Saturday, October 26, 2013

Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine by Various Authors





Title: Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine
Author: Various (see Below)
Publisher: Penny Publications
Rating: WORTHY!

This is the first edition of this magazine (to which I don't subscribe). The first edition was published by Davis, but it's now owned by the publisher listed above. This particular edition has several short stories, and description of the "New" Smithsonian museum! The individual stories are reviewed very briefly below.

Good-bye, Robinson Crusoe by John Varley
This is a 29-page coming-of-age (for the second time) story of an alien who starts out spending time in an ocean, living on a largely deserted island, enjoying his gills, fearing the shark which lives out there by the reef, but who eventually realizes he isn't a child and it's time to leave those childish things behind and get back into life where he belongs.

Think! by Isaac Asimov
Thus is a story about the dawn of artificial intelligence - or rather the dawn of a realization by humans that artificial intelligence isn't so artificial after all!

Quarantine by Arthur C Clarke
This is a weird two-page story about a disastrous discovery which could spell the end of the universe: chess!

The Homesick Chicken by Edward D Hoch
This one is hilarious. It takes the joke question: "Why did the chicken cross the road" and make a really funny and interesting short story out of it. Brilliant!

Perchance to Dream by Sally A Sellers
In what is, in some ways, almost an homage to Poe's The Tell-Tale Heart, the power of alien regeneration technology in what otherwise appear to be ordinary humans is the subject of this novel. When life is gone the heart lingers on in the body of another - as though it's the heart itself which is the individual, and none of the rest of the body.

Air Raid by Herb Boehm, aka John Varley
This is the short story which gave rise to the movie Millennium and was the sole reason why I got my hands on this volume! This story is brilliant and discusses people of the future - on a rotting, dying Earth polluted beyond redemption, sneaking back into the past to steal good bodies - but not just anybody, only live bodies which were due to die in airplane crashes, and which are replaced by fabricated bodies, so the live humans won't be missed.

Kindertotenlieder (dead songs of childhood) by Jonathan Fast
I don't know if this is a rip-off of another short story I once read or of that was a rip-off of this one. The other story (the title of which escapes me, I'm afraid) was about this exclusive restaurant where on rare and unpredictable occasions, the chef would serve a really fine meat, exquisitely prepared with special ingredients in the very secret kitchen. Tours of the kitchen were, coincidentally, also held on rare and unpredictable occasions....

Period of Totality by Fred Saberhagen
This was a really boring story about which I remember nothing other than astronauts trotting around on a planet waiting for an eclipse. Or maybe it was an eclair. An eclair de lune....

The Scorch on Wetzel's Hill by Sherwood Springer
This wasn't a terribly bad story, but it wasn't really very engaging, original, or entertaining, either.

Coming of Age in Henson's Tube by William Jon Watkins
This is a YA story of young kids using the peculiar gravity of the space tube in which they live to go base jumping, with all the attendant risks if you chose the wrong gravitational spot to leap into.

Time Storm by Gordon R Dickson
This is a longer (~34 pages) and fortunately interesting story about a guy who is trying to find his way through a North America racked by time storms, which cause faults in the air and which can be deadly if they sweep over you. He has a girl and a leopard in his van with him, and he has to contend with the weird and the dangerous - and that's just the people he meets....

I recommend this edition of this sci-fi magazine.


Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Death-Struck Year by Makiia Lucier





Title: A Death-Struck Year
Author: Makiia Lucier
Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review.

Errata:
p142 "Don’t be made at him for keeps, Cleo" should be "Don’t be mad at him for keeps, Cleo"
p174 "…and the lines were bogged done." should be "…and the lines were bogged down."

I'm not exactly sure about Lucier's choice of title for this novel, but I was really interested in reading it because I have a real interest in the 1918 influenza pandemic, especially after having read Gina Kolata's excellent report on the outbreak.

This novel centers on Chloe Berry, a seventeen-year-old girl who unfortunately tells this story in first person, which I detest (but which didn't turn out too badly at all for a pleasant change!). She's a flighty thing who worries about the flu coming to Portland, but is convinced that she's safe because that kind of nonsense is all on the east cost. That is, until her much older brother (and guardian), goes away for a second honeymoon, leaving Chloe at her boarding school - which she hates (not so much the school as the boarding which she normally doesn't have to do). And then things start going downhill.

When the flu suddenly arrives in Portland, she's supposed to stay at the school until her guardian can get her, but she refuses to do this, and she sneaks out, heading home. It's very close by and she has a key. Once ensconced, she decides she should volunteer for the Red Cross's efforts to help inform the populace about the flu and identify people who are sick and in need of medical attention. She drives an old family car around handing out paper face masks and information leaflets door-to-door, and it's now that she's out of school, that she really gets an education. I can identify with her there! But there is such a thing as too much of an education, and as Chloe sees people growing sick and sicker, and as she witnesses, first-hand, families being torn apart (as her own family was), and is wrenched by so many perfectly innocent people dying in choking pain, things turn out to be far more grave than she can handle.

I can also identify with the horrible things which are happening around Chloe. I've worked in a couple of hospitals, not as a care-giver but as support staff, and I saw some sad, depressing, angering, frustrating, and horrible things too. I gained a real admiration for many of the doctors and nurses, particularly the nurses, and I can readily see through Chloe's eyes, especially with Lucier's excellent writing. It's really hard now for anyone to understand what it must have been like then, with no treatment or cure in sight, and with people dying by the tens, then the scores, then the hundreds, and then the thousands. It must have seemed like the end of times.

Lucier tells the story realistically and practically. She tells it with heart, with inventiveness, and with passion. She brings these people out and makes them real, and she forces you to care, and she makes you choke up and your eyes moisten. You really have no choice in this matter. Anyone who wants to know how to write a good young-adult story needs to read this. Anyone whoever imagined portraying a YA romance needs to learn from this how it's done without the cheapness and glitz, and without the cheap frills, stupid lines, and bone-headed interactions. If you want a relationship with life and backbone, you want one like this, one which grows naturally and is never forced, and which you know, even as you discover it, is real and lasting.

I cannot recommend this highly enough, but I'll try: I highly recommend this! You should put it way up near the top of your reading list.


The Trial of Dr. Kate by Michael E. Glasscock III





Title: The Trial of Dr. Kate
Author: Michael E. Glasscock III
Publisher: Greenleaf Book Group press
Rating: worthy!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review.

Shenandoah Coleman launched herself into my life like a kick-ass Femme Vitale on crystal meth. She's an investigative reporter at the Memphis Express, which is entirely unsurprising given her history. She came from dirt-poor roots in Oklahoma, but has taken the reins of her life and galloped herself out of it. She went to school barefoot, came from a family which was racist and despised locally (but not for its racism, of course); she flew airplanes in World War Two in the Women Airforce Service Pilots and now in the early 1950's, she finds a reason to go back to her roots.

She wants to report on a murder trial involving two people, perp (Doctor Kate Marlow) and vic (Lilian Johnson), both of whom she went to school with. To talk to Marlow, she has to go through the town sheriff: the same jerk who cut off her pigtail one day on the school bus. He paid for that by literally being beaten unconscious by Shenandoah. While I can’t condone that kind of violent reaction to something that 'only' involved slicing off her pigtail, I did fall in love with Ms. Coleman at that point! Plus we later learn how deserving Jasper Kingman was of his treatment as we see how appallingly, in the present, he treats Coleman.

How refreshing is it to open a new novel and find myself pulled right into it, and willingly at that, from page one? I can’t begin to express what a real delight it is, especially after reading the last novel with 'trial' in the title! The Trials of the Core looks even worse than I rated it in comparison with something that's as well done as this one is, and the Rose in Rose Under Fire wilts embarrassingly in face the of the blast furnace of a soldier that is Shenandoah Coleman.

Coleman meets with Marlow, and the two glow under their old friendship, even though the luminance has faded somewhat over the years. Coleman volunteers to help in any way she can. She visits the defense lawyer, and has little confidence in him, although he means well. She finds lodging in a local boarding house, but the next morning, all four tires on her new car have been slashed and she soon discovers she's being stalked by an anonymous grey pick-up truck, reminiscent of Stephen Spielberg's 1971 film Duel.

It seems that everywhere Coleman goes in pursuit of her story, she finds a surprising level of hostility and resentment towards Marlow. The prosecuting attorney seems to hate the "nigger lover" as he describes Kate Marlow (and he's not the only one around with that kind of appalling attitude). The victim's younger sister, who found her body, accuses Marlow of being a drug addict who was trying to steal Lilian Johnson's husband, who "obviously" was murdered because she was in the way.

The evidence - which is always circumstantial, BTW - is that Kate was supposed to visit the cancer-stricken Johnson that morning; a hypo containing traces of secobarbital sodium was found lying by the body and it had Marlow's fingerprints on it. Marlow herself was unconscious in her car at the side of a road during this time, and she has no recollection of seeing Johnson that morning. It was not looking good for Dr Kate.

Glasscock's first misstep for me was in bringing in a trope male romantic figure: a sweet, muscular, tight-clothes-wearing, tall, friendly, helpful guy who fits the additional trope requirement of being a down-rev from Shenandoah herself. I was hoping that this guy turned out to be the one who actually murdered Lillian. There seemed to be some suggestion that he could be, and I should have been very disappointed if he was not because then Coleman would have ended up with him. But I'm not going to tell you whether I was right or not. All I am going to tell you is that based on my percentages with such guesses, he probably isn’t, and I will, unfortunately, be as disappointed as I fear!

And that's all I gotta tell ya! Let me conclude by saying that this was really enjoyable. It did not end the way I expected (nor the way I'd hoped for that matter). In fact, the ending was somewhat of a disappointment to me, but I'm not going to take anything away from the way I rate the novel on that account, since, overall, it was excellent. It was very well written, with well-developed characters, a decent plot, and a believable 1950s world in which to set it all. I rate this novel a worthy read and I recommend it to anyone who is interested in period pieces, in "murder mysteries", in heartland tales, and in good, strong, female main characters.


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Trials of the Core by Michael E. Thies





Title: The Trials of the Core
Author: Michael E. Thies
Publisher: Writer's Block Press
Rating: WARTY!

I was not impressed at all by Trials of the Core and could not really get started on it, much less finish it. It seemed like it was all dialog with no room at all for scene setting. The novel seemed to me to be too reminiscent of The Hunger Games, with Prince Hydro Paen II getting a chance to try out to become a Guardian of the Core by competing in a contest which has a lone victor, but we’re told nothing about what he might have had to do or to sacrifice, or to achieve to get his chance. Was it just because he's a prince? And that name? Hydro Paen? Seriously? I found it laughable and could not take him seriously from that point onwards.

This novel is poorly written, and in runs (quickly - or does it sprint?) in a disturbingly breathless fashion, with little offered to establish who is saying what or what is motivating them. Just in the space of three pages I found some really difficult passages to read - and not technically difficult, just difficult to stomach. On p3 "…colored different from the rest of the sapphire lance." Bad grammar. On p4 "His brother of eight years had the same hair as Hydro, which was attributed to them by their father." Bad wording. On p5 "…pearls pierced to her ear and her fingers fit with rings…." Bad writing. On p5 "For fourteen years younger than Hydro, Aiton showed true promise with the blade…." Really bad writing. On p5 "After blaming him for his sister's death six years prior…." Bad grammar.

This kind of thing would be bearable if it happened once in a while, but to keep on finding one instance after another was just off-putting. I don’t mind bad grammar if it’s part of someone's speech, but it was not: it was part of the author's narration of the story. The speech was also poorly done in some cases, for example, on p41 we read this speech: "Zey are shutting off za guard beams so we can enter." It was at that point that I could not stand to read any more of this.

There were other issues, too, including one of extreme confusion. We have hovercraft, flying ships, and magic. It’s too much crammed into too little narrative space, especially when there has been nothing at all offered by way of setting up the world in which we’re experiencing this. The magic isn't even interesting. It’s nothing but the tired tropes of earth, air, fire, and water, the so-called 'elements', so not only do we appear to be ripping-off The Hunger Games, we’re now also venturing into Air-bender territory.

The confusion isn't limited just to how much we can jam into this grab bag of tropes and disparate elements we want to pack into this ill-defined story. On p 31 in the space of three lines at the start of the chapter we read of "Marqiss", "Marquis", and "Maquis". Seriously? Someone needs to get their titles straight - or their names. It was impossible to tell, in some instances, which was supposed to be a name and which a title. One of the titles/names seems to sum up the problem: Marchionesse Luuise Tityle of Katarh! Her name is a title? Or is that Tityle? perhaps I can't understand this because she has catarrh? or is she originally from Qatar? Who cares?

Page 41 really summed it up for me when I read: " 'You don’t understand…' No one does. I don’t even understand. " and that's exactly how I felt about this whole novel! It’s unintelligible - for at least as far as I was able to stand reading it - and amateurish in the extreme. I don’t want to read any more of this novel, much less an entire series. It’s warty!


Chicago Bound by Sean Vogel





Title: Chicago Bound
Author: Sean Vogel
Publisher: MB Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review.

This novel is, quite frankly, way too young for me. It’s off the lower end of young-adult, written for an audience even younger than that. If you think of the movie Home Alone, you will be in the right ball-park, especially given that this novel has some large helpings of Home Alone slapstick at the end. But I knew, going into this, that it would be a younger read, so I'm not about to down-grade it for that. This novel is a worthy read for the right age group and I'm sure lots of kids close to, or just venturing into their teens will appreciate it. As I mentioned, it has significant elements of Home Alone in it, and while they're unrealistic, they will no doubt appeal to the target adience. In addition to that, it takes a surprisingly mature approach to the characters, despite what I've just said about the target age range.

Jake Mcgreevy is a fifteen-year-old boy whose mother was killed when he was only two years old. He is bound for Chicago for a two week music camp. The camp is inexplicably set over the Christmas and New Year's holiday period, and I have no idea why. That seems odd to me. If there was an explanation in the novel, I must have missed it. I admit I did skim some parts here and there which were not really very engrossing for me (and then had to track back on more than one occasion to catch up on something important that I’d missed!).

Jake and his best friend Ben play violin, which is a refreshing difference, and the two of them travel to Chicago on a specially arranged bus with ther best friend Julie, who is a gymnast. On the bus they meet Natalie, another violinist. All four children are smart, capable, curious about the world, well-educated, caring, and playful and all have a good sense of right and wrong, even though they don’t always heed it. They bond well, and are very loyal to each other, all of them becoming embroiled in the predictable unravelling of the mystery of Jake's mother's death - ruled a hit and run, but which, predictably, turns out to be anything but that simple.

Jake discovers cryptic clues left in a Chicago museum thirteen years earlier, by his mother. The clues are far too cryptic and unrealistic, but perhaps the target age range will not notice this. I should have my own son read this and comment on it from that PoV, but he's notoriously hard to talk into reading something which doesn't already have an inclination towards! If I do succeed, I'll add his comments to the blog review. Anyway, Jake follows the clues and eventually discovers a forged painting to which his late mother led him (she was evidently too late...), and he traps the bad guys, one of whom killed his mom. In process of slowly tracking down these unlikely clues the foursome goes through all sorts of interesting days at the music camp, getting into issues and scrapes which kids of their age inevitably will, but resolving them with smarts, a willingness to share, a willingness to take responsibility, a desire to resolve problems amicably, and a bit of early teen naughtiness!

I recommend this novel for age-appropriate readers.


Monday, October 21, 2013

The Midnight Dress by Karen Foxlee





Title: The Midnight Dress
Author: Karen Foxlee
Publisher: Alfred A Knopf
Rating: worthy

I picked up this novel thinking it had some supernatural or paranormal content. It doesn't, but I loved this when I began reading it. Refreshingly set in Australia, it's an easy read, interesting, and very well written. There's a skein of entertaining commentary pervading the story (at least to begin with - it takes a darker tone later), and I love that very much. There's no prologue and it isn't told in the first person! What’s not to love? Plus I love the name Karen Foxlee. Perfect.

On the topic of person and tense, this novel is curiously told in third person present which is a bit different from most novels, but it has what I initially took to be flashbacks, which are actually flash-forwards (and which are told in third person present, too), and it has flashbacks. Really a bit confusing. The main character is Rose Lovell and she's fifteen. I entered this novel hoping it would be significantly more entertaining than the previous novel with which I'd just contended, which also had a female protagonist named Rose. I would have named a daughter Rose had I a daughter to name: Holly Rose. But it was not to be.

Rose is fifteen and is befriended by schoolmate Pearl when she starts her first day at her new school. Pearl has (so she claims) "a highlighter dependency", and uses them extensively. She's even given to writing with her highlighters on Rose's arms and hands. Rose has started a new school rather frequently, and she keeps telling people she is only at this school for a short time, because she's so used to her father taking off to a new town and dragging her behind him. He's an alcoholic and hardly the most steadfast guy in the world. The novel continues in this vein, with Rose getting to know Pearl, starting to settle in to her life, fearful that her father will start drinking again and pull up his stakes. Pearl turns out to be a character all of herself, but surprisingly for me (who falls in love with side-kicks more often than with main characters), she didn't quite outshine Rose.

on page 34 Foxlee writes: "…so blue it was almost black...". This was the first phrase to which I took exception in her writing, and it’s really more of a quibble than a problem, but it is a writing issue, and since this blog is as much about writing as it is about reading and reviewing, I’d be remiss not to address it! The problem, for me, with that phrase is that something cannot be so blue that it’s almost black. It can be so dark that it’s almost black, but the blueness (more generally 'colorfulness', and more properly known as chroma) and the darkness (effectively a brightness scale from white to black, also known as luma) are not the same thing. I don’t know if Foxlee knows this, and is just being obscure or perverse, or if she doesn’t really know what she's saying, which would be a bit disturbing. Neil Gaiman knows how to write it in Stardust. The overly dramatic phrase seized my attention away from what she was saying, but then maybe I'm just perverse! Otherwise her writing is excellent, I have to add. Hastily. Before you call for the people in the white coats to come for me....

The story is slow to move, and I found this mildly irritating, but not overly so. Rose eventually is lured into having Edie, supposedly a witch (see where the paranormal confusion arose?!), make her a dress: the midnight dress, in very dark blue (so dark it was almost blue!) for the harvest festival parade, and Rose lets herself be dragged into it (or dragged out for it! She normally wears pants and flannels, not dresses.) Rose is lured further by Edie into pretty-much making the dress herself, slowly, by degrees, one stitch at a time, as Edie tells parts of her life story to Rose while they work. I'm not sure what the point of this was, but is is loosely tied into other darker things which happen, and which climax (and unexpectedly for me!) at this very parade

So I finished this and have to say the ending which was threatening throughout the novel (via the flash-forwards) was not at all what I expected it to turn out to be, but it was a comfortable one - if a disturbing one. I recommend this novel as a worthy read, but ignore the cover: it has nothing whatsoever to do with any events in the novel! And therein lies one of the major advantages in self-publishing: you do your own stuff and don't have to put up with any crap foisted upon you by the publisber or the editor!


Sunday, October 20, 2013

On Basilisk Station by David Weber





Title: On Basilisk Station
Author: David Weber
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Rating: worthy!

You can read this novel online for free at Baen books.

This novel is the first in a long series, and if you've noticed that I already rated it worthy, it’s because I already read this novel. I'm going through it again via audio disk so I can start documenting this series, and from a personal perspective, I'm curious to compare how the audio version matches up to my own recollection of reading the print version. I like this character, but it’s been a while since I read this novel, so listening to it will be interesting and fun.

This audio is by Allyson Johnson. Johnson's reading is passable, but not brilliant. Her cadence is odd at times and her voice for Honor Harrington is completely wrong, but other than that she does a decent job (although her pronunciations are a bit adrift to me at times). She turned 'malaise' into mah-lezz rather than ma-lays, which I found odd. I think that was an American thing; a British reader, for example, probably would have made it sound more French, as its origin dictates. I have to wonder why, given that this is quite obviously rooted in the British Navy of the 19th century, why they didn’t get a British reader for the series. Johnson also says Man...tickoran, hurrying through that last bit. I have no idea how Weber pronounces it (another problem with letting a third party get between you and your reader! Why don’t authors read their own novels for the audio versions?). I have to wonder why, given that this is 'Manticore' and not 'Manticor', it’s 'Manticoran' and not 'Manticorean' and why it's Man...tickoran and not Manti-coran, but the name of the people has often been inconsistent with the name of the country from which it hails even in reality, so it's hardly a surprise when you think about it.

I have to ask, ninety-nine tracks on each disk? NINETY NINE? Each one is a minute or less long. What the heck inspired that bizarre arrangement? I found the dramatic music at the start and end of each disk rather laughable, but it was short. I did appreciate the announcement at the end of the disk that it’s the end of the disk. As pedantic as that sounds, there is method to my madness! On my car player, the disk simply recycles back to the first track and starts over, so if I'm not watching - which I'm not when I'm driving of course - it sometimes takes a few seconds to realize what's happened.

As I mentioned in other reviews on this blog, a reader has to choose, sometimes, whether to overlook the writer's peccadilloes and short-comings for the sake of enjoying what is otherwise a good novel, or to simply reject the thing as a waste of time and not read it at all. From the writer's perspective, the trick is to tell your tale without pissing-off your reader, of course. But readers are very flexible. They will forgive a lot of bad material if the underlying story is engrossing enough. It doesn’t mean they're idyllically happy with it by any means, but it does mean they will put up with it. This is where critics come in, and why writers need to pay attention to valid criticism. This is especially true of a series. If you write book one and find it sells, but there's criticism, it’s foolish to ignore those comments when writing book two, but you have to tread the fine line between the complaints which book one generated on the one side, and both retaining what was good from book one and telling the story you want to tell in book two on the other side. And of course, if you've already got book two in the bag by the time book one catches on, it can be a bit hard to go back and address criticisms there!

However, if you persist in failing to do this, then you end up with readers like me who put up with what they consider to be the crap in the early books for the sake of enjoying what they consider to be the benefits, only to ditch the series after a while as they see that nothing is changing, or worse, the gold-to-dross ratio is declining. In the end, that's why I ditched it because the only thing which changed in this series was the increased level of tedium and frustration on my part with the stories. I have to tell you that while the first half-dozen books were really engrossing and rewarding, for me the series went to hell in a hand-basket somewhere around volume six or seven (I forget which) and became one of the dullest and most uninteresting series ever at that point. I will touch on the reasons for that in this review. Note that while I am reviewing book one in the Honor Harrington series (or the Star Kingdom series, whatever!), the criticisms come from a wider perspective of having read several of this series.

I started out really liking Commander Honor Harrington, "captain" of the HMS Fearless, almost adoring her as much as David Weber himself quite evidently does although, unlike Weber, I baulked at complete prostration, worship, and shrine building! At the start of the novel there is a prologue which I may well actually have read when I first picked up the paperback, but which I skipped this time as I routinely do with prologues - considering them to be a waste of time. If it's worth telling, it’s worth putting in the first chapter. The hell with prologues! The one here is bit tedious, and serves only to explain why Basilisk Station is the target chosen by the bad guys. In short, it’s a pointless exercise which could have been worked into the text.

The situation in this fiction that there are some really big kingdoms, or empires, or republics in space, one of which is the belligerent Haven, which seems to be a cross between post-revolutionary France, and cold-war Russia. The good guys are supposed to be the Manticoreans, based around a planet called Manticore, and which has a monarchy. All the combatants are human, coming, originally, from Earth ("old Earth" as it’s stupidly called, like there is some other, newer Earth somewhere around!). Haven, because it isn’t a Weber-approved political or economic system, is short of cash and therefore needs to take over Basilisk Station, which is a warp hub - there is a wormhole there which permits quick passage to distant stars, but it's controlled by Manticore which derives an healthy income from it. See? I did it in one paragraph!

I have to inject here that this business of space empires has always seemed to me to be appallingly juvenile and short-sighted, not to say uninventive and brain-dead. It blindly disregards how massive space is and how pointless it would be to imagine that anyone could "conquer" it or administer any kind of oppressive or coercive system over such huge distances. it relies on the patent fiction that it's economically viable to spend billions to "conquer" another system in order to extort millions from that system.

Weber modeled this series very closely (far too closely IMO) on the early nineteenth century seaman Horatio Hornblower - which is why his main character has the double-H initials. I have never read that series, but the impression I have is that the stories parallel the Hornblower series in many regards, particularly insofar as it reflects the commander's travel through the ranks. Harrington has worked hard to get her command, but she faces some people in a strong position to derail her. The first of these is the chief on her own command, who detests her for no good reason. The second is more a case of circumstance than of a person: her new ship has been pretty much stripped of weapons in favor of a new-fangled pet project of a clueless woman who somehow has risen to the rank of admiral, with the emphasis on rank.

The "grav lance" is a powerful weapon, but it's useful only at short range, so Harrington can strike with it successfully only once before her opponents in the exercise realize what both her power and her limitation is, and take her out before she can get close a second time. So when she fails to make a roaring success of Admiral Hemphill's toy, Harrington is going to be very effectively banished to a piss-ant backwater "command". The name of that command? Basilisk Station. The problem with Weber's space fights is the same problem which all space battles have, which is that although we call them ships, and dreadnoughts, and cruisers, like they're ships at sea, it's the mind-set behind this which is actually all at sea. These are not ships of the line, they're space craft and they operate not on the two-dimensional surface of the ocean, but in 3-D and black and white.

That's why Weber's stories so annoyed me in the long-run, because he obsesses so dedicatedly over his space-faring vessels and the pitched battles between them that he risks blowing a vessel in the space between his ears. He would have us believe that space battles will be no different in any way, shape, or form from sea battles (and sea battles of Horatio Hornblower's era, to boot!), and he depicts each and every one exactly as though it were at sea, all participants steadfastly conducting themselves as if they were ocean bound and constrained. Even within the context of his own framework, this makes no sense.

For example, he talks about a "line of battle" or "wall of battle" (just as if this were a sea battle), completely ignoring the fact that no enemy with any brains is going to line-up all their ships on a two-dimensional plain neatly facing their opponents when they have all of three-D space in which to operate, and when they can make micro jumps as well as come in on literally any vector. Weber bemoans the massive dreadnought's weakness: having an energy weapon fired "up the dreadnought's skirt" (i.e. between the energy barricades set up by the spacecraft's impeller drive, which offers a massive shield on two sides, but not fore or aft). Yet he later goes on to talk about the space fortresses guarding the Basilisk worm-hole and states clearly that they have all-around coverage (and they are capable of moving). So, too, could the battleships have 360 degree coverage if they didn't rigidly get in line, but had other ships out of line, perpendicularly positioned so as to guard those skirts!

But none of this is actually relevant because the whole thing is nonsense. Here in 2013 we're already awash with robots and drones, and I'm not talking about that pissant little Honda Asimo, or those robot puppies, I'm talking about industrial robots and space-exploring robots. No civilization worth its salt is going to waste billions upon billions in building and crewing massive battle ships (the real-world navies had already abandoned that plan back in the twentieth century!). The future, and the future of warfare, is going to be be entirely in the hands of robots and AIs, so all of Weber's antiquated bullshit about having the right man for the job and how inhumanly dedicated and skillful Harrington's crew is - is obsolete. The reality is that humans aren't going to be allowed anywhere near astro-navigation and fire-control systems when we have AIs and robots to run them. Now there would be a story.

Yet despite the prevalence of robots here and now, Weber takes the same dishonest tack which Star Trek took, and blindly pretends that robots and AIs were never invented. I have a few salty words to say about that, but I'll drop anchor right there and grant Weber his fiction, and let him get on with his story! As I said, I really do like the first few novels, so I was willing to let him get away with emitting these irritants like so much pollution for the greater reward of seeing Harrington in action.

So when Harrington gets to Basilisk, she has another shock awaiting her in the problem of a specific person with whom she had a really, really bad experience (if you want to tart-up near-rape and make it sound like nothing more upsetting and debilitating than a stomach-ache) when she was in "naval" college. Captain Lord Pavel Young is a dilettante, a bully, a slacker, and an abuser of women. He got away with assaulting Harrington because of her weakness and her fear, and the fact that she had been attacked in a very male-oriented service where there were male senior officers and everyone was expected to be super-tough and to hide their weaknesses and feelings of being badly treated. It's hardly surprising that when we cultivate a system like this, real-life abuses of women and real rapes are not rare. But why Weber thinks the military will be just as male-oriented and oppressive of women several hundred years from now as it is right now is a mystery; however, this is his fiction, so let him tell it how he wants.

Young takes off to get his ship refitted as soon as Harrington arrives, but this isn't the blessing you would think, since she is now solely in charge of this crucial station, yet she has nothing worthy of the name with which to defend it! Harrington buckles down and starts doing her duty despite these setbacks, and she really makes a difference. In process of properly enforcing the rules and laws, she discovers that Haven has infiltrated a nearby planet and plans on using illegal drugs and weapons to foment a crazed rebellion amongst the rather primitive alien inhabitants of Medusa against planetary rule. Haven hopes to be able to slip in as a 'stabilizing' party, thereby taking over the planet; they can then use this as a forward base of operations for an invasion of Manticorean space.

The Havenites have a stealth ship lurking locally, but this is discovered by Harrington, and after a drawn-out knock-down fight, Harrington gains the upper hand and thereby thwarts (yes, thwarts, no other word will suffice!) the Haven plan for taking over in the area. Harrington now becomes a real captain and takes over a brand new cruiser, all ready for her next impossible mission in The Honor of the Queen. Yes a good many of these novels play on Harrington's name.

Since I already knew what I was going to rate this novel going into it, I was less hesitant to read others' takes on this novel, and I found some interesting and amusing criticisms, Including humorous remarks about how important Harrington's white captain's beret was! That didn’t bother me. There were also comments about Nimitz, her tree-cat. This is not a pet, it’s a companion, and while I normal vomit profusely over cute animals in stories, in this case, I was quite intrigued and fascinated by Nimitz, so I had very little problem with him. I can see, without a back story to support him, how his relationship with Harrington might seem bizarre, but that didn’t bother me and was one of the very few parts I found worthy of reading in one of the later books: perhaps the very last book I ever read in this series, where I believe I skipped everything but that part of the novel! Nimitz (which I think is a great name for him) really comes into his own in book two where there is a stunning passage about a fist-fight Harrington gets into, not by choice, and against several opponents who are assassins. That was one of the best action sequences I've ever read in any novel.

An issue which didn’t seem to be raised in other criticisms is Harrington's planet of origin: Sphinx. In the Manticore system, there are three Earth-like planets (Manticore, Sphinx, and Griffin), which is why it was settled so readily, and also why the Manticoreans did not get into expansionism: they already had everything they needed in this one system. Sphinx is described by Weber has having noticeably greater gravity than Earth, and a shorter year, but he says nothing (that I recall) about whether the higher gravitational pull is because of increased size, or simply increased density. He does say this is why Sphinxians are generally taller and stronger than other inhabitants of the system, but we never (or almost never) meet any other Sphinxians for comparison with Harrington! (And why Sphinxians instead of Sphinxans?!)

I have to wonder at Weber's interpretation of how the greater gravity would influence growth. I can see that it would, without having to require an evolutionary change (evolution, very simply put, is a change in allele frequency in the genome of a population). Since humans have a large variability, it wouldn’t require a mutation, merely a favoring of certain already-existing body types, but it’s this that's the problem for me. Weber assumes that the favored body-type would be tall and strong, but I'd have to argue that maybe it would be short and stocky, and strong instead. Weber offers no good reason to buy into his chosen type. It does grant Harrington a certain statuesque authority, however, so this didn’t seem to me to be worth bothering with given what he was doing with this character.

The other thing which is odd about Harrington is her age, and this business of Weber trying fruitlessly to reconcile years between planets with differing orbital periods I found truly irritating. Everyone in the Manticore (and the Haven for that matter) systems is ultimately from Earth deep down in their roots, but they have nothing whatsoever to do with Earth in this entire series, and it hardly garners a mention, yet Weber would have us believe that everything needs to be translated to "T-years" (Earth years), so while Harrington is actually forty, she's really only 25 in Earth years which explains why she's such a newbie in terms of her schooling and graduation at that age. Weber needs to dispense with 'T-years' and just talk about 'years', only mentioning the actual length of the year if it's vitally important. Mostly it’s not at all important, but it is really annoying when he keeps on doing it!

I have to agree with other critics that Harrington is too much of a Mary Sue (in the traditional sense). She reminds me very much of Janeway, the captain of the Star Trek Voyager spacecraft - always immensely moral, unarguably correct and proper. How did Rex Harrison put it (of men) in My Fair lady? "Why can't a woman be more like a man? Men are so honest, so thoroughly square; eternally noble, historically fair."! It’s like Harrington is trying to live up to that absurd appellation I couldn't stand Janeway, but for some reason I found Harrington much more acceptable, if nauseating on occasion. Her extreme perfection is quite annoying. A few character flaws or imperfections (other than stroking her nose, which seems to be the extent of Weber's idea of a character flaw) would be nice. Her internal monologues are also annoying at times - all info-dump and quite pedantic.

Weber also has his peccadilloes. His exclusive employment of Scotsmen in key support and fatherly positions is highly amusing. If Harrington is going to have a fatherly figure take her under his wing, he inevitably has a Scots -sounding name - such as Hamish Alexander. If she's going to have a right-hand man, he inevitably has a Scots-sounding name, such as Alistair McKeon. Weber has a lot of ethnic-sounding last names (not that, a thousand years into the future, and light years out into space, those names really mean anything), but the names seem to be invariably Japanese or Hispanic. I don’t recall reading many if any names which sounded like they had, for example, an African origin, or a Middle-Eastern origin. Weber inevitably becomes boring whenever he's talking of the Havenite Republic, or about the evil plans thereof. He invariably becomes long-winded and often dull whenever he gets into military technical talk, or into political, economic, or aristocratic deliberations. It's harder to skip the boring parts on an audio disk because you can't see where you're going!

I also found that this business, a trope in all space operas, of trade between star systems to be unutterably absurd in the extreme. I can see that certain high-end items - such as archaeological artifacts and "native" crafts might find rich buyers on other systems (that's kind of the premise behind The Alex Benedict series by Jack McDevitt), but to suggest that people are going to spend billions on building space-craft and on financing interstellar travel to bring in common or garden raw materials, or manufactured products from star systems which are scores of light years away is pure bullshit. It’s not even remotely economical.

I'm not sure where Weber gets his physics, and I honestly do not require any details about how some fictional concept works, especially not in sci-fi. I can hardly imagine anything more pointless than a lecture about something which doesn’t exist! It’s like sitting in church and listening to some ignorant clueless so-called holy man pontificate about his god when he actually knows no more about any god than you do. I really don’t care about how much research you've done, nor do I need to be drilled on this by having extended sections of the novel devoted to expounding your back-story. I sure as hell don’t need an info-dump on the topic, but if you're going to put some sort of an "explanation" into your fiction, then please accept these two pieces of advice:

  1. Don’t put it in the form of a three-thousand word essay in the middle of a chase scene.
  2. Do make sure it doesn’t defy long-established principles of physics!

Weber starts in about 'grav waves', by which he means gravitational waves (not gravity waves, which is something else entirely), but he erroneously believes it's possible for these to move at "...two and a half or three thousand times the speed of light". BullSHIT. Once he's made a blunder like that (so large that it probably has its own gravity!), then everything he says subsequently on the topic isn’t worth wasting your time in reading. Having said that, let me note the possibility of an out here: Einstein's (or rather, this universe's) speed limit applies to physical objects in space-time, not to the fabric of space-time itself. Since gravity waves are 'ripples' in that fabric, perhaps there is a way for them to (at least apparently) 'beat' the speed limit. Whether they're actually beating it in any meaningful sense is another issue, and these are questions for the physicists! To the best of my knowledge, gravitational waves travel at the speed of light (or near as 'damn-it' is to swearing) and not any faster; certainly not three orders of magnitude faster. There is evidence that gravitational waves exist, but none have been detected to my knowledge, at least as of this writing.

This revelation of Weber's, that Einstein was completely wrong about the speed of light being the universal limit, comes in the middle of Harrington's trying to run down a disguised Havenite warship, which is a decently exciting chase (had it not been interrupted by info-dump!), but all of it is nonsense. The reason for the ship's trying to escape, so we’re given to understand, is the fact that it must reach the Havenite incoming fleet to warn them that their invasion plan needs to be shelved. In that case, why send a ship at significantly sub-light speed to deliver the message, when a simple radio signal would carry that same information very nearly at light speed itself? Hence the chase is all revel without a cause.

Being a warship rather than the merchant vessel it's disguised as, the Havenite ship can fire missiles at Harrington in her inevitably out-classed vessel, but this poses some really interesting problems. I'm not going to get into them because it would take a real physicist to figure all this out, but allow me just to confine myself to saying that if you're going to write about missile exchanges between vessels traveling at significant percentages of the speed of light, I rather suspect you cannot treat everything in exactly the same way you would if this exchange had taken place at every-day speeds. Yes, they're still bound by the universal laws of physics, but would we see, at those velocities, the same things we would at the speeds with which we’re familiar in everyday life? Would we be able to react to what we see in any useful way? Maybe. I don’t know. Nor do I know of anyone who's written about this in sci-fi and addressed these issues, either. I’d love to read it, if anyone has!

On this same subject, I have to note an appalling lack of computerization. This always amused me in Star Trek, where robots and AIs are non-existent despite their already being in extensive use in real life even in our day and age! This makes no sense. It makes even less sense with Weber's pally old-boy network of characters like "skipper", and "guns" doing manual calculations for intercept vectors and missile defense. Weber is too bogged down in Horatio Hornblower and paying very little attention to the fact that he's moved this whole thing from the ocean to the low-gravity vacuum of space while essentially changing nothing of his approach towards any of it. For example, he seems to forget (as indeed do most space operas, Star Wars and Star Trek included) that when you set something in motion in space, it tends to keep on going regardless of whether it runs out of fuel. The whole concept of "out of range" is meaningless in space. Yes, it’s relevant if a missile loses its own power, and is therefore not maneuverable; its target can then conceivably move out of the missile's path, but if the target remains immobile in relation to the incoming missile, there is no such thing as range!

Amusingly, it’s still the "Navy" to Weber, which technically has nothing whatsoever to do with space ships! He still talks about "Naval Intelligence" which shows little intelligence, and tosses in cute catch-words like "buships" (boo-ships) for Bureau of Ships and bupers (boo-pers) for Bureau of Persons. None of that works for me, which makes it strange that I even liked the first few novels in this series! That still amazes me, but doesn’t surprise me that I ran out of steam as he allowed more of the kind of nonsense I've detailed here to pervade the novels, consequently shutting out the stuff which actually did keep me interested.

So to bring this amazingly long review to a close, yes, I enjoyed this story just as much in audio as I did originally when I first read it, and I'm now tempted to move onto volume two to read again or listen to it! So yes, I had a lot of issues and I can see how others could have a lot of issues with this, but despite those, Weber did provide me with enough to keep me coming back - until he didn't, then I ditched the series and never looked back. I recommend this volume, though.


A Study in Darkness by Emma Jane Holloway





Title: A Study in Darkness
Author: Emma Jane Holloway
Publisher: Gallery Books
Rating: WARTY!


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review.

I reviewed A Study in Silks, the first novel in this series, here.

I reviewed A Study in Ashes, the third novel in this series, here.

Yes, I know I said I was just starting this one! I did start it, but I had to put it on a hasty hold when I discovered, much to my dismay, that several books I have for review for Net Galley were showing "three weeks" deadlines in the reader: read it by then or lose it forever! I've never seen that before, but then I've never had so many ebooks lined up for review before, either, so I had to go take care of some of them before I can get back to this one! Sorry! Corporate responsibility and all that jazz....

However, I find myself this weekend not in a position to read the current deadline novel. There's no kindle edition of it, the Adobe reader doesn't work on Ubuntu, and Kindle won't read the PDF which is a protected file! Yes, they have it nailed down tightly, but that means I can't do what they expect me to do: review it for them! So I'm back to reading the "Study" series, but I have to report mixed feelings about what I'm reading. On the one hand, she doesn't know the difference between a decent romance and YA crapola. On the other, and this is a very pleasant surprise, Holloway does know the difference between stanch and staunch! Kudos to her for that much at least.

Anyone following my blog will know that I've identified (if I recall) three writers of late who do not know the difference, and as a writer, I think things like this are important because they tell us something about the author, and about book editors. If you cannot trust your publisher to get the cover right, and you cannot trust the blurb writer to get the back-cover right, and you cannot trust your editor to catch things like confusion between two similar words with entirely different meanings, then where is the advantage of going the legacy publishing route? Self-publish! But only if you are strong in your written language, and confident in being able to do the job yourself. However, if you got the other route, do be prepared for serious cluelessness, blindness, and moronic publishers who do not recognize talent when they see it. Recall that the following record companies turned down The Beatles in the early 1960's: Columbia, Decca, Oriole, Philips and Pye. Decca told them that guitar groups were on the way out, and that The Beatles had no future in show business! Don't lose heart. Unless, of course, you write romances as badly as Holloway does!

I must now address a serious shortcoming which shows up disturbingly in the first ten percent of this novel, and which is the sad debasing of Evelina. You will recall if you read volume one in this series that Holloway smartly tore up her playbook at the end, and scattered her four main protagonists, which I considered a very good decision. Imogen, Evelina's best friend was separated from both Evelina (who was banished from Lord Bancroft's home), and from her beau, Bucky, who was banned from her life. Niccolo, whom I consider to be a complete loser, became a pirate. That should convey all you need to know about his worthless hide, and that's also all I need to say about him - except to add that once I discovered that he was in this novel, I decided to skip every chapter in which he plays a leading role (which meant gliding happily past all of chapters five and six, for example). My worst fear is that he will not be hunted down and hung, but will come roaring back into the story, and it seems that fear is to become a reality. Indeed, Holloway starts this story with him, which I found depressing enough as it was.

And what of Evelina? Well, we learn nothing of her summer except that she was in Devon, a county in south-west England, but is now back staying with her uncle Sherlock Holmes in Baker Street, where she receives a letter from Imogen begging her to join herself and Alice Keating for a month before Tobias (or sorry-ass if you prefer - I do) marries Alice. Evelina has an attack of the wilts and the vapors over this, at which point she lost me as her champion. She's supposed to be a smart, strong, astute, incisive sleuth, but she's none of that so far in this novel, nor at all in the first novel. She displays none of her uncle's intellect whatsoever. Holloway actually uses the term "star-crossed" to describe Evelina and Tobias, which pretty much made me puke all over the Kindle (not advised).

Holloway needs to buck-up Evelina and get her mind away from that loser Tobias, who purposefully shot her uncle and would have killed him if he could. How did Che put it in Don't Cry for me Argentina: "Why all this howling hysterical sorrow?" This pathetic juvenile fainting away over him is entirely stomach-turning. Evelina needs to be given a new beau: someone worthy of what she can be, and she herself needs to become worthy to have him. Right now she's worthless as a character and as a human being. Holloway seems to have got it right with Imogen and Bucky (although there is precious little of either of them in this volume), so hopefully she'll bite the bullet and get it done for Evelina too, but I have grave doubts on that score. I think she's far too in love with her characters to ever dare kill them off, either practically or metaphorically, but maybe she'll surprise me.

Or maybe she won't. I almost tossed this novel at about 20% in, and moved on to something else. Sad-sack Tobias, of course, shows up at the hunting jamboree organized by Jasper Keating, the "Gold" King (steam-punk supremo). There was absolutely no surprise what-so-ever there. Neither was it a surprise when trollop Evelina and scum Tobias, fiancé of Alice Keating, (who happens to be a friend of Evelina's) flung themselves into each other's arms, neither of them caring two figs for Alice. So exactly how Dumb is Evelina? Don't get me started. And what kind of a lowlife jerk-off is Toby-ass? Evelina had one simple task at this hunter-gathering: to dig up useful information for her uncle and she blew it the very first chance she got, wilting like a used condom in the arms of the useless piece of trash who shot her uncle and contributed to building a bomb which blew up Holmes's home when he and Evelina were both in it. And now this faithless wench is having palpitations over this terrorist?

This novel was entirely unrealistic even within its own framework to this point. Evelina, supposedly a strong female lead, has shown herself to be completely worthless in her character's rôle, and nothing more than another air-headed appendage of a guy. And the guy is - how did Colonel Brandon put it in Sense & Sensibility? - "...expensive, dissipated, and worse than both." Alan Rickman's Colonel Brandon described Toby-ass's character best in the movie version: "the worst sort of libertine". I need more than this in a main character if an author wants me to follow a series; much more. But at least we now know where the novel's title came from: it was in Keating's study, in the darkness, that they kissed, and Keating and Imogen found them in flagrante de lick spittle. Now not only is Toby-ass under Keating's thumb, so too, is Evelina. Way to go, Ms Stupid Bitch! Seriously: is it Holloway's intention to make a reader detest her characters? If so, then why?! If not, then why write this crap?

Fortunately, I didn't ditch the novel at that point. Though I was revolted by Holloway's ham-fisted handling of Evelina-Toby-ass train-wreck, I kept reading and was rewarded. So she gets kicked out of the hunter-gathering and heads back to London incognito as a spy for Keating, and she ends up working for Magnus - the guy who got blown up in volume one, but who we all of us knew for a fact would be back, because why invent a new villain when you can quite literally resurrect an old one?! Right now my favorite character in both of these volumes is Magnus. At least he has something going for him - like a spine maybe?!

Magnus is laying low, and apparently working for (or perhaps merely pretending to do so) King Coal, another of the steam barons. He runs a puppet theater, although why he does, I have no idea; there's no reason whatsoever for him to be doing this as far as I can see, especially if he has King Coal's patronage, and Holloway offers none. He is maintaining a stable of automatons, one of which is the very Serafina doll which was purportedly destroyed in volume one. No explanation there as to why she's still hale and hearty, and Serafina has a life of sorts. She's very advanced, verging on being sentient if not already there, and Magnus assures Evelina that he has killed no-one and no animal to create her as she is. OTOH, this novel is set during the era of Jack the Ripper - the very villain about whom Imogen is having very realistic dreams. I am now suspicious that Serafina is Jack the Ripper and these deaths are what animate her. But then we all know exactly how great my guesses are!

So now Holloway has married off Toby-ass to Alice Keating, the only way she can get Toby-ass and Evelina together is to kill off Alice. Will she do it? She really jumped the shark, fell short, and landed ass-first in the fish's maw with the kiss in the study in darkness, because the only witnesses to that event were Evelina, Toby-ass, Keating, and Imogen. But now Holloway expects us to believe that the story somehow magically "slipped out", and has spread so that everyone at the reception knows of it. How, exactly, did that happen? No explanation. Everyone is evidently blaming Evelina, but there's no word yet on whether Alice has even heard the tale.

Well, I got to 50% through this novel and became so ill that I could no longer continue. It sucks. There are some really brilliant pieces, but all of that is lost in a foul miasma of tedious pedantry and brain-dead story-telling. It turns out that Toby-ass seduced Alice during the summer and impregnated her, and then he doesn't have the gallantry to spend their wedding night with her or treat her like a human being. There is no way in hell this piece of human gutter-trash will ever get back into my good graces, and if Evelina ends up with him, then she's scum too as far as I'm concerned! It's that simple. Why would I care what happens to these whiny-assed losers? The sad thing is that I have a third volume of this to which I'm committed for a review. I have the horrible feeling that I may indeed end up committed - to an asylum when I start delving into that volume! But rest-assured I am going to take a serious break from this before I read episode three!

This novel is WARTY!


Rose Under Fire by Elizabeth Wein





Title: Rose Under Fire
Author: Elizabeth Wein
Publisher: Hyperion
Rating: TBD

Well I have to rate this one as warty. I started it and could find nothing whatsoever in the first few pages to interest me. I started skipping pages because the last thing I was interested in was air-headed girlie gossip written in a totally unrealistic first person, when I'd picked up a novel that was touted as being about World War Two! No wonder Hyperion didn't want a reviewer like me to get hold of this novel! But their ludicrous attempt at half-hearted censorship failed; I waited patiently and now I've seen it and it's not good enough.

Wein's desire to publicize the horrors of World War Two is admirable, if very belated. That war was horrible, but it was almost three-quarters of a century ago. There are new horrors now, and there have been ever since World War Two. They are just as bad as what happened then, and on just as large a scale, if nowhere near as concentrated, and it's those horrors - the ones which are not so high profile but which are just as bad - ones about which we can do something now, which are in greater need of the publicity. So why isn't Wein focused on those if she wants to write a crusading novel?

I invite Elizabeth Wein and others to think of a number. Not any number, but a specific nine million. It could be the nine million children who have starved to death in 2013. It could be "merely" nine million kids who aren't insured by "the best country in the world" in 2013, and will not be insured if the god-fearing 'suffer little children to come onto me" Republican party has its way. It could be the nine million children who were refugees in 2013. It could be the nine million children who will die in 2013 before they reach their fifth birthday. Six million Jews and all the others slaughtered, harassed, bullied, belittled and degraded in a religious crusade between the mid-nineteen thirties and 1945 is awful. It must NEVER happen again; it must never be forgotten, but it was 70 years ago. That nine million (pick one; pick any one) is happening right now. Let's keep our eye on the ball.

Likewise, Wein's efforts to publicize the contribution women made to the war effort is commendable, but I don't think you get to where Wein thought she was taking us by starting from frivolity and nonsense. Not unless you're a more skilled writer than Wein showed herself to me to be, because in my case she certainly failed and failed dismally. I was turned off this from the start. She should have begun this story from the point where Rose takes off and gets herself captured, bypassing the fluff and frou-frou and making a much better impression on me. Clearly she doesn't care about impressing readers like me.

If she had at least made the capture an adventure, it might have turned it around, but she wasn't even interested in doing that much. The capture was poorly written. She has Rose captured by two Messerschmitt 262's, the Germans' only jet-powered World War Two aircraft. These cool-looking airplanes then casually escorted Rose across France and into Germany. Never once did she try to put her plane down on the ground or to jump out and let it crash, thereby keeping it and herself out of the hands of the Germans. Nope, she meekly let these same two planes - which had severely limited air-time because of the fact that they were gas-guzzling jets with two hungry engines - lead her like a whipped puppy all the way into Germany and she never so much as emitted a squeak of protest, much less demonstrated one. Not only is that length of a flight not gonna happen with that type of aircraft, even if it could have happened, I wasn't about to read a story about a supposed hero who gives up everything in a cowardly fashion without even thinking of any kind of a fight. Sorry!

At that point, after the cheery, pally conversation she had with her German captors, blabbing everything but her name, rank, and number, that I could not stand to read this crap any more, and I closed the book on Elizabeth Wein, who started out ostensibly championing women in World War Two and ended-up (or was it up-ended?) insulting the legacy of bravery of the very non-fictional women who did put in their time and serve their country. And the hero's name is Rose Justice? Honestly? I am done with Elizabeth Wein. This was a warty read.


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Reflex by Steven Gould





Title: Reflex
Author: Steven Gould
Publisher: Tor
Rating: WORTHY!

I reviewed Jumper, the first in this trilogy, here.
I reviewed Impulse the second sequel to Jumper here.

This is yet another one of Gould's which has a title competing for attention. There are at least four other books with the same title! I've read the two Gould novels which bracket this one and thoroughly enjoyed both so I expected no problems with this one, was looking forward to starting it. It did not disappoint, although there are bits of it which were somewhat testing of my patience! I started out thinking this one would be all Millie, but it's split between her and David in alternating sections. I loved the way Gould started this one, harking back with the first sentence to the first novel, but then taking that reference in a completely different direction before throwing in a twist a bit later!

It's ten years on, and David is working part time for Brian Cox, the NSA guy he had a run-in with in Jumper (which for some reason I keep thinking is titled "Jumpers" but it's not!) and has since befriended. In this sequel there are still no Paladins, which was a pure invention of the movie version, and which I've no come to think of an an aberration and not part of the Jumper world at all.

Millie is on the warpath because she wants to start a family. David doesn't because, well, JUMPING! Millie discovers that she can also jump (when she's highly motivated to do so), and it's just as well: David is kidnapped! He's drugged surreptitiously and taken captive by a mysterious group of people who tranquilize him so he can't think coherently enough to jump anywhere. They then keep him confined in a room, manacled to the wall. In the novels, he's unable to jump put of manacles. So now we have two people in the world who are jumpers. Quite a difference from the movie where there were many more of them. note also that Griffin makes no appearance in these novels, not in this one, not in Jumper, and not in Impulse.

While he's in captivity, before he recovers from being drugged, David's captors insert something under his skin that when triggered, makes him feel so bad when that he vomits and has a bowel movement. Yuck! Then they make him clean it up! Double yuck! I think I would have striven to direct all my bodily effluents right by the door where they have to come in and out, and never clean it up. But of course they have the stick, and it's a large and very effective one. David begins to cooperate but is very angered by it. One thing which became clear (other than that this group intends to use this control over him so that he will do whatever it is they want): David hates this woman who is in charge, but my guess was that it would be Millie who takes her out, and I was not exactly right but not far wrong.

David does get into it with Hyacinth, the woman who is supervising his imprisonment, but he comes off worst, and wakes up feeling as battered and bruised as he actually is! I guess his jumping was no match for her karate, but she does have the hots for him and wants to jump his bones! Now that fight - the battle, not the sex - would be worth seeing in a movie. I had a real problem with this part of the novel because David is quite attracted to Hyacinth Pope, and offers very little resistance to his feelings. At one point they are in process of making out, and not a single one of David's thoughts about why he should not do this revolve around the fact that he's married to Millie! That sickened me and was the first time I did not like David in this entire series. In the end, the reason he stops making out with her has nothing whatsoever to do with Millie and is rather pathetic.

I love Millie in this novel and don't see enough of her. She is kick ass, but there are some real problems of tedium with both her and David's segments. Millie's segments are bogged down with her trying to find David, and that wouldn't be at all bad if it were not for the tedious part where she becomes enmeshed with a woman who lives on the street named Sojee, and with a family of illegal immigrants, the Ruizs. Once we're away from that and moving on to physically trying to find David, as well as to discover who the mole is (in the NSA who's passing on secret information about him which facilitated his capture), I enjoyed it just fine.

I have no idea why Gould put this stuff in there, but I do know it was really bogged down the story and bored me to tears. David's whole captivity is a bit tedious to me. I kept wanting something to happen and nothing really did unless it was an incremental change in his method of confinement, which was tedious, quite frankly. I mean it was intriguing how they found new ways to keep him trapped, yet slowly manipulate him into a position where he was both their captive, but free enough of his manacles that he could go out and do their bidding away from his "jail", but let's get there already! There had to have been better ways to get us from A-nnoying to B-etter! This novel could probably have been fifty to a hundred pages shorter and still been just as good overall.

Towards the end it improved significantly, becoming the kind of novel I admire Gould for writing, so based on this overall view, and ignoring the bits i mentioned above, I rate this novel a worthy read!


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

The Thirteen Hallows by Michael Scott & Colette Freedman





Title: The Thirteen Hallows
Author: Michael Scott
Author: Colette Freedman
Publisher: Macmillan
Rating: WARTY!

This was read by Kate Reading. I begun it thinking how perfect a name is that for the reader of an audio book?! Unfortunately, her style grated after a while. It's got to be said that this is one of the very worst novels I've never read. I got to fifty chapters in - which is not as far as you'd think (the chapters are laughably short) - but it is over half-way through. I started listening to it and found myself skipping track after track on the audio disks because the writing was so unbelievably pedestrian and monotonous that was unbearable on my ears: it actually hurt my brain to listen to it. This novel reads like a self-published first novel, which is really disturbing because it was written by at least one author (Scott) who is a seasoned and talented writer. He's the author of The Alchemyst hexalogy which I really enjoyed.

I'm not at all familiar with Colette Freedman, but I was looking forward to starting this audio book when I drove to work in the morning, and the disappointment came thick and fast. It's funny that I was talking about show vs. tell (or inform vs. evoke as some would have it) in a couple of reviews lately. To me it's show or blow. Scott & Freedman blowed. They dump massive quantities of info in the first three disks, much of which really has diddly squat to do with the actual story. Yeah, I am suitably impressed that you created a back-story for every last one of your minor characters, but I sure as hell don't need to hear it breaking through the narrative and taking over large swathes of the novel like kudzu.

Just in passing, the thirteen hallows are derived from Celtic mythology, and also appear to have fed the Harry Potter series, at least in part. Clearly the 'hallows' portion of the title is nothing more than a shameful rip-off of J. K. Rowling, whose Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out four years before. The Thirteen Hallows is nothing but splatter-punk bait-and-switch under the false pretense of being a supernatural thriller. None of it makes any sense. The premise is that there are thirteen hallows of Britain (this is true, although they're better known as 'treasures') and there are two evil morons (they're clearly not geniuses otherwise they would pursue their treasure hunt much more intelligently than they do) who are seeking these thirteen treasures which, once united, will allow one of them to rule the world.

Evidently, these treasures are keys to unlock a portal which would allow demons to come through and eat people(!). What would be left to rule when everyone was eaten is unexplained. Why these keys were not destroyed thereby permanently sealing up the demons is unexplained. Why demons even want to eat people is unexplained. Why these thirteen keys are 'guarded' by thirteen really old people with no provision to pass on their dubious legacy to the next generation is unexplained. Why the hallows were entrusted to these people when they were kids who were so defenseless that they'd been evacuated from London during the World War Two bombings is unexplained. Why only two detectives are put in charge of a major murder investigation into what has to be the ostensible work of a dangerous, deranged, and very violent psychopath is unexplained. Why they can't apprehend the perps is completely understandable given how inexperienced and utterly inept they are. Why the gods (or any god) cannot step in and prevent this horror - yet again having to rely on weak and fallible humans to do their dirty work - is unexplained. But given that religion is the most asinine aspect of this fiction - or any fiction including the Bible - this latter item is not really a mystery at all. How this novel ever made it to publication is a mystery.

Even within its own framework, this novel makes zero sense. The two bad guys have several "skinheads" running around London doing their slaughtering, and every scene of slaughter is depicted in the most nauseating terms imaginable, describing, in tabloid detail, all of the horror, the gore, the blood, and the abominable smells. Yet when Sarah, the female protagonist of a matching pair guts one of the villains (completely out of the blue!) with a sword, another of the bad guys vomits from the horror of it. Honestly? This is a guy who is torturing people for a living, and has waded through spongy, sticky, blood-soaked carpet in pursuit of his work, and yet he vomits because a colleague is stabbed?

I know that Scott can write. I loved his Alchemyst series. So how are we to explain how unutterably bad this novel is? Do we blame it all on Freedman? That would seem to be the obvious knee-jerk reaction, but it may be that she's equally competent, so then we would have to blame poor chemistry or willful blindness. Are Scott and Freedman doing nothing more than writing about their own dark fantasies - are they seeing themselves as the blood-lusting bad guys here? I have no idea, which is to say that I have just as much idea about that as I do about how such a god-awfully bad novel ever got past any self-respecting editor. I did find that some chapters seemed to me to evidence having been be written by Freedman, whereas others seemed to have been written by Scott. This came to me solely from the tone, and I have no idea at all if I'm even remotely right, but it was an interesting sensation that I very likely would not even have experienced had I been reading a print book or ebook.

The writing is pedestrian to an extreme, every single line is a tell with nary a show in sight, as the authors parade one gory scene past us after another, and every last one of these scenes is described in almost exactly the same terms and in mind-numbingly unnecessary detail. The authors quite evidently have no idea how to invoke shock, horror, and revulsion without describing it in terms which a ten-year-old might employ to show how tough he is or to gross out his school chums.

I found myself skipping track after track on the first five disks (which is as much as I could stomach of this trash) because I had no interest whatsoever in the life history of Mrs Piddly-Ass Smythe, or whoever. I really didn't. Can we get into the story please?! So note form this that even seasoned authors quite evidently don't give a damn about show vs tell, rest assured. When we finally got to one of the main characters, and her name turned out to be Mary Sue Clueless. After she rescued an old woman from being mugged and took her to her home in the city of Bath (not exactly next door to London!), they found the home had been savagely and disgustingly vandalized. The next morning, Mary Sue got a threatening phone call at work, yet she failed to call the police! She goes to her own home after that, only to find her whole family slaughtered!

I have one more thing to say about the disks - the first one at least: there was this weird vibration sound on the end of disk one, and I initially thought there was something wrong with my car! It wasn't until I turned down the CD player volume to hear better, and the sound faded that I realized it was on the CD!

Another annoyance (for the audio book) was the lack of "chapter ...". I guess the printed novel has just numbers without the word "Chapter" in front, and Reading was simply reading as is without thinking of artificially adding the word "Chapter" to preface the number. Would it be too much to ask? It took some getting used to hearing what at first appeared to be a random number or appeared to be part of the narrative, only to learn after a second that we'd actually begun a new chapter! Yeah, it's a minor quibble, but it's an unnecessary annoyance.

In short, this novel is WARTY to the max.


Plants vs. Zombies: Lawnmageddon by Paul Tobin and Ron Chan





Title: Plants vs. Zombies: Lawnmageddon
Writer: Paul Tobin
Artist: Ron Chan
Publisher: Diamond Book Distributors
Rating: worthy
Other Credits:
Matthew Rainwater - colorist
Steve Dutro - letterist


DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this graphic novel nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review. Since this is a new novel, this review is less detailed so as not to rob the writer of their story.

This is a great story for a younger audience. It's really funny and commendably depicts a young boy and girl working as a team, co-opting the mutant plants the girl's somewhat loopy uncle has developed, to fight a massive plague of zombies. The pants are inventively created, as are their attacks, and the zombies are charmingly menacing. The girl is Patrice Blazing, who introduces herself (in Nate's tree house) as a professional tree house investigator. In turn, Nate Timely introduces his self as an aspiring cowboy astronaut. They hurry around their home town thinking up ways to beat the zombies, their brains constantly in peril of either exploding from all the hard thinking they're doing, or of being eaten by the zombies. Eventually they win the day, of course, through pluck, inventiveness, cooperation, ad wise-cracks, and in doing so, and pass on a lesson about the importance of promoting healthy plant growth and fighting pollution. By why do the trees get no mention? Hmm? They're plants too!

In conclusion I recommend this highly, both for its important sub-textual message regarding the environment, and for its good entertainment value.