Mad Marco
Annie L. Jones
This is at least the fifth self-published first novel i have read in the past couple of years, all of them, funnily enough, in the genre i have been taught by my clever friend Stephanie to call SF ~ speculative fiction, though i used to use those initials for sci-fi alone. One might almost thing that i could set up in some kind of pre-reading business (and, oh, how i would enjoy that!), if this trend continues.
Two of these five were written by Stephanie and i have an emotional tie to them, not least because i beta-read them and have seen them grow and mature until publication, so i am not able to fairly judge or compare them; of the other three, however, this by Jones is in mine opinion clearly the best. The other two, Miss Mabel's School and Joshua's Key (i have linked each title to my review of the novel), were by no means failures ~ i suspect that almost no one would throw away the time and, i imagine, money required for proper self-publication if the product were not at least reasonable ~ but each, including this one, had flaws. The flaws here are, however, lesser than the strengths, which are what are worth exploring in this review.
The plot is, at root, The Taming of the Shrew thrown into a fantasy setting, and given some elaboration with a bit of adventure thrown in. I recognised the plot basis very early on, but that did not spoil mine enjoyment ~ indeed, perhaps it enhanced it as i was pleased with myself! ~ as the differences were sufficient that it is not simply a retelling of Shrew but a development. The major difference is that after the Petruchio analogue, the Marco of the title, has won over his bride he is suddenly put in a position of peril and she, almost without understanding what is happening, is put in the position of rescuing him.
Part of the plot is built around the setting, a valley or plain, a region almost, with in impassible mountains, with enemies of some form on the outside of the mountains, some form of magic or sorcery which has in some measure been used to set up the communities within the region and protect them from the outsiders. Marco is the eldest son of the family whose task is the coordination of that protection, which is exceptionally physical at times. I find that i want to know more, more than Jones has given us, about the land, the sorcery, the history, the reasons for the way things are. I wonder, is this an initial introduction or is it all that Jones is planning on doing; i believe she has made herself a setting she could use in the future to tell further stories ~ if they were of the same quality i, for one, would read them. And that statement alone, using my criterion, makes Mad Marco a success.
Elsie's Stuff and Nonsense
I have been writing for going on forty years; for about thirty of those Elsie Wilson has been my nom de guerre. If you know my real name, great; if not, Elsie will do.
23 June, 2014
17 June, 2014
A Little Witchery
Miss
Mabel's School for Girls
Katie
Cross
At
the very top of the cover of this novel it says, “Book One in the
Network Series”, so i have no excuse for being surprised;
let me merely state, for the record then, that while i knew there
would be sequels, i did not expect this book to almost require them ~
it is not, by any means, a standalone novel, the way The
Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
or Harry Potter and the
Philosopher's Stone
(to name but two novels which are also the first books in series)
are. I expected a certain amount of unfinished business, i suppose,
but what we have here is a book which sets up a plot with a lot of
tension and antagonism in it, but insufficient resolution; not
satisfactory to me, i'm afraid.
When
i read something like this, which has what to me is a large drawback,
i can only fall back on my single criterion to help me decide if it
is a success: Would i read another book by Katie Cross, based solely
on the fact that she is the author of this one? If yes, then Miss
Mabel is a success; if
no, then it's not. So, then, how do i feel? Funnily, i struggle to
know exactly how to respond. Indeed, i find i need to lay out the
positive and negative stimuli and reactions in order to find my
response.
On
the upside, i enjoyed the thing almost all the way through; that
should be enough for me, but clearly it wasn't. The characters are
fairly well drawn ~ at least the major ones; the minor ones are not,
to my mind, sufficiently in focus that they can be told apart.
Character is essential to me to cause me to want to read on; if i
don't care for a character and don't care what happens (for good or
for ill) to him then i don't have a lot pulling me to finish or read
another. Here i care about the two main characters, the
protagonist/narrator Bianca and her antagonist Miss Mabel; that is
good. Unfortunately, not only do i not really care about the others,
i don't really know anything about them, there is not enough detail
given ~ or i didn't pick up on enough ~ to know the difference
between Bianca's classmates or the other teachers in the school.
In
general, the plot falls on the upside as well, in that it is
deliberately structured to pull the reader in, the conflict is strong
and requires resolution. It is by no means a unique plot, after all,
how many are, but it is given enough that is new that it feels
exciting and fresh. On the downside, the driving conflict, between
Bianca and her teacher, Miss Mabel, is not resolved, indeed, shows
signs of not being resolved until the end of the series, however many
books that might turn out to be; this is not necessarily the death
knell for a book (the conflict between Harry Potter and Voldemort
isn't finally resolved until the end of the septology, for example),
but it must be sufficiently resolved to bring some satisfaction to
the reader and Cross doesn't give enough, in mine opinion. In
addition, within that conflict and around it, there are a lot of
questions raised which i am not confident are ever going to be
answered; i have to assume that they will be, but that is my
assumption about Cross's intentions as author rather than any
deduction from the book itself. I want to know more, for example,
about the curse laid on Bianca, and then about curses in general in
this world.
In
fact, i am led to a certain amount of frustration by my lack of
knowledge, as i want to know more about the setting ~ the Networks,
their geography and history ~ and the characters ~ other students and
teachers at the school ~ and the results of the plot against the
leadership which lies in the fairly immediate past. This lack is for
me definitely on the downside, quite strongly so. The result is
that, torn as i am, i shall probably read another of the series, if i
come across it when it is released, but not with the bated breath
that i love pulling me towards a book i want to read. Still, in the
end, if mild, yet a success.
09 November, 2013
Fast Pace
Simon
Kernick
Like
the others of Kernick's books i have read, this was zipped through in
one or two sittings, the sole difference being the time of day when i
pick it is and what commitments
i have over the next four to six hours. The essential theme of the
plot was taken from the events in Mumbai in the autumn of 2009 when
terrorists attacked and took control of several buildings there;
here, the action is transported to London, and the motivations of the
criminals are not so transparent or unitary, as there are some who
appear to be terrorists of a vaguely Middle-Eastern variety but
others who are acting solely for financial gain.
Kernick
has the knack of creating characters and giving us sufficient
information about them and their situation that we become sympathetic
to them, which obviously is and excellent ability for a writer of
suspense novels as he can ratchet up the suspense by worrying us
about the future of the characters we have been taught to like. I
find that, although once started i have to read the book as fast as i
can, once done i am satiated for the foreseeable future with the
level of tension he creates. This is good, i suppose, as it means
that i am in no hurry to rush and find another of Kernick's books
but, in some months or more, if i come across one as they are rotated
around the various branches of the Powys library system, i can be
free to pick it up and have another race for the end.
Speaking
of the Powys library, the most annoying thing about this book was a
part of the the physical artefact itself: Whoever covered it for the
library did a less than perfect job, so that the dust-cover and its
plastic protection were not correctly folded around the front cover.
I constantly found myself trying to adjust it, to make it fit
properly, but it was not possible to do so. Mind you, i am aware
that this may say more about me than the book!
06 November, 2013
J.
Mead Falkner
There
was no question of passing this book by when i saw it in the library:
Falkner wrote Moonfleet,
one of the best children's stories ever written, so clearly i was
going to have to see if i enjoyed this as much as the other. It is
different, quite different, that is important to say at the outset.
Stradivarius
is a lot shorter, possibly a novella or novelette, though i'm never
sure of definitions with those words, and intended for adults not
children (not to say that Moonfleet
can't be enjoyed by adults). It is more of a ghost or Gothic tale
rather than an adventure; indeed, very little adventurous happens at
all: It is more what happens within the characters, most especially
the protagonist, who is almost possessed by a ghost or a piece of
music or a violin, or all three.
Falkner
has purposely reached back into the past ~ his past, as well as ours
~ to create his story, telling it by means of a letter from an aunt
to a nephew ~ the protagonist's sister and son ~ some number of years
after the event, as an explanation of his family's past. I have to
say that, were this the first of Falkner's books i had read, i would
not now be considering it a success; my reception of it, however, is
affected by my affection for the other. Gothic is not my favourite
genre, though i don't hate it; nor am i overly enthusiastic about the
narration technique ~ not just here, but in general the epistlatory
style is not one i love. These are not enough to make me turn from
it, though; i think that more of my response is due to the story
itself, which is curiously plain, meaning that the events do not seem
to flow properly from the character and actions given. It is more
forced, in other words, than i am comfortable with.
31 October, 2013
A Brace of Robinsons
Marilynne
Robinson
I
read the first page or so of this, just for the flavour, several
years ago, when Lynne gave it to me as a birthday gift; i wasn't
impressed. Today i'm happy to report that
i was incorrect in that very quick assessment, as i have greatly
enjoyed reading this novel. It is very simple, in some ways, and yet
lovely and complex in its entirety. The text is a letter written by
the narrator, minister in a Congregational church in a small Iowa
town, to his young son, explaining things he wants his son to know
that he knows he will never have the chance to tell him, as he is a
very old father, having been sixtyfive or so when his son was born.
The letter is written in about 1957, and the story it tells ranges
from roughly the American Civil War until its present; the key
characters are the narrator, his father and grandfather, his lifelong
friend, and that friend's son, named after the narrator himself. All
woven together it is the story of families falling apart, struggling
to survive the tensions within them, the sorrow that parents both
give and are given, and, this being America, race relations.
Peter
Robinson
The
second Robinson i have read (and, funnily enough, the second finished
in the same day by someone called Robinson; coincidence is bizarre
stuff), and i enjoyed this
one at least as much as the previous. Peter Robinson's books are
very much a part of a series, and i was feeling, as i read, that i
really needed to read others ~ perhaps all others ~ in the series to
fully understand the characters, who is who, and the relationships
between them. Of course, i do recognise that this is partially a
function of or attributable to a certain amount of my necessity for
order and understanding, and that in fact i am perfectly capable of
enjoying any of the series (if they're well written) without having
to relate them to any others ~ just as it is possible to read, say,
Lieutenant Hornblower
without having to follow all the rest of the novels. Because
something is possible, though, does not necessarily make it
desirable. So, all in all, despite this wandering review, i enjoyed
this novel, which kept me reading later than intended, and hooked me
into trying to solve and work it out.
24 October, 2013
Non-Holmes Doyle, hmmm
Arthur
Conan Doyle
It
is curious how completely Conan Doyle's reputation has been attached
to his creation Sherlock Holmes; so strong is the tie between the two
of them that one just
about forgets that he did anything else, let alone wrote much else;
often the only other thing he is remembered for is his interest in
spiritualism and being taken in by photographs of fairies at the
bottom of the garden. In fact, though, i know he wrote more; i read
at least one of his Medieval adventures about ten or fifteen years
ago, and i was aware, vaguely, of Professor Challenger through the
influence on subsequent generations of science fiction authors. This
was, though, the first of Doyle's SF that i have read.
Professor
Challenger is almost a character out of a farce, he is so much the
easily offended intellectual, sublimely confident in himself (with
some justification, it must be said), always ready to resort to
physical violence to back up his mental powers. Doyle has provided
him with a challenge sufficient to his abilities in the lost world
plateau in the middle of South America somewhere, where remnants from
past aeons of Earth's history are living together in some imitation
of harmony. This lost world is clearly the precursor to any number
of other isolated environments where a series of characters can
explore and interact with no reference to the outside world, from
Burroughs' Barsoom (not to mention the jungles of his Tarzan) to
Lewis's Malacandra and Niven's Ring.
I
am glad that i bought this edition, which contains all three
Professor Challenger novels, as well as the two short stories Conan
Doyle wrote, as i shall return to it in the future and read the rest;
The Lost World
is obviously a success for me.
15 October, 2013
Another classic completed (again?)
It's
a strange thing, but i have finished this without being reminded of
the previous reading. I am certain i did read it, at Loretto, maybe
for O Level, maybe not. But
reading it i have not had the flash of recognition that i usually
have at some point while rereading a book. Thus i have been forced
to reconsider, have i read it? did i perhaps misremember, remember
other pupils reading it? Who knows. Parts of it are familiar, but
perhaps only in the sense that i am familiar with books which are a
part of my cultural heritage, even if i haven't read them myself.
Without
worrying further, i need to respond to the book itself, though, and
decide how i felt about it and whether, which is more important that
possible past events, i will read another Lawrence in the future. I
have to own that, to my regret, i was not as impressed with the
writing as i probably should have been. For one thing, Paul Morel,
the Lawrence stand-in, is an unattractive character, tied to his
mother’s apron-strings, either unable or not willing to make a
decision for himself, and in the process he hurts at least two other
people, the two women he is interested in but unwilling to make a
commitment to.
Another
point i found irritating (laughable, really, me, with no credit,
being irritated by someone universally acknowledged to be one of the
Giants of the Twentieth Century) is that for much of the plot, while
not much is happening in the lives of the characters, Lawrence spends
his time telling his readers what the interior life of the
characters, Paul in particular, is; he does not show it, does not
allow the readers to grow their own perceptions and understandings,
but lays out in detail how Paul feels, why he reacts in a particular
way. I cannot but help think that the better novel is one in which
the character is revealed through action. I cannot say that i won't
read Lawrence again; i have read some of his poetry before, and
perhaps some of the travel writings also; but i can say that i am not
inspired to rush out and find another to read immediately. Which
reaction, given his stature, and the place of this novel in his
canon, makes me question mine own critical ability.
26 September, 2013
Three from One
John
Wyndham
I
found a collection of six of Wyndham's novels a couple of weeks ago,
at one of the charity shops in town, and snapped it up immediately;
at one pound there was no
question but that it would go with me. There is a bit of overlap
with the three i already own, but it does mean that i'll be able to
send one to Stephanie for her opinion of him. Mine own opinion, of
course, is clear and without doubt: He was one of the best of the
British writers of science fiction, whose control of plot may have
been slightly less than perfect, but who forced the reader to think
about consequences and ideas with every story he wrote. The
Day of the Triffids,
then: This is probably the most successful of his novels, from
either writing period (before and after the War), both in terms of
critical and cultural (and maybe financial, though i wouldn't know)
success; certainly it is the one which has been the best known,
having been made into a film (which i have never seen; one of those
'fifties sci-fi/horror genre, i suspect, it could have been
appalling, but it was popular, i believe), and spawning at least one
sequel which i read and reviewed about half a dozen years ago.
John
Wyndham
A
collection of short stories; i think this is the lesser of the (i
think) two collections made in Wyndham's later period (not including
The Outward Urge
which could, arguably, be considered a novel), the other being
Consider her Ways.
I have read neither of them recently (well, not until i just reread
this one, obviously), but it seems to me that Consider
has the stronger stories in it. This is not to say, however, that
those in this collection are weak; they are not, in the main.
Wyndham clearly wrote attempting different styles and genres in these
stories ~ he says as much in his introduction ~ with fair success.
To my mind the better of the stories include the first
(“Chronoclasm”), a romance between time-crossed lovers,
“Survival”, a horrible development of the idea in Asimov's first
published story, “Marooned off Vesta”, “Pillar to Post”, a
very complicated story of time travel and body swapping which ends
rather unsatisfactorily, and “Dumb Martian”, which shows almost
more clearly than any fiction about actual racism the pointlessness
and foolishness of prejudice.
John
Wyndham
Though
i can see flaws in it, this has always been my favourite Wyndham ever
since i read it; i'm not altogether sure that i can pinpoint why,
other than sheer pleasure
in the clever simplicity of the plot and characters, along with, as
always with Wyndham, a necessity for the reader to think about what
would happen if.... It is hard to be critical in some reviews, and
this is one, because i feel too invested in the book that i'm
reviewing; i don't feel as though i can ever write less than
effusively about Wyndham or, for a further example, Dick Francis,
because i enjoy them too much, though, as i say, i can see
imperfections in what they write those imperfections seem less
important than the whole which surrounds them. So, clearly, i
enjoyed reading this, and i'm glad i now own a copy, so i can reread
it any time i choose.
20 September, 2013
Not Hornblower
C.S.
Forester
I
have, obviously, known C.S. Forester for many years as an excellent
story-teller (the Hornblower books are old favourites). I had never come across him previously as a
murder/suspense writer, unless i allow
The Peacemaker (first read about forty years ago, before even Hornblower) to fall into that category; i clearly have to increase my
understanding of his abilities.
This was a delightful, though
horrible too, book, telling the story of a man who murders once to
secure his future and comes to find that he is prepared to see it as
a way of answering many more of his needs than he anticipated.
Indeed, there are few characters in the book whom he would not be
ready to murder should the need arise. Forester's skill is shown as
he makes his protagonist, the murderer, while clearly an unattractive
person, sympathetic to the reader, such that i was almost rooting for
him to succeed, hoping that he'd have just one more successful
killing. When i thought about it, of course, i was horrified; while
immersed in the book, though, clearly Morris had my sympathy.
Undoubtedly a success by my criterion, i had not expected otherwise,
knowing Forester's other work; i shall definitely look for his other
works in the same genre.
07 September, 2013
"Lists" usually = "Goodness"
Matt
Richardson
Just
the sort of book i would write, and therefore find interesting ~ nay,
fascinating ~ full of facts, trivial and otherwise, in this case
about the British royal family, arranged
in easy to consume lists. A couple of small annoyances to the thing:
The adjective in the title is surely in the wrong place ~ they must
have intended it to modify lists not book in order to make real sense
~ that i can put down to the publisher, though; the responsibility
for error of fact, on the other hand, belongs squarely on the
shoulders of the author, and leads me to question just how reliable
he is in other facts, ones i didn't previously know, when he can give
Richard II Edward II's dates. Such a simple error is really
unforgivable, if for no other reason than that it is so basic, so
easily verifiable. I have to admit, however, that this was the only
real horror i found ~ though i wasn't looking for them ~ for which i
was grateful. There is something about a list which is satisfying,
to me at least, as it consists of almost nothing but information; the
selection of that information does lend a certain amount of authorial
interpretation to it, but a good list or series of lists is
relatively complete, the selection is not biased, and the unmediated
facts are pleasurable. This series meets these criteria.
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