the lead engaging, smart, and determined? While Cass may have some questionable taste in men, yep. Is the story engaging? It held my interest. Does it provide sufficient clues that you are checking them out on your own, either looking things up, or pondering possibilities? Yep. Is it possible for readers to actually figure out some of the clues, along with the characters? Absolutely. I will go into one particular issue I had with some of the fact-checking a bit further on. A really fun clue was a set of knots in a rope that absolutely has to be some sort of code. Do the final explanations make sense? Sure. Cass is nicely drawn, with singed edges along with a sharp mind, and an ability to sense the presence of her ancestors, a nice variation on the usually anodyne cozy lead. This makes it easier for us root for her to succeed in her mission, whether that is getting her B&B going, selling a lot of paintings, or finding the lost couple. The historical burning of the house informs the story, not only in eighty-year flashbacks, but in the environment that persists, the art direction for the novel. Smoke, fire, and ashes permeate the contemporary story, keeping us aware of the long-term connections. A German shepherd that is afraid of fire alarms is part of this. I have only been to Cape Cod as a visitor, never a local, so cannot speak with any authority on how well the sense of a small-town community is drawn here. But it seemed believable. The ghosts are a low end and mostly a benign presence, filling the air with the smell of burnt sugar. But there are people who smell things other than what Cass detects, very unpleasant things. So, maybe they are not entirely friendly. I had a few issues with the book. There are some annoying teases, things Cass almost remembers at chapter ends, but just cannot quite get a handle on. The speed with which an art show is arranged seemed highly condensed. But the big one entails a serious spoiler issue, so I am hiding it. Do not read this unless you have already read the book, or do not plan to.(view spoiler)[Ok, there is an FBI agent on the case with whom Cass begins to develop a relationship. We wonder if he is on the up and up. In a conversation Cass has with him in chapter 17, he claims that he is coming up against mandatory retirement age. He is 44 years old. This seemed readily checkable, so off we headed to the Google machine. The following from FedWeek.com Law enforcement officers and firefighters will be subject to mandatory separation based on age at age 57 if they have completed the necessary 20 years of service under the special provisions. If they have not completed the 20 years, they will be separated at the end of the month in which they complete 20 years of law enforcement or firefighter service.Agent Daniel may be eligible to retire, given his 20 years of service, but not until age 50, and will not be forced to retire until 57. So, this looked to me like a straight up lie. And if the FBI special agent was lying to Cass, this made him an immediate suspect. Is he really an FBI agent? Why would he lie to her about something so easily checkable? This altered my take on the rest of the book, sparking a concern that Daniel was a baddie. Now, Daniel may or may not be a good guy, (not giving that up) but that determination will have to be made on issues other than his misinformation about retirement age. From what I can tell, this is purely a mistake on the part of the author, unless there is something I am totally wrong about here. (always a possibility) (hide spoiler)] So, bottom line is that I enjoyed House of Ashes. I looked forward to reading it every night before bed. The story kept me engaged. The mystery was interesting. Following the step-by-step was fun. The light humor brought a smile, the romantic element was tolerable. It might enhance the experience to read this in a room with a real fireplace, or at least a candle burning. House of Ashes may not be a four-alarm read, but it will certainly do quite nicely to help keep you warmly distracted for several hours on a chilly autumn or winter day. Review first posted – November 23, 2018 Publication date – November 13, 2018 I received a free copy of House of Ashes from Crooked Lane in return for a fair review. Once I posted, those strange new noises and odd aromas emanating from the attic stopped. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Goodreads and FB pages Item of interest -----On Lightermen ...more |
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| The simplest thing would be to tear it down,” the man said. “The house is a shambles.”You do the right thing. You go to school, spend the years, i The simplest thing would be to tear it down,” the man said. “The house is a shambles.”You do the right thing. You go to school, spend the years, invest the money, put off this or that temporary form of glee, take on the debt, pay it off. Get a job at the bottom of the ladder, work X number of years and move up. There are mis-steps, of course, accidents, bad decisions, re-directions, disappointments. Some big, some less so, everyone has these. You get married, have children, be a solid citizen, join the board of a local youth council, coach your kids’ ball teams. You do the right thing, and everything is supposed to work out ok. You’re not looking to be a millionaire. But you want to send your kids to good schools, see them go to college, have satisfying adult lives of their own. You do the right thing. You don’t cheat on your taxes, or your spouse, you keep trying to learn new things, not just to keep up with changing work skills, but to understand the events and transformations that are taking place in the world, and to satisfy an unquenchable need to learn, to sate that mental itch that keeps laughing at you as an imbecile, correctable only by learning, reading, watching, gathering knowledge, trying to make sense of it. You plan for the future, and have a sane expectation that, someday, you can retire and still have a decent life. You do the right thing, follow the course that has been laid out for a very long time, expecting that the promised rewards will arrive. And sometimes they do. But while you were busy doing the right thing, those with the power and the money changed the rules of engagement. So, instead of an American Dream made real, it is as if you have stepped into an episode of The Twilight Zone. It is a time in which the promises of the past have not just been broken, they have been stolen. And much that could not be hauled away has been set ablaze, or left in pieces by the side of The Road, and so many who live in terror have been persuaded to keep telling themselves that it’s A Good Life. Don’t fight it or it might get worse, much, much worse. Better yet, find some groups who have nothing to do with the real changes and blame them. The right thing has been exposed as a long con, a sucker’s game, rigged, the prizes snatched away even when you hit the bullseye. And those doing the yanking laugh at their victims as prey, as marks. Things fall apart; the center cannot hold, as it is devoured from the right. [image] Barbara Kingsolver - image from her site We live in a time of upheaval. People who have been victimized forever are gaining respect and rights. Same sex marriage is the law of the land, legalization of marijuana is spreading across the country, MeToo is holding accountable many abusers who acted in flagrant disregard for common human decency. Many deservedly respected norms have been tossed aside with a sneer. Notions of fair play seem quaint, civility is in tatters, the earth itself is rebelling against the excesses of short-sighted human folly. So, right up Barbara Kingsolver’s alley. She has always written about big picture issues. She wrote about colonialism in The Poisonwood Bible, about climate change in Flight Behavior, about the divide between art and politics in the USA, among other things, in The Lacuna. In an interview she did recently with Goodreads, Kingsolver says: The question in this case was, "What in the heck is going on?" How can it be that all of the rules—about what kind of leaders people admire and elect to public office, and how we behave as citizens of the world—no longer seem to apply. All the rules seem to be changing. And not only that, but larger, biological rules about our home, the idea that the poles would always be covered with ice, and that there would always be more fish in the sea. All these things that I've always counted on suddenly were no longer true… One of the things you can count on is that people will be very afraid, and they will cleave to leaders who reassure them, even if those leaders behave like tyrannical bullies. When we're afraid, we look for protection. One of the things this book is about is how desperately we hold on to our old world views, even when they no longer serve us, and how we overlook a lot of things to find reassurance.Kingsolver addresses this with a binocular view. In one lens it is 2016, in the other the 1870s. In today’s cast, Willa Knox is a fifty-something journalist, was, is, might still be. The publication for which she had been working went belly up, and now she tries to patch together enough freelance gigs to bring in at least some money, while working on writing a book. Her husband, Iano Tavoularis, had achieved that glory of glories, tenure at a respected college, well, until that institution likewise folded, and Iano was tossed back to the bottom rung, becoming a migrant worker, moving from school to school on one-year contracts at bottom-rung pay. The family includes an adult son, Zeke, living in Boston, a twenty-something daughter, Antigone (Tig), living at home for now, and Iano’s disabled father, Old Nick, the vile relation who leaves no opportunity untaken for spewing his lifelong bigotry, the crazy uncle who ruins family gatherings with mindless opposition to anything decent, the sort of person who refuses to sign up for Medicare, seeing it as a welfare program, despite that action endangering not only his own miserable life, but the lives of the family members determined to take care of him, a fan of Fox and Rush. The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity. In the 1870s, Thatcher Greenwood, like Iano, is a teacher in a local school. He had done the right thing, learned some medicine while serving in the Civil War, studied, and now teaches science. He worked himself up from meager beginnings. His wife, Rose, about ten years his junior, was raised with higher expectations, in a family that did well, until their breadwinner died unexpectedly, and they found that they had not been left so well off as they had imagined. While sustaining her aspirations for a comfortable life, reality intervened, and Rose accepted Thatch’s proposal. One of the great gifts of this novel is the introduction to most of us of a new name in the history of science. Fictional Thatcher’s friend, Mary Treat, was a very real and noteworthy 19th century scientist, having published many papers of original research, and having maintained ongoing communications with some of the brightest scientific lights of the time, including Darwin. Each era is allowed to host its own travails, while mirroring those of its opposite number. Thatch is forced to debate Darwinism with the head of his school, a man who is firmly dedicated to religious explanations for all reality, however extremely he must stretch his rationales to match observable facts. Despite the one hundred fifty years between, we are still infected by people who refuse to accept observable, measurable facts, people who cling to their ignorance as tenaciously as a survivor of the USS Indianapolis to a life-raft. The concern with tyranny is made overt in the historical side of things, as the founder of Vineland, a self-inflated monster who engages in behavior that Donald Trump has only dreamed of (so far as we know), seeing himself as more king than political leader, carries his hatred of a critical press to an extreme. Trump is never named, but is referred to as The Bullorn, the period of the contemporary setting coinciding with the 2016 presidential primaries and election. “I wonder what service is possible…when half the world, with no understanding of Darwin at all, will rally around whoever calls him a criminal and wants him hanged.” – he’d witnessed this very thing in a market square in Boston: the crude effigy dangling from a noose, the monkey’s tail pinned to the stuffed trousers, the murderous crowd chanting Lock him up!…“I suppose it is in our nature,” she said…“When men fear the loss of what they know, they will follow any tyrant who promises to restore the old order.”The central image that crosses the timelines is the notion of shelter. Kingsolver has placed both families in buildings that are crumbling, in the same location, a nice stand-in for the demise of extant societal underpinnings. It is brought in as well to describe why people can be so resistant to new ideas. Science in particular is a venue where Kingsolver has frequently offered insight, connecting the demise of physical spaces here to the feeling of vulnerability. ”We are given to live in a remarkable time. When the nuisance of old mythologies falls away from us, we may see with new eyes.”Offering an explanation for so many who voted against their own economic interest in 2016, in hopes, however ill-informed, that the right would restore a mythical, lost world. From a more optimistic perspective “…your pupils depend on it, Thatcher. Their little families have come here looking for safety, but they will go on laboring under old authorities until their heaven collapses. Your charge is to lead them out of doors. Teach them to see evidence for themselves, and not to fear it.”There are many stressors portrayed, particularly for the contemporaries, that will keep that very large gong, very close to your head, vibrating long and loud, with widespread and lasting resonance. The anti-science terrors have been noted above. Contemporary families must cope with the horrors of the cost of medical care in the last so-called advanced nation that lacks universal coverage. Willa and Iano not only have a disabled elderly family member, who resists the public programs that might cover him, but are the recipients of an unexpected surprise, when their twenty-something son and his gf have a baby, mom, in a burst of 21st century strangeness in the USA, not surviving. Guess where dad and child wind up? Well, child mostly, as young dad returns to the world of work to try to make his way, Granny Willa and Auntie Tig taking on the parenting duties. Mention is made of Zeke’s six-figure college debt, and working as an intern, because if he took a job he would have to start paying back his mortgage-level school debt. The 1870s presented some different stresses, including a look at the particular challenges of being female, when identity was more tied to one’s family and significant-other than may be the case today. The book also looks at self-sufficiency in both timelines. Mary Treat must make a living as a single woman without an actual job, so finds a way, while doing work she loves. Willa must make her way as a freelancer after her employment options are whittled down to none. Tig is a marvel of making do, using her creativity and diverse work exposures to find ways to make her life work, despite the absence of a decent income. Kingsolver is all about themes, ideas, issues, big pictures, but if her characters do not engage, the questions being asked will not be considered. Thankfully, Willa and Thatch are both wonderfully drawn. Good people, coping in difficult circumstances, the walls, literally, falling down around them, while accepting responsibility for trying to keep the families safe. Willa’s travails mirrored a lot of my own, so rang a bit louder. Tig was maybe the most interesting, for her diversity of life experiences, and superior ability to cope in trying times. Old Nick was delightfully unspeakable, if a bit of a broad portrayal. Mary Treat was the most interesting from a reality perspective, but her character does not really move very far once we get to see what she is about. Consider the book quote with which we began this review. Can you really tear it all down? What if you do not yet have something with which to replace it? What if you do not have the means with which to build something else? Rotten structures we may have, but replacement takes time, focus, a plan, and resources. Kingsolver is not interested in providing an architectural plan for our next residence, but she does offer some notions of what it might include, particularly via conversations between Willa and her daughter. One complaint that some have about Kingsolver’s writing is that it can be too overtly political. This good, that bad. Not that there is anything wrong with a book being political. Some things are good, like openness to science. Other things are bad, like autocracy. But the methodology can be subtle and effective or blatant and off-putting. In showing Mary Treat’s love for science, Kingsolver offers a marvel of examples of her work. Showing without telling. Thatcher struggles to frame his defense of Darwinian reason in such a way that he can hang onto his job, and not offend his creationist boss. This resonates with the struggles that are engaged in today over religious groups trying to force public schools to teach that great oxymoron, creationist science, and its twin, intelligent design, as valid scientific theory, and not as what they are, religious dogma. However, with Willa and Tig, in their discussions of what has been happening in today’s world, how things are changing, there is an excess of what felt like lecturing to me. Tig had been shown acting on her perspective. Explaining it all seemed excessive. On the other hand, showing how Charles Landis, a real estate developer and the founder of Vineland, exploited his position to persuade the uncritical of his wonderfulness, was a wonderful means by which to show how the contemporary one percent manipulate public opinion. We may wonder what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? You do the right thing. If you’re lucky it works out. If you started life with a leg up your chances are pretty good, but for the rest of us, well, the right thing don’t mean squat. What do you do when those making the promises steal everything and criminalize resistance? What do you do when your votes are nullified by crooked politicians and stacked courts? We may wonder how best to cope with the changes that are transforming our world. We may be disappointed, or worse, that the rules by which we lived proved to be an illusion, but we may also discover or create new ones. We may seek ways to right wrongs, and we may search for means by which to defend ourselves from further onslaught. Perhaps the best we can offer is to do the right thing, whatever that right thing may be, even if it means having to discover anew what that right thing actually is. In our national house, the roof has been blown off by the latest dire weather. Decisions must be made. Where to rebuild, how to rebuild, even, I suppose, whether to rebuild. We are living in an unsheltered time and Barbara Kingsolver has captured the feeling of exposure that so many of us have been experiencing. Review posted – October 19, 2018 Publication date – October 16, 2018 I resonated bigly with this novel, but did not want to clutter the review with too many personal details, (well, more than I already have) so am tucking a few paragraphs under the spoiler tag, for any who might have an interest, and parking it in Comment #1. =============================EXTRA STUFF The author’s personal site Items of Interest -----A Wiki on Mary Treat -----A Wiki on Charles Landis, the founder of Vineland -----From the Paris Review, a piece on William Butler Yeats, and the poem, The Second Coming, which I sprinkled into the review. -----The Book Trail is a site that helps you visit locations noted in particular books Interviews -----The Goodreads interview - by Kerry Shaw ----The Guardian - Barbara Kingsolver: ‘It feels as though we’re living through the end of the world’ - by Lidija Haas Reviews of other Kingsolver books -----The Poisonwood Bible -----The Lacuna -----Flight Behavior ...more |
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| We’ve been called witches since the beginning of time. Word-cunning, they used to call it—of a piece with invoking demons…We were burned for it too We’ve been called witches since the beginning of time. Word-cunning, they used to call it—of a piece with invoking demons…We were burned for it too. The Crusade wasn’t new, we’ve always been scapegoats. Well, knowledge is always a kind of magic, I suppose.Emmett Farmer is a young man with issues. He used to think that he would inherit his family’s farm. It was the life he was used to and the road he expected to follow to, and beyond, the horizon. But he has not been himself lately. His abilities have deteriorated. He loses himself, in time, suffering dizziness, nausea, and weakness. Some say he was cursed by a witch. When he is offered an apprenticeship with a bookbinder, it offers a way out, however frightening the career and his mentor might be. [image] Bridget Collins - image from United Agents, UK Despite some raw similarities, bookbinding in Bridget Collins’s world is not quite the same as it is in ours. Emmett trains with the elderly Seradith, a woman seen as being a witchy sort by some of the locals. In fact, bookbinding is seen as a dodgy sort of work. What is bound in books here are memories. Instead of sharing recollections or stories, as they do in our reality, the memories bound into beautifully crafted leather books in this world are removed from clients by binders. Unlike books in our world, which are designed to be shared, these books are meant to be hidden. Being on the NY Times Top Ten list would kinda defeat the purpose. At least that is the intent. Cheat on your taxes? Pay off your mistress to keep quiet at the height of a political campaign? Sell out your nation’s security in return for real estate consideration by a foreign enemy? Awkward. But there is a solution, well, for part of it, anyway. Go to a binder and the memories will be nicely removed, leaving your tiny mind virginally memory and guilt free, and ready for that sit-down with whoever might be heading an investigation. If memory-cleansing bookbinding existed in our world, I imagine there would be a long line of potential clients. Of course, it might be a challenge to find binders with the innate talent to make those memories move from a client’s brain to the page. One can train in how to work the leather, sew the pages, and do all the material steps entailed in constructing such a book, but only those with a special gift can smooth the passage from one medium to the other. Emmett Farmer, it turns out, has such a gift. It does not help much with tilling fields, but is crucial for this special craft. …the hours passed slowly, full of small, solid details; at home, in the busyness of farm life, I’d never had the time to sit and stare, or pay attention to the way a tool looked, or how well it was made, before I used it. Here the clock in the hall dredged up seconds like stones and dropped them again into the pool of the day, letting each ripple widen before the next one fell.Emmett acclimates to Seradith’s remote locale (out in the marshes), begins to learn the manual end of the binding craft, and is eager to move beyond to learn what bookbinding is really all about (he does not actually know). He is particularly curious about what goes on beyond certain forbidden doors at Seradith’s emporium, but even glancing inside such doors causes him major episodes of what his boss calls Binder’s Disease, costing him days of consciousness and bringing forth strange visions. These strains increase when certain clients arrive. When he finds a book with his name on it, Emmett realizes that he is less than whole. Part Two of the novel is Emmett’s bound story as reported in that book. Part Three returns us to Emmett’s now, and how he deals with what he has learned. More than that about the goings on risks spoiling a key plot twist. But it does touch on forbidden love and the dangers of loving outside one’s class, however that may be defined. The Binding is an engaging page turner of an historical fantasy, particularly the first third, in which we are introduced to Collins’s world, an amalgam of the medieval and circa 1890 rural England. The mystery of Emmett’s affliction is enticing and his experience at Seradith’s is riveting. I found Part Two, Emmett’s bound story, interesting, but nowhere near as gripping. Part three is pretty much a continuation of Part Two, but with Emmett aware of his history, so is more of a cloth with the second than the first part. Not to say that the latter two are not good, just not so fabulous as the opening, in terms of the engagement of the story, at least. In terms of looking at the socio-economic implications of binding, they are wonderful. One fascinating thing is how Collins came up with her concept. She was working as a volunteer at Samaritans, a non-profit that offers people who will listen for people who need to talk. What would it be like if I could reach out and winch that memory from you? She was also taking a book-binding class at the time, and a happy combination was conceived. In setting her story in late 19th century rural England she uses some history of the era to correspond with events in the created reality. For example, the Binding Law of 1850 in Emmett’s world corresponds to the 1850 legalization of gin (I’ll drink to that!) in English law. The Crusades here, for example, were not about perceived Middle Eastern outrages, addressed with European outrages, but were focused on scapegoating binding for the social and economic disruptions brought about by the rise of capitalism. Binders are viewed as women accused of witchcraft have been in our world, dealers in mysterious practices, necessary for providing needed services, but not to be trusted, and maybe evil. There are many novels that use memory loss as a core mechanism. Some elements of these are fairly common. How is memory lost? Literature is rich with examples, usually of the traumatic sort, usually involving violence, typically a blow to the head. These tend to populate books in which memory loss features as a Maguffin for propelling a thriller or mystery. Next down the list is memory lost through illness, typically Alzheimers’ disease. Still Alice fits in there nicely. There are stories in which memory loss is via external misadventure of a broader, science-fictiony sort, things like plagues. The Book of M is a wonderful example. Less populous is the sort in which memory is willingly surrendered, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind pops to mind. (and we elect to keep it there, for now) The Binding relies on the last of these, substituting a bit of magic for the sci-fi explanation offered in Eternal Sunshine. What lifts The Binding above the crowd of memory-loss novels is its consideration of the societal implications of voluntary forgetting. There are complications, of course, and they are wonderfully explored. Some with power want others to forget what they have done. Think of it as an employment contract, or a user agreement for partaking in pretty much any software. You agree to this and that, and such and such, which will entail the surrender of some inalienable rights. Just click agree at the bottom of the mouse-print form. But damn, you need the job, or want to use the software. However, what if what you are surrendering to the seller, or employer, is the right to your own memories? And what if the person in power has done something they would rather you not remember? You might find yourself (or what is left of you) wearing out a path to the binder’s shop for a bit of a memory trim (Boss just sent me over. Says you should just take a bit off the top, please, and close on the sides, ok?) I will leave to your imagination (and the book of course) how such a system might be abused. So, we have an author who looks at political power in a very personal way. Workers of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your…wait, what was that again? Continuing the image, what if you are starving and selling your memories as a way to put food on the table, the way many in poverty engage in sex work to make ends meet? Puts me in mind of the Beggarwoman from Sweeney Todd (Hey, don’t I know you, Mister?”) Which of course presumes that there are binders out there with somewhat lower ethical standards than the very righteous Seradith. Shocking, I know. To lift the novel even higher is a parallel consideration, the significance, the power of books themselves, what it means to write a book, to read a book, and to share the experiences of another through the written page. I was reminded of The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society and The Book Thief. What if we look at books as a manifestation of self? Not exactly a stretch. Do authors lose a part of themselves when they commit their thoughts to the page? Is reading a book written by someone else a form of voyeurism? Just as in our world, books can be used for benign or malign purposes, books are treated as treasured valuables by some and as a form of personal or mass-produced filth by others. Seradith, essentially, amputates memories, as a physician would take an unhealable limb, a benign act, and saves the bound memory in a beautifully crafted book, kept safe in a vault. Others may make use of such books for corrupt purposes. You, yes you, reading this, you know the power of books, how they can act like a drug, slaking, temporarily, an unquenchable thirst. Very drug-like, no? How about the power of books to heal? Ever read anything that made you feel better? Certainly any well-written memoir can offer one a view of someone’s inner life, but at least in our world, that does not require that the author forget what she has written. Books change lives, whether we read or write them. For writers, a part of themselves definitely finds its way onto the page. And a world in which all books are locked away sounds rather medieval. Collins offers a bit of wry perspective on writing. There’s a growing trade in fakes, you know. Does that concern you?” He paused, but he didn’t seem surprised not to get an answer. “I’ve never seen one—well, as far as I know-but I’m curious. Could one really tell the difference? Novels, they call them. They must be much cheaper to produce. You can copy them, you see. Use the same story over and over, and as long as you’re careful how you sell them, you can get away with it. it makes one wonder who would write them. People who enjoy imagining misery, I suppose. People who have no scruples about dishonesty. People who can spend days writing a long sad lie without going insane…My father, of course, is a connoisseur. He claims that he would know instantly if he saw a novel. He says that a real, authentic book breathes an unmistakable scent of…well. He calls it truth, or life. I think maybe he means despair.I doubt that despair is what you will experience on reading The Binder. This is a marvelous read, a thoughtful, engaging novel, featuring a large dollop of Dickensian social commentary, while following an appealing everyman through the perils of coming of age, and offering in addition insightful observations on memory-as-self and the power of books. I was sure I had something more to say, but I seem to have forgotten what that was. Review first posted – January 4, 2019 Publication -----UK – January 10, 2019 -----USA – April 16, 2019 ----------April 21, 2020 - trade paper [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] [image] This review is cross-posted on my site, Coot’s Reviews, all in one piece. Stop by and say Hi! ==========In the summer of 2019 GR reduced the allowable review size by 25%, from 20,000 to 15,000 characters. In order to accommodate the text beyond that I have moved it to the comments section below in what is currently comment #5. [image] ...more |
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| This is the story of the summer I disappeared - Cora McCloud I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more - Dorothy Gale …the tornado was not an act of God This is the story of the summer I disappeared - Cora McCloud I don’t think we’re in Kansas any more - Dorothy Gale …the tornado was not an act of God, but an act of nature. The wild had come to Mercy that day, as she and her siblings cowered in the bunker, the full force of the wild had roared above them, erasing everything it touched.Cora McCloud, an adult now, recounts the summer when her brother, Tucker, invited her to join him on what he claimed would be an excellent adventure. It all begins when a very Oklahoman (and Kansan) event shattered the McCloud family. A piece of bad luck in the form of a killer tornado made orphans of the McCloud kids, catching their father before he could make it to shelter. ( I remember Tucker telling me that luck was no lady; luck was a mean drunk who didn’t know when to stop punching.) Mom had not survived Cora’s birth, so it fell to the oldest, Darlene, eighteen, to look after the family. Buh-bye college. Seventeen-year-old Tucker, unable to cope, takes off a few months after the disaster, after a fight with Darlene, falling in with eco-warriors, but has a falling out with them as well and heads home several years later. A local cosmetics plant had been producing noxious chemicals, legally, but the tornado did an excellent job of spreading the stuff around, making neighborhoods uninhabitable, with no one being held responsible for footing the bill or taking care of the cleanup. There were also a lot of animals on the property, used in lab testing. It’s enough to focus the attention of the peripatetic Tucker. Pipe bombs are planted. Damage is done. And Tucker is now a wanted man. Thing is, he also has an amazingly sweet nature, has a way with animals of all sorts, horses in particular, and a special bond with Cora. He asks her to go away with him (”It’s time for magic, Cora,” he said. “Let’s leave this place behind.”) and she signs on to follow his particular and very winding yellow brick road. [image] Abby Geni - image from Ksiazka.net (a Polish publication) There are two stories in play here. We alternate, pretty much, between Cora’s tale of her time with Tucker, and Darlene’s struggle to keep the family afloat. It takes all she has. Hostile townspeople do not help. After the storm, the media had descended on the town, and identified the remaining McClouds as The Saddest Family in Mercy, surely an ironic name for a town that seems pretty light on that form of humanity. You do what you have to in order to survive. The McClouds pick up some money from all the coverage, which allows them to live large, if you consider their trailer a castle, Darlene’s gig as an assistant manager at a grocery store a cushy sinecure, and her loss of a college education, somehow, a benefit. People can really suck sometimes. Everything native to Oklahoma was tough and warlike. Only the strong survived here. Our snakes came with venom and a warning signal. Our insects were armored against predators and dehydration. Our birds possess talons, telescopic vision and hollow bones. These animals were designed for hardship. All weakness had been driven out of their genetic lineage by the dust storms, the droughts, and the tornadoes.There is some celestial writing here. Geni has poetry in her pen, particularly when writing about nature. And a feel for craft when she applies the images she describes so beautifully to her characters. Here’s an example: The night was awash with the screech of cicadas. These insects had reached the molting stage of their annual transformation. They first emerged in May as sluggish, flightless, dun-colored beetles, but after enough exposure to heat and sunlight, they would undergo an unpleasant metamorphosis. First they would find a tree or a house or a telephone pole and start to climb—slowly, clumsily, driven by mindless instinct—until they reached a particular height known only to themselves. They would then cling tight, hold still, and gradually become translucent. Their outer skin would slough away. They would burst out through the napes of their former shells and rise into the sky as steel-spun creature with wings as loud as joy buzzers. They left their spent husks everywhere.Geni follows this line of thought to the changes Cora and Tucker are experiencing. They alter their outward appearance to slip beneath police notice, but it nicely reflects an internal metamorphosis as well. The tornado was a gift, Tucker often said. It opened my eyes. Over the past few weeks, he had explained this to me. Most people, he said, were not capable of understanding the plight of the animals. They were too sheltered to comprehend it. Too safe. Even if they knew the facts and figures, they could not imagine the full measure of that kind of devastation.The McCloud kids were all changed by the devastation wrought by the tornado, but, on their summer-long journey, are Tucker and Cora sloughing off useless shells and becoming more advanced, more aware people? It remains to be seen. Tucker has already chosen a path of violence. Will Cora be swept up by his charisma, by the fairy tales he tells every night of their day’s adventures? Cora is pretty much the definition of an innocent caught up in events outside her control, despite her making an overt decision to ditch the strictures of her Mercy family for the adventure of the road with a warm, fascinating character. Twelve-year-olds are not responsible for such things. We are pulled along with her in her adventures with Tucker and become increasingly alarmed and concerned for her moral as well as physical safety. I began The Wildlands with this idea: a twosome on a crime spree. But I didn’t want to explore romantic love or even friendship; those stories have already been told. I wanted to write about siblings. The relationship between siblings—its power and effect—often goes unexamined. Then I began to wonder what a crime spree would be like for a child. How would it shape her mind? How would it alter her identity? What kind of person would she be afterward? That led me to Cora, and soon after, Tucker. - from Chicago Review of Books interviewDarlene has suffered unspeakable losses, but has stepped up and done her absolute best to take care of her family. She may not have Tucker’s free-spirit energy, but she is more than pulling her weight under insane conditions. So, we have two, maybe three, people here to really, really care about. And you will. In Tucker, I wanted to write a character who is right in his beliefs but wrong in his actions. He has the facts, he’s fighting for animal rights, and he talks about justice and saving the world. How could Cora not fall under his spell? How could she discern what’s right about his cause but wrong about his choices? Honestly, I agree with Tucker sometimes myself. I’m not on board with his methodology or his violence, but his sense of urgency is something I share. - from the Tinhouse interviewThere is considerable concern here for matters ecological. Tucker may have gone too far with his actions, but his concerns are not bizarre. Is it possible to care too much, or too immaturely? There is a look at the wastefulness of land use in Oklahoma, but also at the remnant wildness of it. Geni offers a nice consideration of the meaning of the title, which I will not spoil here. It is moving, and effective. There is a bit on what are considered Sooner toughness characteristics, although the historical telling made it sound to me more like a celebration of cheating than anything else. In The Wildlands…I’m writing explicitly about what’s happening to the environment. It’s more urgent than ever. The changes are coming faster than scientists predicted, and the government’s lack of response is terrifying. The Wildlands talks in no uncertain terms about the fact that we are in the middle of the sixth mass extinction on our planet. During the previous mass extinctions on Earth—caused by meteors or volcanoes or natural disasters—up to 90% of all life on earth perished. It’s happening again right now, and this time we’re the cause. - from the Tinhouse interviewCora suffers identity slippage while on the road with Tucker, a real existential crisis. We want her to come back to herself, but there is no certainty she will. On some level, I understood that something irrevocable had happened. I had crossed a threshold I could not come back from. I did not know yet what it meant for me, but I could feel the transformation; I was changing deep inside, at a level beneath flesh, beneath words.Needing to find out what will happen to Cora, (will she vanish into a new identity?) Tucker, and Darlene will keep you turning the pages. Challenges, real and manufactured, are faced, or not, overcome, or not. The McClouds, to the extent possible, try to be the best people they can be, whether that means huge personal sacrifice in order to step in for late parents, or engaging in various forms of eco-terrorism in order to try righting a global imbalance, whether that means allowing the media to tell their story as a way of keeping food on the table, or kowtowing to town disapproval of what, it is claimed, is profiting from the misery of the whole town, whether that means trying to protect a wayward sibling by keeping information from the police, or trying to protect a wayward sibling by sharing information with the police. Cora engages in no heel-clicking to whisk herself back home to the familiar and newly appreciated at her journey’s end. The magic of her time with Tucker was episodic, and, like Dorothy Gale’s, also fraught with existential peril. There are damaged souls in the Oz through which she travels, some of that damage occurring at her hands. There are ordeals and trials, physically and morally. The story comes on you like a sudden storm, lifts you up here, then drops you down there. It is an amazing ride, fast-paced, engaging, soulful, rich with beautiful description, and social and moral perspectives. And the climax to the story is as gripping as it is inevitable. Abby Geni is an amazing young writer whose technicolor future has already arrived. No directional rainbow required. Review first posted – October 26, 2018 Publication date – September 4, 2018 I received this book from Counterpoint in return for an honest look. Would have had this out a couple of weeks back, but was laid low by a tummy bug, and posted no review (Oh, the horror!) that week. No animals were harmed in the writing of this review. Ok, I had to toss my editor off the desk more than a few times as he cannot seem to grasp the concept that his large feline self and my keyboard cannot occupy the same space at the same time and both remain operational. Sorry, Blue. But other than that… [image] [image] [image] [image] =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal and FB pages Geni’s site is a cornucopia of information. For example, there are links to seven interviews. I will not duplicate that. So the list below is limited to interviews quoted in the review. There are also links to several of her stories. Check out her site. You won’t be sorry. Interviews -----Tinhouse.com - Writing a Disappearing World: A Conversation with Abby Geni - by Liz von Klemperer -----Chicago Review of Books - Abby Geni Tackles Eco-Terrorism in ‘The Wildlands’ - by Rachel Leon If you liked this… Some other novels with environmental issues -----Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver -----When the Killing’s Done by T.C. Boyle -----Inferno by Dan Brown -----Barkskins by Annie Proulx -----State of Wonder by Ann Patchett Songs -----Somewhere Over the Rainbow -----Born to be Wild ...more |
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| For there is no friend like a sister For there is no friend like a sister I know what might be happening to me; I just don’t know if I want it to happen, and I have a feeling that there’s nothing I can do to stop it once it starts.Once upon a time two sisters lived in a house in the woods. Liba (almost 18) and Laya (15) are the yin and yang of this story. Liba is zaftig, with dark hair, devoted to her father, her religion and culture. Laya is fair, the pretty one, an uninterested student of religion or homemaking skills. She is flighty, head in the clouds, a dreamer. She yearns to leave, see the world. It’s got to be better than this place. They both wonder about what lies ahead for them. I am always looking for someone, or something, hiding just beyond the forest, past the river, above the trees. A place. A story. A person. A different kind of life. Someone who understands me. Who sees what I see, feels what I feel, who knows, the way I do, that there must be a different way to live. What would happen if I found it?They live in the wooded outskirts of a small town in Bessarabia. When their parents are called away on the death of their father’s father, they are left alone for a spell. It is while their parents are gone that a band of strange merchants arrives at the town. [image] Rena Rossner - image from the author’s site Rena Bunder Rossner is a literary agent living in Israel. Also a poet, she was always interested in poetry and refashioning epic poems into novels. For her first novel she chose Christina Rosetti’s 1862 fantastical poem, Goblin Market, often described as a fairy tale for adults. In the poem, (links to the text and readings abound in EXTRA STUFF) a band of goblins (The strange men in the novel are the Hovlins) emerges from the woods to tempt the locals with unnaturally ripe, luscious, juicy fruits. If the word “forbidden” pops to mind, that would be about right. The fruit and their consumption are described in very sensual, sexual terms. You could leave it as a purely sexual presentation, but there also seems a layer of a more chemically-based addiction, creating an unquenchable, and destructive need. The Hovlins appear as attractive men as well, particularly seductive to the young, inexperienced, and adventurous. They chant about their produce, encouraging custom with calls to “come buy, come buy.” Sans cash, Laya pays with a lock of hair. Bad idea. [image] Goblin Market illustration by Arthur Rakham The sisters in this tale have taken on magical properties, as Rossner folds into this retelling of Rosetti’s yarn some magic from the folk tales of the region. These include stories of bear-men and swan-people from Russian and Ukrainian folk tales, and a nod to the classic Greek myth of Zeus and Leda. When Liba sees her father transform into a bear and her mother change into a swan, it explains some odd feelings and bodily manifestations she has been having. Liba is having some unusual experiences herself. What if the fairy tales were true? [image] Leda and the Swan - copied from a painting by Michelangelo Rossner’s reimagining uses her family history to inform the story. It is not in just any generic small town. On the border of Moldova and Ukraine, Dubossary is a town from which her great-uncle emigrated to America, driven by the incessant pogroms that afflicted Jews in the area. Other family members emigrated from the nearby town of Kupel. Both towns figure prominently in this telling. Other historical elements are also incorporated. For example, the Jews of the historical Dubossary really did join together to defend themselves against pogroms, as the literary version captures. Nearby shtetls were not so fortunate. [image] Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s illustration for the original publication The sisters face existential threats, and must rely on each other and members of their close-knit community, and members of their respective extended families, to band together to try to drive off the danger. When some townspeople go missing, people are eager for explanations, and someone to blame. The danger comes not only from the Hovlins seductions, but from low-information locals, eager to believe anti-Semitic blood-libels (fake news, spread by the Hovlins, for their own purposes) and transform those beliefs into carnage. All men are beasts inside. Some just show it differently than others.Rossner peppers the novel with a wonderful collection of Yiddish, Hebrew, and some Ukrainian words and expressions. I knew many of these, but was very grateful for the glossary at the back of the book. They add to the feel of a defined community of people, sharing a special language in addition to sharing a geographical location. Sometimes you become the person you want to be, you give up everything that you are…but family and faith has a way of calling you back.Like the original, this is a tale of sisterly love, devotion, and sacrifice. In addition, Rossner has added the love for community, family, religion, and tradition, reflecting her real-world values. As with the original there is abundant, and steamy, if only suggestive, sexuality. Am I attracted to him or do I just want to eat him?The transformation in Goblin Market may have been the industrial transformation of England, (the change represented by the goblins being the availability, made possible by industrialization, of things previously considered exotic) but here it is a change from at least some level of mutual tolerance to the arrival of extermination-level anti-semitism. We can all become what we need to be in a time of danger…The story is told in alternating chapters, this sister then that. Laya chapters are presented in a verse form, reflecting her more poetic nature, while Liba’s chapters are more traditional prose. One result is that the page count for the book is a bit deceptive. My ARE comes in at 429 pps. But it reads much faster than that because there is so much less text on the pages in Laya’s chaps. [image] Buy from us with a golden curl - by Dante Gabriel Rossetti Gripes – not a lot really. I thought the ending could have been a lot more adventurous. Sometimes there were maybe too many foreign words being used. It interrupted the flow for me, driving me back and forth to the translate device or glossary. Dad was way too understanding when his wife tells him the truth of a secret she had been keeping for many years. Whether you prefer your bears, black, brown, polar, grizzly, gummi, Smoky, Yogi, Teddy, or Bryant, whether you prefer your swans black, mute, tundra, whooper, trumpeter, Emma, Charlie or Lynn, you will find plenty to like in Rena Rossner’s Sisters of the Winter Wood, a beautifully painted portrait of a place and time both real and imaginary. Who doesn’t like a grown-up fairy tale? Children know that there are monsters, and fairy tales tell them where the monsters can be defeated. - from the Professional Book Nerds audio Review first posted – September 28, 2018 Publication date – September 24, 2018 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages Items of Interest - author -----A nice video intro to the book by author Rena Rossner ----- Professional Book Nerds - Ep. #259 Talkin’ Fairy Tales with Rena Rossner, Laini Taylor, and Naomi Novik - Audio 28:49 - retelling old tales in a new way -----Interview – Tracy Scott Townsend - Author In the Limelight: Rena Rossner - July 16, 2018 – A nice interview, with a focus on writing – nice Maybe YOU actually really do love the writing process. I personally love the rewriting process. It’s not just that my first drafts suck. It’s more than that. My first drafts aren’t books. They are piles of bones. And only when I finish with all the bones can I go back and figure out which bones are missing and what goes where until I make a skeleton. And then I start again.Goblin Market -----Full text of the poem - from The Poetry Foundation -----Shirley Henderson’s magical reading, with an intro on Rossetti – from Poetry Please – The actual reading begins at about 3:20 of the audio. While Henderson’s reading is wonderful, it is also very fast-paced. You might want to have the text at hand to better allow you to follow along. -----A video recitation by Shona Campbell is also quite good – 20:55 – a bit more manageable a pace -----This reading by Jane Aker is done at an even more measured pace. You might be able to follow along without the text at hand – 26:34 More -----History of the Jews in Bessarabia -----Rossner says that The Tale of Tsar Saltan offered particular inspiration -----The full text of it -----The myth of Zeus and Leda Playlist -----Swan Lake - London Philharmonic -----Sisters - from the movie White Christmas -----Into the Woods – full original Broadway cast album -----Wild Thing - The Troggs ...more |
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| “It is believed that the strongest of them can assume any form, be it bat, wolf, swirling mist, even human. They can appear young, old, or any age “It is believed that the strongest of them can assume any form, be it bat, wolf, swirling mist, even human. They can appear young, old, or any age between. Some can manipulate the elements, producing fog, storms, crashing thunder. Their motives remain unknown, but one thing is clear: they leave a trail of death in their wake, thinking no more of a human life than we would the life of a fly.”Dacre Stoker knows a thing or two about vampires, Dracula in particular, given that his great-grand-uncle was none other than Bram Stoker. Dacre has had non-literary careers of his own, but for a while now has picked up the family business and been writing, not only about his illustrious ancestor, but (with some assistance from writing partners) fiction relating to you know who. He wrote a sequel to Dracula a few years back, incorporating Bram as a character. This time he has written a prequel. [image] Bram - image from GotIreland.com We spend time with Bram Stoker at age seven, a sickly child since birth. (as was the real Bram), but with a particularly interesting nanny, one Ellen Crone. (the actual name of the Stoker nanny) She does not eat with the family, preferring to dine alone. But she is very caring toward the Stoker children, most particularly Bram. The family summons a medical relation when Bram seems to be getting worse. But the application of leeches is not what Bram needs. Ellen has a better idea, and takes care of him. Soon after, he begins a true recovery, bounding from sickly child to a very active one. Shame about that scabby itch on his arm though. Young Bram and his sister, Matilda, sink their teeth into this mystery and engage in a bit of field research. [image] Dacre Stoker and friends - Image from ValeOfGlamorgan.com Part of the fun of this book is seeing the usually pretty clear lines between the real Bram’s novel and Dacre’s prequel. Where did the notion of Dracula originate? How about Van Helsing? Damsels in distress? (or were they maybe enjoying themselves a bit too much for Victorian mores?) Dacre has a lot of original material from which to draw, Bram’s, at least what has not been lost to the sands of time (or maybe preserved in a coffin somewhere for safe keeping). Dacre has also written non-fiction books about his esteemed ancestor, and had a bit of a road-show, Stoker on Stoker, in which he lectured about Bram and his book. Another fun element, for me anyway, was the opportunity looking into this book offered to dig up some dirt on the real Bram. The one piece of intel that I found most amazing was that when Bram first submitted his manuscript, it was as a work of non-fiction. Because of tender sensibilities at the time about a relatively recent bout of wide scale mortality, it was thought better to present it as fiction. In doing that, the first 101 pages of Bram’s manuscript vanished like a sated bloodsucker on a foggy night. I have put some fun materials in EXTRA STUFF if you are irresistibly drawn to diving down those rabbit holes. [image] The 1922 German Nosferatu – image from Smithsonian Magazine So, the story of Dracul, sick boy and sis try to find out what the real deal is with the beloved, if decidedly odd, nanny. (Fortune may have blown her into the Stoker family’s life, but no, she did not arrive on the East Wind) There are times when she looks quite young. Others when she seems rather aged. Dacre brings in an old Irish (Stoker was born and raised in Ireland) legend, about a failed love that turns gruesome. The tale of the Dearg-Due is used to wonderful, and meaningful effect. There are two timelines. We open with adult Bram in a castle-like place trying to keep a monster of a certain sort locked in a room. Problem is that the various substances he is using to keep the thing from escaping are running out, and there is a real question of whether the aid he is expecting will arrive in time. This contemporary (1868) piece includes the tale of Bram, his family, and others, (including a pre-Van Helsing) trying to track down people, follow clues, and do justice against dark foes. The other line is Bram and his sister, Matilda, as young sibs, with scant understanding of what they have seen, attempting to figure it out. Both lines were fun, although I am not sure there would be many children of the ages portrayed who would be quite so resourceful, even in the mid-19th century. Feel free to suspend your disbelief and let it hang by its toes from the ceiling, as it stares at you with red, hungry eyes. [image] Bela Lugosi defined Dracula for a generation - Image from Smithsonian Magazine In keeping with great-grand-uncle’s form, Dacre tells the story through several sources. The Journal of Bram Stoker, Letters from Matilda to Ellen Crone, and The Diary of Thornley Stoker are the primary views. There is also The Notes of Arminius Vambéry, a patient case record, and a few sections that are pure omniscient narrator. All of it made me bare my teeth, in a good way. Dacre adds some nice interpretations of the rules of vampirism, what works, what doesn’t, what their limitations might be. They can change into what? And eye-color shifting, some telepathy, an interesting item on the separated parts of the undead. There are plenty of classic vampire tropes, and for the big guy himself, a reminder of his Carpathian rep for how he disposed of his enemies. Dacre tosses in a few refs to relevant lit of the era, a bit of E.A.Poe, The Woman in White, one or two more. The book closes with a lovely reference, a name that will be familiar. There were also some pretty nifty plot twists, that worked well. Gripes? Well, I mentioned the age-vs-competence thing. No big whoop, really. I confess to occasionally getting an image in my tiny mind of Velma, Daphne, Fred, Shaggy, and a certain pooch, when the adult crew was deciding on a dime to dash to this or that place to pursue the latest clue. I am not saying that I minded this. In fact, it contributed to the fun aspect of the book. But some might not enjoy what seems a bit of lightness in what is supposed to be a horror story. A horror story is supposed to be scary, right? Measured in hours of sleep lost, perhaps, or alarming dreams that jolt one awake. But no, not for me. Take that with a grain of garlic salt, though. I tend to be a fair bit less sensitive to horror than many readers. So it is entirely possible that this is a fairly scary book and I just didn’t notice. But really, this is such an enjoyable read. And that is the bottom line here. It was truly fun reading Dracul. I enjoyed as much the learning it sparked, about Bram in particular. Whether you are type O, A, B, or AB, whether you are positive, negative, or undecided, I strongly urge you to swoop in and see what you can dig up, as you flap along with this fast-paced, engaging and very entertaining book. Review first posted – 9/17/18 Publication date – 10/2/18 Paramount Pictures has acquired screen rights to Dracul, but it may be a few years before anything is done with it. I received the e-book from Penguin-Random House’s First to Read program. I did not have to consume or surrender any bodily fluids to get it. PS - It was my intention to have a particular bit of fun with this review. Losing time this week to an out-of-town trip and some other non-review-related activities made incorporating that on time for the usual deadline, or undeadline in this case, more than I could manage. If I can, I will try to get that completed by Halloween. None of this STUFF alters my core review of the book, which is what you see above. - 10/30/18 - So sorry, it was not meant to be. If I find myself with some extra days at some point I might have a go at this, in time for Halloween sometime in the future. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages The author’s site link is actually to Bram Stoker – Official Website for the Bram Stoker Estate. Definitely check this one out. There are a lot of fascinating material and useful links. Items of Interest -----Northern Life MagazineDacre Stoker on the mysteries behind the writing of Dracula - by Mark Davis – 18 July 2017 ----- Dacre Stoker, author of "Dracula: The Un-Dead" - Interview with Don Smith – definitely worthwhile -----Irish Faerie Folk of Yore and Yesterday: The Dearg-Due - by Kim -----The Guardian - The Icelandic Dracula: Bram Stoker's vampire takes a second bite - by Colin Fleming – April 19, 2017 -----Smithsonian - Why Does Dracula Wear a Tuxedo? The Origins of Bram Stoker’s Timeless Vampire - by Jimmy Stamp. October 31, 2012 -----Lithub - Gothic Themes Bring Us Together - by Catherine Cavendish - A fun piece for fans of gothic literature, with excellent recommendations ...more |
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| Unna made a skeptical noise and tightened her arm in Svanhild’s “Every man will fail you eventually,” she said. “Look to your own future.” Unna made a skeptical noise and tightened her arm in Svanhild’s “Every man will fail you eventually,” she said. “Look to your own future.”In volume two of The Half-Drowned King trilogy, Ragnwald, (the glug-glug royal of book 1, henceforth referred to as Rags) is off engaging in battles to secure as much of Norway as possible for King Harald, and suffers a bad oopsy when he is tricked into attacking Harald’s men. Although he quickly recovers, damage is done that will inform the rest of the story. Some guy named Atli, and his armed associates, stroll into Sogn, Rags’s property, and take over. Definitely bad optics for King Harald’s right hand man to lose his own turf so easily. Of course it is tough to defend your turf when you are away so often at war. [image] Linnea Hartsuyker - image from her site Svanhild, to be referred to here as Svan, is an attentive student of her husband, the raider (inspired by Loki) Solvi, and has become a fine seawoman. But their son does not share their aqueous inclinations. Svan wants to have some land on which to raise him, so off to Iceland, a place many turned to as an escape from the constant warring in Scandinavia, and the taxes imposed by new rulers. Sure, it has some issues with volcanism (don’t know if the early settlers were beset by fairies yet), but it was possible for any enterprising Viking to claim a plot of land (that was not already claimed, of course) by measuring out the turf he (or she) could walk a bovine in a set period. (Run, Elsie, run!) Domestic bliss does not ensue, as Solvi would prefer to win back his ancestral land in Norway, and is insensitive to his son’s needs. Svan is faced with some pretty serious choices, however much these crazy kids are drawn to each other. By being part of Solvi’s company, Svan is put into the position of having to make war on her brother, Rags, and a very hunky guy who has the hots for her, King Harald. What’s a budding Boadicea, a vivacious Valkyrie to do? [image] Complications are present everywhere, helped along by a polygamous society, assuring competition, overt and concealed, among the not-always-so-sisterly wives, for benefits (better lodging, food, clothing) for themselves and their children (a high place in the hierarchy of who will inherit the most from papa), not to mention concubines, and their rug rats. There is plenty of family feuding as well, among brothers mostly, for who deserves daddy’s approval (land, army, and throne). As one might imagine this leads to some bad decisions. And kings being kings, and princes being princes, feeling that they can do whatever they want without consequence, there are some feckless, cruel deeds committed, which, according to Newton’s laws of physics, entail opposite reactions. Not all the bi-horned raider sorts are the same. Some trust to fate and feelz, while other players are more strategic, able to see entire chessboards instead of only single moves. This perspective leads to using people as pawns in the larger game. Does that make them bad people? Or just smart ones? Sometimes the pawns resent being used. [image] Faroe Islands - shot from LH’s Tumblr Between the sundry family and military battles, the back-stabbings, the plotting, and the double-dealing, you might be reminded of Game of Thrones. One difference, though, between, this and tGot, as well as a difference between this and the prior volume in the series, is the absence of magic. Sorry, no dragons, white walkers, queens giving birth to eggs, no people or other creatures returning from the dead, et al. This is not a fantasy novel, but a historical one. The series tells of the creation of Norway, using real, historical characters, with a few made-up ones included to smooth the story-telling. The first volume dipped into the vision thing, for a bit of fantasy, based nicely in the religious beliefs of the age. This time, not so much. Although it is not entirely clear whether Harald’s mother, Ronhild, a respected healer, might not be adding a dash of witchery into her herbal potions. And Harald does still seem blessed by the gods. Hartsuyker even mentions in an interview that he was so unrelentingly successful that he became too boring to use as the main character, leading her to look elsewhere for focal points. The first novel split its attention between the two siblings, Rags and Svan, with a preponderance of ink given to the Ragstime. This time (and the title should clue you in to this) more attention is paid to the ladies, although Hartsuyker maintains a pretty reasonable balance between the hims and hers. Hartsuyker is interested not only in how Norway came to be, but in the roles of men and women in the struggle for its creation. [image] Replica of a 9th century Viking ship – image from Ancient-Origins.com She talked about this in an interview for The Qwillery: I’m very interested in the ways that women could navigate the challenges of a pre-modern society. I wanted my women characters to be plausible for the time-period, while reflecting the fact that women are people, every bit as much as men, and would rebel, have ambitions, and struggle against their limitations. I’ve tried to represent different ways that women would deal with a violent society in which they had fewer rights than today: Hilda [Rags’s wife] goes along to get along, Ascrida [Svan and Rags’s mother] is nearly broken by what she’s endured but still tries to make choices to keep her family safe, Vigdis [Rags’s and Svan’s stepmother] uses her sexuality to further her ambitions, and Svanhild, the heroine, makes rash and idealistic choices, and then has to face the consequences.Svan is truly Svan in a million, sustaining the independent spirit she demonstrated in volume 1, absorbing knowledge like a sponge, standing up for what she believes is right, and having the courage to make extremely difficult choices. She is referred to by both Solvi and Harald as a Sea Queen, and makes good on the title. In the Genre Bending Interview, Hartsuyker talks about the ancient world as offering the same appeal as dystopian, post-apocalyptic tales, as the people had minimal tech, and kinetic conflict was primarily physical as opposed to technological. No drone strikes or programmed viruses in ancient Norway. [image] Pimngvellir, site of the ancient Icelandic Parliament – image from Icelanmdmonitor.mbl.is Gripes are few here. I hoped for more of the fantastical element, which was more overt in the first book, but more undercover here. Being an adult male, I would have liked to have seen more of the kinetic conflict from an immediate perspective, instead of having so much of it reported after the fact. There is also the eternal problem of second books in a series. One of the great joys in reading any series is getting to know the characters as they are introduced. Once we know them, that tingle is gone. The shininess of book one is maybe a shade less sparkly the second time around, but there is certainly enough going on to keep one interested, and enough new faces and situations to add extra depth and color. [image] This guy might make a pretty good Solvi - image fr0m apple mania.co On the other hand, I really enjoyed the palace intrigue and exploring the characters’ palette of thoughts and feelings about the challenges they faced. Rags’ continuing struggle to do right by his family and his king, could echo any 21st century man’s challenge in balancing work and family. The themes that permeate the novel, while well-grounded in this ancient time, resonate with life today. I don’t think it’s possible to write a book that doesn’t comment on social issues. Novels express the values of the writer whether we want them to or not. The characters in [this trilogy] deal with issues of their time, but even these are expressions of timeless questions: how do we balance freedom and security, what do we look for in our leaders, how far will we go for justice or vengeance? I’ve tried to show both the rewards and costs of different ways of answering those questions.Not to mention eternal themes of love and passion, which figure large here. Be sure to stay away from Wikipedia or Viking history sites if you want to keep the conclusion of it all from spoiling your enjoyment of these novels. They are based on actual history. But if you can manage that, you are in for a treat. The Sea Queen is a worthy successor to The Half-Drowned King, and an intriguing bridge to the final book in the series, The Golden Wolf, due out Summer 2019. Hop aboard. You will enjoy the ride, and take off that silly hat. Review posted – August 17, 2018 Publication date – August 14, 2018 =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, and Twitter pages Items of interest ----- The Qwillery -– Tuesday, August 1, 2017 ----- Fantasy Literature - Linnea Hartsuyker: Five Surprising Things I learned about Vikings -----Bookpage` -----Genre Bending - video – about 10 minutes -----The Harper Book Queen included a look at this book in her TBR Tuesdays FB live broadcast from 8/14/18 - it's the first book covered ...more |
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| Abbie was sure Church leaders had hoped that changing the temple ritual would change history. You could talk about it; you could expand your view Abbie was sure Church leaders had hoped that changing the temple ritual would change history. You could talk about it; you could expand your view about it; but you couldn’t change it. Blood atonement was part of the history of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It had always been and always would be…Early Mormon leaders had taught that certain sins were so egregious that not even the blood of Christ was sufficient to wash away the stain of sin. Such sins required the sinner’s throat to be slit from ear to ear and his blood spill to the earth.Thus the fate of one Stephen Smith, found with one smile too many, dressed in special garments, having dripped red in quantity. Maybe Pleasant Valley, Utah, was not so pleasant. Certainly wasn’t for Steve. Enter Abish Taylor, the sole detective in town. Abbie is thirty-something, model thin, a widow, seems filthy rich, (having to do with a dead rich husband, on top of her family resources) worked as a detective in NYC, Princeton graduate, and was awarded an FBI medal for Meritorious Service. She’s obviously been pretty busy. Her father is a religion professor at Brigham Young University. They are descended from the third president of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, or LDS to those counting characters. But there is some discomfort there, as Abbie is no longer an insider, having thrown off her religious allegiance some years back. Makes family connections awkward, as most remain observant. But it does leave her with an appreciation for the social nuance that informs this book. [image] D.A. Bartley - image from Google Plus Smith was done in as per the banned LDS ritual noted in the book quote at top of this review. So, who is keeping these old rites alive? And what did Steve do to merit such an unhappy ending? It does not take long to determine that Steve had been a very, very bad Mormon, a sleazebag of the Trump variety, multiple bankruptcies, stiffing his workers, protecting his personal money from company failures, shady real estate deals, using some of his company money for personal expenses, grand theft everything, very conspicuous over-consumption of the gluttonous sort, not to mention being less than an ideal husband, all of which offers up a nice long list of suspects. It is good fun going through the steps as Abbie and her very capable partner, Officer Jim Clarke, follow the breadcrumbs. Clarke is an appealing second, young, intelligent, curious, respectful, professional, and connected to the community in ways Abbie is not, so a good source of local intel. Easy to like. Also, he has a range of talents that made me think of Inspector Gadget. What’s he gonna pull out of his personal talent pool next? Wish he was a bit more flawed though. Jim could have used some closet skeletons or annoying habits, acne, a hangnail, something, to make him a bit more human. The primary payload here is, of course, Mormonism. The author, like Abbie, was born into LDS-world, but found a different path forward. So Bartley knows of what she speaks when pulling the curtain aside on the Mormon world. There are many nuggets of information about the religion, its history, and local culture. A lot of this is fascinating. Did you know that there is an LDS organization, The Strengthening Church Members Committee (SCMS), that takes in tales of apostasy? News to me. It makes them the Latter Day Stasi. How about the set of four books that all Mormons are expected to have? Or the special garments that full members receive, what protection they afford, how often they are worn. How about the Mormon view of heavenly levels? And what they call the place where Satan kicks back? Contemporary practices and nomenclature are introduced smoothly and effectively. Abbie/Bartley is an agreeable and informative Virgil through the levels here. An element of most procedurals featuring a female lead is the inevitable presence of chauvinism. Check. Add in planting our female detective in one of the most paternal, hierarchical places and cultures in the United States, to ramp up the real and potential conflict. Blessed be. My personal contact with Mormonism is minimal. In 1971, I was in Montreal and stopped in to an LDS pavilion in what had been EXPO ’67. Caught their promotional vid. The image of a heaven populated solely by white people was laughable, and I dismissed the organization as cultish. Many years later I found a copy of the Book of Mormon in a Southwest hotel room and spent some time poring through. While I found the reading quite interesting, and continued it beyond that trip, I got the impression that at least one of the book’s authors had been chewing a bit too much peyote, as the images portrayed seemed particularly psychedelic, reinforcing my initial take. And for any who believe I am singling out the LDS for a particularly dark view, rest assured, I take a dim view of most religions. Still, it is way interesting learning details about Mormon history, beliefs, and practices. Gripes concern surfaces that I felt were too smooth. The book would have benefited from, would have felt more balanced with, a bit more imperfection. I understand that having a wealthy lead offers writers a bit of freedom to do more things than might be available using a more down-and-out investigator. But I would imagine that I am not alone in being sick and tired of the one percent. Tossing their wealth at us is not a great selling point, at least not to me. I do get that it might hold appeal to a different demographic. Wealthy characters do not represent escape for me. They feel more like rubbing my nose in my lack of wealth. Had to roll my eyes over sections in which Abbie expounds on her familiarity with and taste for expensive wines, notes some brand name details that indicate her six-figure wardrobe, even while tossing it all aside for a more modest local brand of camo. I was not thrilled with the super-rich, super-studly, impending boyfriend. Dude needed some downsides a bit weightier than an ex-wife. And how many ridiculously expensive cars does he have? Really? You need that many? I am presuming that a lot of this is a nod to the romance genre, which features such things in abundance. Thankfully, the “R” word was mostly applied by inference here. Also, I do allow for the possibility that there are probably complicating elements of various characters that are being held in reserve for future volumes. I get that, but I wish more rough surfaces had been presented in this volume. The interfering higher-up, a bit of a trope in books centered on police, is trotted out again here. Why Is Chief Henderson making Abbie’s life difficult? Is he being told what to do by higher ups? Is he somehow involved? Is he just eager to avoid any sort of scandal involving the LDS? Did he used to be a less tropish character? Inquiring minds want to know. Abbie is smart, capable, and her knowledge of the one percent (the upside of placing her in that group) offers her insight into the doings of well-to-do baddies. Jim Clarke is probably too good to be true, but if his ups can be offset, even a little, with some downs, he can be a wonderful partner. I particularly enjoyed the growing connection and mutual respect between him and Abbie. One character in particular caught my eye, an insufferable, know-it-all of a young lawyer who has the brains and insight, but who is seriously lacking in people skills. Loved the scene with her. It would be great to see her back again as a foil for Abbie. I don’t know it for a fact, but will believe until I hear otherwise that this person was inspired by a pushy Noo Yawkah that the author must have encountered. Bring her back! Make her an ally! Or just a factor. Abbie needs some tough women cohorts to battle with and/or against. Most of the other women we see here do not leave much of an impression. Overall, despite my class whingeing, I still felt that Blessed Be The Wicked was a solid procedural, introducing a character who can offer us insight into a culture that is unfamiliar to most, but which does have some national significance. The mystery was a good one. I found myself eager to return each day for my daily dose. It is easy to see how Detective Taylor can move forward. I am sure there is much more payload to be had on Mormon religion and culture. And then there is the outdoorsy element that was touched on here, but which could offer considerable material for future books. And lots of family dynamics to peck away at. In short, while I would do some touch-ups, the core seems solid, and should offer a strong central foundation on which Bartley can build an engaging and informative series. Review posted – August 3, 2018 Publication dates ----------Hardcover - August 7, 2018 ----------Trade paperback - August 16, 2022 I was not made to wear any special garments in order to receive this book from Crooked Lane. I did promise, though, to provide an honest review. But if you really need to know, the book was mostly read and the review mostly written, while wearing some lovely blue Eddie Bauer pajama bottoms, spattered with images of tiny moose, and a pair of fifteen dollar slippers from Boscov’s. They protect me from very little, except the loss of modesty to peeping toms with poor taste in subjects, and the full brunt of spilled liquid. They do a terrible job of fending off cat claws that seem to find any uncrossed leg with a foot planted on the floor in need of scaling. =============================EXTRA STUFF Links to the author’s personal, Twitter, Linked In, and FB pages The author bio page in the book offers a nice and exhausting list of Bartley’s peregrinations. A member of the Daughters of Utah Pioneers, Donna Alison Bartley‘s (aka Alison von Rosenvinge) Mormon stock is significant. She was born in Scotland, lived in several European countries, (looks like her parents were moving about on Church assignments) studied international relations, politics, and law. She worked as a lawyer, an academic, and a freelance writer. She currently lives in the place Abbie left. And her husband, unlike Abbie’s, is very much alive, as are her son and daughter. Interesting Mormon items ----- Mormon Reformation - Includes intel on the Danites and blood atonement -----Even more on Blood Atonement ----- Strengthening Church Members Committee (SCMS) - the Stasi of the LDS – takes reports of apostasy – in case you missed the link in the review -----Degrees of Glory, or heavenly levels. Excuse me, young lady, could you tell me where to get off for home appliances? -----A very nice piece of choir music. You know the band. Other books I have read that deal with Mormonism ----- Educated - reviewed this year -----Under the Banner of Heaven - not really reviewed ...more |
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