Friday, November 1, 2013

All Our Yesterdays by Cristin Terrill





Title: All Our Yesterdays
Author: Cristin Terrill
Publisher: Hyperion
Rating: WARTY!

All Our Yesterdays is actually the name of an old British TV shows. I found this in the library and wished I hadn't! It's another one of those novels that, even though it's not technically badly written you wonder how it ever got past an editor, much less a publisher. It's a YA time-travel novel and I think this will be the last one of that combination I ever read since they seem to be almost universally garbage (Kerstin Gier being a notable exception, of course!).

Have you noticed how nearly all these writers have a dot com address for their personal web site, not a dot net? Interesting, isn't it, in this day and age? They may write ebooks, but unlike Elvis Presley (here at his most charming in G.I. Blues), they do have a wooden heart: still rooted in trees for books and traditional publishing business!

All our yesterdays is a mess, yes, and since I didn't even hope to finish it, I can't tell you what it's all about. The story begins with Em, in a harsh prison cell (harsher than you might expect, let's say!) next door to a guy called Finn with whom she's evidently in some sort of love (but with no explanation for this). She has been tortured, as has Finn, who was apparently tortured when Em wouldn't give up information. She's obsessed with the drain in the floor of her cell, and finally (and improbably) opens it using a plastic spoon, to find a piece of notepaper in a plastic bag, written in her own hand-writing and at different times. Of course, she can’t simply write, "Here's what you need to do to fix this…" and detail it, she has to be obscure even to herself, which struck me as downright stupid. The final words on the note were "You have to kill him", without specifying who or why (or if it does, that's not shared with we readers!). My feeling out of nowhere is that it’s Finn she must kill because he's the bad guy here. I would hope that's the case and we can thereby dispense with awful teen YA "no-mance", but I guess I'll never know because I could not finish this crap. Yawn.

Next thing we know, Em has traveled back in time and we're suddenly confronted with airhead Marina, who is frankly sickening, but who is also Em four years previously. It's pretty obvious when you get over the initial shock of reading a story in present tense first person PoV (which I thoroughly hate and avoid like the plague these days unless a particularly interesting-sounding story comes along - I guess I learned my lesson huh?!) and then having a flashback and it's still in present tense! There are some authors who could carry time travel and tenses. Terrill isn't one of them. The novel then swings violently back and forth, less like an Einstein-Rosen Bridge and much more like the Tacoma Narrows bridge right before it collapsed.

The story begins with Em, in a harsh prison cell (harsher than you might expect, let's say!) next door to a guy called Finn with whom she's evidently in some sort of love (but with no explanation for this). She has been tortured, as has Finn, who was apparently tortured when Em wouldn't give up information. She's obsessed with the drain in the floor of her cell, and finally (and improbably) opens it using a plastic spoon, to find a piece of notepaper in a plastic bag, written in her own hand-writing and at different times. Of course, she can’t simply write, "Here's what you need to do to fix this…" and detail it, she has to be obscure even to herself, which struck me as downright stupid. The final words on the note were "You have to kill him", without specifying who or why (or if it does, that's not shared with we readers!). My feeling out of nowhere is that it’s Finn she must kill because he's the bad guy here. I would hope that's the case and we can thereby dispense with awful teen YA "no-mance", but we'll have to wait and see.

The problem is that it goes nowhere, and doesn't look like it has any intention of going anywhere - not in the first 200 pages, anyway. And I skimmed most of that once I found out how bad it was. It's deranged. It doesn't change. It doesn't move. It doesn't improve and it sure doesn't groove. The first chapter was great, but then we went back four years in time and got stuck with a twelve-year-old who was utterly wretched in every regard, clueless, uninteresting, and irritating, and the story never recovered from that set-back for me, nor did it pretend it would. The worst part about it is that it's the start of a frickin' series! Can you believe that? WARTY!


Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Stardust by Neil Gaiman





Title: Stardust
Author: Neil Gaiman
Publisher: Audible
Rating: Worthy!

I have long been a huge fan of the movie and review it here, so this is going to be yet another novel review and movie comparison. It's long past the time to see how the novel matches up, especially since Gaiman is the one who reads it.

It turns out that the movie followed the novel quite closely, but my favor remains with the movie - just. The novel, set in the mid-nineteenth century, is just fine, but not quite as fine as the movie version, although the two are quite different beasts. The movie is written with a younger audience in mind - but not too young; the novel has some very mature content and a much more sly sense of humor and playfulness. The biggest initial difference between the two versions is that the novel has Tristran with both his parents at home, whereas in the movie he has only his father - to begin with. In the novel there is this section where Tristran is wandering in a forest with a hairy "guy". I found that rather boring. Perhaps that's why they omitted it completely from the movie (not because I found it boring, of course, but because it's objectively boring).

For me, I'd much rather he found the star and got on with it than lolly-gagged and gallivanted so much beforehand. I mean, how wonderful a concept is that: having a star show up personified and a guy fall in love with her? I wish I'd thought of it first. In the movie, that relationship was one of the most charming, with Clare Danes doing a far better job of being a star than she does of being a CIA agent in Homeland where I'm honestly beginning to really tire of her endless whiny attitude, her teary eyes, her perpetually quivering lips, and her patented readiness to break down every five minutes. I'm about ready to ditch that series! She needs to get some lessons on backbone from Annie Walker....

The story improves immensely when Tristran actually does find the star and starts hanging with her, although the details of that encounter and their subsequent interactions differ in a lot of small ways from the way they were later portrayed in the movie. He has a much warmer interaction with Lord Primus, too. I loved this sentence: "The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe who will grow to slay me." (p122) especially when he ends that chapter with "Then [the squirrel] ran away - to bury the acorn and to forget it."!

I have to say that I really warmed to Gaiman's reading of the novel and I'm glad that he read it and no one else. He has the perfect voice for the novel's tone (unsurprisingly since it's his!). I think had someone else read it, I wouldn't have warmed to it in quite the same way, and indeed, may have become annoyed with it. He has a really winning way of turning a phrase, and a charming cadence to his voice which indicates two things: first of all, he's really enjoying himself in his read, and secondly, this isn't the first thing he's ever read aloud - far from it, in fact! It would be interesting to know if he reads that way to himself (in his own head) when he's reading a novel.

His writing is very good, too - really, exceedingly good. I mentioned in my recent review of The Midnight Dress (which is actually a cool title for a novel!) that author Karen Foxlee doesn't know how to write about the darkest blue (she said the dress was so blue it was almost black). Well, funnily enough, in this very novel, Gaiman gets it right: he says a red dress is so dark it was almost black! Curious coincidence!

So all of the novel's main points were represented in the movie, which is quite something, but the novel has a different twist to many of them, and sometimes events happen in a different order, or in a completely contradictory way as compared with the later movie version. Each of them stands alone, and the novel was wonderful. I rate this as worthy read.


Bitter Kingdom by Rae Carson

Rating: WORTHY!

This is the conclusion to the Fire and Thorns trilogy. You can read my review of volume one in this trilogy, The Girl of Fire and Thorns here, and my review of volume two, The Crown of Embers here. The Graceling trilogy ends with Bitter Blue. this trilogy ends with Bitter Kingdom Hmm... What, me, suspicious? Nah!

The Bitter Kingdom is really The Lord of the Rings for a YA audience. We have a magician (Elisa) and a male elf (Storm) and a hobbit/dwarf (Red), and an expert with a bow (Mara), and a hunter (Belén), and a female elf (Waterfall) and a soldier (Hector) and they're off on a road trip traversing forest and mountains. This applies to the chase to rescue Hector to some extent, but it's particularly à propos of the trip after the visit to Invierno's capital, and especially when they subsequently enter the mines as a result of the heavy snow in the mountains. You can’t tell me that Carson wasn't consciously emulating Tolkien's tome when she wrote her novel, and I can’t believe either that no one else hasn’t thought of these parallels.

There is another parallel, too, in that we have two magicians (Elisa and Storm), and yet neither of them can offer anything to really help in this story. Elisa and Storm cannot hasten their journey to rescue Hector, nor rescue him without undertaking that journey. Neither of them can offer anything to hasten their pursuit of the Invierno animagi later, not even by vaporising the snow (and thereby avoiding the ice), or providing protection from it for their party. This impotence of the magi is a constant theme throughout this and all such magical novels, and also in fiction where a god is involved, such as in the Bible, wherein the god cannot effectively contribute a damned thing and has to demand that mere mortals do his bidding all the time to get anything done at all! For example, he can’t keep Noah and the animals safe - he has to force Noah to build an impossible ark and capture the animals/gather the food himself! He can’t simply vaporize the walls of Jericho, nor even knock them down without having Joshua parade around in a farcical ritual. He can’t save humanity from the very sins he himself dumped on it without raping a virgin and slaughtering her child in a blood sacrifice! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

The same was true in LotR, where Gandalf really didn’t do a heck of a lot. I mean, if he can summon giant eagles to fly Frodo and Sam away from the erupting volcano, why couldn't he summon them to transport Frodo and the ring to Mount Doom in the first place?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! It makes no sense, but having said that, I did enjoy this novel rather a lot. After some issues with the middle child of this trilogy, it was nice to find that the third in the series was one where I didn't find so many things to dislike! It was very easy reading And I blew through it without it feeling like it was any effort at all. That's the sign of a master story-teller! You do have to check your brain at the door a bit, and go with it for the sake of mindless entertainment, or you have to decide not to read it at all. I chose the former.

Despite it being a while since I read the two previous volumes (and I was late coming to this trilogy) it really didn't take me very long to get back into it and start really enjoying it. Carson offers no lead-in to volume three, so you have to recall what happened in the previous volumes, but she does provide a pointer here and there without them becoming a tedious rehash. The first part of the novel (actually, the entire novel, let's face it!) is a "road" trip as Elisa sets off with three companions across desert, forest, and mountain in hot pursuit of the group which abducted her fiancé, Hector. This novel (as were the previous two) is written in young Queen Elisa's first-person PoV, so I didn't appreciate Hector's first person PoV being added to the mix. I could have done without that, especially since I saw no point at all to it. It really struck a sour note for me because his attitude towards Elisa during his captivity was completely different from what he displayed to her after the party caught up with and freed him! Weird.

But once he was freed, it was then down to Elisa to decide whether to flee back to her own land while she has the chance, or to confront the Invierno people, and of course, being Elisa, she decides to do the latter, to see if it's possible for peace to reign over the two quite different peoples. Meanwhile she has been practicing strongly with her magical powers, trying to produce fire as the animagi do, and she succeeds without too much effort, as does, surprisingly, Storm, her Invierno companion. She also has her "maidservant" Mara traveling with her, along with her trusted "right-hand man", Belén. In addition to this is the malingering Hector, of course, recovering from his ill-treatment at the hands of his kidnappers, and a very young (and nameless) slave girl whom Elisa had bought from the former's ill-using owner. Finally they sit at the outskirts of the Invierno capital city, and Elisa needs to figure out how to go about making peace.

Carson needs to do some work on her biology and eco systems. Post-Invierno, down in the mines they run into scorpion-like creatures they call death-stalkers, one of which is huge. The problem with this is that there is nothing down there in the caves and mines to sustain them, so why on Earth would there be literally hundreds of them? What would they eat? What did the mother eat to grow to the size of a rhinoceros (or however big she was)? I can deal with scorpions (I actually found one in my bathtub one night - must have crawled up the drain!), but I can’t deal with the poor plotting which has these creatures showing up without any logic to any of it, and for no other reason than a cheap thrill, and to pointlessly kill off a character.

I was also a bit disappointed in the ending. It was fine enough as far as it went, but it didn’t go far enough, because there was too much left unexplained. If this were the first of a series, that would be fine, but it was the last of a series, and there were serious questions left unanswered. The first of these was all about the godstone: what was the deal with these things? Nothing about them was explained at all: not why they were given to some and not to others, not why each bearer of a "living godstone" had a dumb-ass quest (as did Lucera-Elisa in this volume), not why far more magic was available to the godstone-bearer than such a paltry quest needed. Indeed, none was needed for Elisa's quest (except to get her to the location where she needed to fulfill it. The other, and bigger question for me was tied to the origin of the non-Invierno people. Where did they come from? Why (and how) were they brought to the Invierno planet and by whom? What kind of power is it that comes up from the ground to power the godstone magic? None of this is answered.

Other than that (and that's a big that!) the ending sufficed. It wasn't brilliant. It did show that Elisa would be fine as she was - without the need for artificial aids in her life, but there were a lot of relatively minor loose ends left hanging, blowing in the wind, not least of which is what the heck the title was supposed to mean, exactly! Even at the end of the novel this wasn't clear! However, since I really enjoyed this novel overall, and the series as well, I have no problem rating this a worthy read and recommending this entire series. Bon Appétitle!


Monday, October 28, 2013

Paradigm by Helen Stringer





Title: Paradigm
Author: Helen Stringer
Publisher: Mediadrome 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.

Erratum:
p117 "...picked up his coat and started rummaged through the pockets." should be "...picked up his coat and started rummaging through the pockets."

Well this novel started out with two black marks Against it! The first is that it has a prologue (aka lazy and gratuitous info-dump), which I naturally skipped. Again, if it’s worth telling, it's worth putting right there in chapter one. The hell with prologues, epilogues etc, and especially the hell with a prologue which starts: "The sky was blue." Duhh! Really? The second problem was with the contents page. It has a list of 37 chapters, but there are no chapter titles and there are no page numbers indicating where the chapters start. So, since this novel looks like the final version, and there's no indication that it’s an uncorrected galley, my question is why do we even have a contents page which tells us nothing?!

I don't do covers or back-cover blurbs in my reviews since the author typically has little or nothing to do with those things, and this blog is about writing and authors, not about editors or publishers. But as long as I'm nit-picking, and since it's right there on the cover, I'm not impressed by yet another trope character with eyes of two different colors...! Finally Stringer, who uses the grammatically correct although increasingly archaic "whom", evidently doesn’t know the difference between superlative (best part) and comparative ("better part") on p30, but I'll let it go at that, because I can see where she could argue that her usage is correct in the context she intended it, and just like with "whom", correct grammar is itself becoming archaic for better or for worse. Or is it for best or for worst?!

But let’s focus on the story rather than the format quirks and nit-picks. This story seems to be heavily rooted in Supernatural by way of The Dukes of Hazzard, but given that I am not a fan of either show, that's not a recommendation. So now that we have our cute premise in place, it’s up to Stringer to show she can deliver a story which makes her choice of launching point worthwhile - and she actually does! Sam and Nathan (at least none of the main characters is called Josh, or Bo, or Cletus, or Daisy!) drive around in a 1968 GTO, rocking and jolting along what’s left of North American roads after some sort of apocalypse evidently some years from now. Given the state of the roads, why Stringer specifies a GTO (I assume it's a Pontiac GTO as opposed to a Mitsubishi or a Ferrari!) rather than a Hummer or a Jeep or some other off-road vehicle is an unexplained mystery (note that the Dukes of Hazzard used a Dodge Charger). Obviously it comes with the Sam & Nathan territory, but it's yet to be established if that is going to work!

Sam is evidently some sort of a telepath. He can hear the thoughts of others and can generate a directed EMP from his mind. Nathan is a con-artist that Sam curiously happened to take pity on, offering him a ride which evidently isn't over yet. The two of them are evidently (god only knows why) trying to make a career out of scavenging any old technology they can find (they seem to specialize in kitchen appliances) and selling it out of the trunk of the car. Unsurprisingly, they aren't faring too well in their occupation. And Stringer fails to explain, along with many other things she fails to explain, how the electrical grid system is continuing to work in this disastrous future, or if it isn't working, what they're using for power and how that's being fueled. They ran themselves, out of the last town that they visited when Sam noticed there were satellite dishes up all over the place. Quite what’s up with that isn’t exactly clear, but rest assured that Big Mother is watching. Given how bad the roads are and how thin traffic is, I'm also wondering how it is that convenient gas stations still dot the landscape.

Then there’s Alma the kick-ass biker girl, who runs into them (not literally) twice in the same day, and saves their asses when some hi-tech kidnappers, evidently intent upon procuring a Sam for themselves, try to sneak up on their camp one night. Other than being mysterious for the sake of being annoyingly mysterious, there's no word so far on why she would even want to help these guys, or why she mysteriously appears and then rides off so mysteriously, vowing they will never meet again after each time she encounters them. She's rather like the Harry Tuttle character in the Terry Gilliam movie Brazil!

I was given just enough in the first couple of chapters to keep me interested, but nothing more. I do like the way Stringer wastes no time in getting the story going (prologue aside!), so she does have that in her favor. The story moves at a good pace, with the dangers of living in this world shown competently without overdoing it. I found the business with the 'paradigm box' in Century City to be rather juvenile and unnecessarily mysterious, but then this is YA fiction, so I'm willing to let that go. I liked the way the character of Alma - younger than I thought she was, it turns out - grows and develops. She's definitely worth watching, but she's featured nowhere near enough in the story for my taste!

About a third the way in, I felt like I’d read enough of this to have some really useful thoughts on it. The first of these is that this seems to be written for the younger end of the YA scale, but it’s not unreadable. Some of it is simplistic, some of it not well-written in terms of providing a good narrative which keeps the reader sufficiently clued in. OTOH, too many clues might have made it all tell and no show - which means readers tend to be no-show as well!

One thing which seems to have been completely glossed-over is why Sam was tooling around the US, much less in an old GTO (which is evidently a hundred years old when this story takes place, so rumor has it). This made no sense to me, especially not if it was indeed a hundred years into our future, because the US has already passed "peak oil", and the rest of the world is going to be joining us very shortly. Even fifty years from now oil is going to be history: so where does Sam manage to get a regular supply of gasoline? Who produces it and delivers it to the out-of-the-way roadside gas stations which he frequents? If the electronics of the cities hurt him so much, and there are people out there who are trying to hunt him down, then why doesn't he find a quiet place miles from anywhere and just settle down and be self-sufficient and have zero profile? If John Conner could do it, Sam sure can!

I liked this a lot better when Sam finally got captured (after trying to make a run for it with the Paradigm box). He gets invited to dinner with the dreaded Carolyn Bast, who is creepily delightful as she plies her guests with toxic fish which, when seasoned correctly, renders those who eat it into a very compliant frame of mind; then she issues instructions to them and they do whatever she wants!

It's increasingly apparent that it's almost the norm for me, in many YA stories, to find that it’s not the lead character who impresses me most, but their best friend or side-kick. They are, all-too-often, the ones whom I find most appealing. In this case, the one who really shines is Alma. She impresses me more every time she shows up, but she shows up far too infrequently. If the story had been about her, I think it would have been more impressive. But as it is, it's acceptable and I am enjoying it reasonably well. I do like the way Stringer brings Sam and Alma together, although I still think she deserves someone better than him, and I'm failing to see what attracts her to him. He does make me feel a bit warmer towards him when he bids her goodbye - and she's sleeping and supposedly cannot hear him!

I have to confess that in the absence of information from the author, I become increasingly speculative about "Mutha" the 'big mother is watching' system which has eyes and ears everywhere and which can give people networking fixes for a few coins deposited into street vending machines! Since Sam is your typical, parent-less YA fiction teen, and his mother died before his father, and both parents worked for the corporation from whence sprang the 'paradigm box', and since Sam seems to have a really disturbing connection with Mutha, I have to wonder if Mutha is actually Sam's mother - that is: is the AI controlling Mutha a clone of his own mother's brain patterns or something? I guess I'll find out - but I'm not going to spoil the fun by telling you!

Stringer apparently doesn’t realize that Jell-O® is a registered trade-mark on p307, but she gets away with it by genericising it (is that even a word? It is now!) to "jello". On p360, Sam claims he has tapes that play in the car, but after a hundred years, no tape is going to play - the magnetization would simply fail or become so muddy that the tape was effectively unplayable. But enough niggling! The bottom line is: do I like this or do I not? I read most of it, but have to confess that I found myself skimming the last sixty pages or so, wanting it to be over, ready to move on to another novel. It dragged on too long and wasn't interesting enough to make all those extra characters that Stringer typed worth poring over.

I think, on balance, I am going to rate this just over the worthy side of warty. There were problems with it. It was too long for its content, and there was too much disjointed stuff going on - kinda like you’d expect from a first novel. Alma becomes way too much of a deus ex machina - showing up always when she was needed and seemingly in impossible ways, and there's no rationale for why she's attracted to Sam; but then is love rational?! Alma was just too convenient, and we never got to see her really strut her stuff, so in the end I was disappointed in her, especially given the huge potential she had. Alma, BTW, is the Spanish word for soul or spirit (inter alia) so it was a good name for her in many ways. Having said all that, inside this novel there was some really good stuff, and I think this author has places - interesting places - to go, so in deference to that, I rate this a worthy read to encourage her and authors like her, to stretch themselves and take us further in the future, and I rate it worthy because, when all's said and done, it’s not too bad of a yarn.


4 to 16 Characters by Kelly Hourihan





Title: 4 to 16 Characters
Author: Kelly Hourihan
Publisher: Lemon Sherbet Press
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.

This is not a novel but one huge info dump in the form of screen transcripts from chat-rooms and the contents of emails and an online diary (read: diarrhea). It is without question the most boring novel I have ever read. I avoid like the plague this kind of person online, so why oh why would I want to read something which is nothing more than this same air-headed flatulence masquerading as a novel? If you're going to get radical in your format, then you’d better have something worth saying in the content. This didn’t. It jumped from the title page straight to the info dump - a fact that I initially missed because it initially looked like nothing more than publishing information! I had to back-track several pages to get to the start and it just wasn't worth the effort; then came the pointless, disconnected jumble of crap.

This volume doesn't tell a story (unless it’s about how easily a life can be wasted), and it offers nothing else. I have no interest in a character as shallow and vacuous as the one portrayed here, much less in someone who can fill an entire Kindle screen with "OMG", and who cannot pen an exclamation point without it becoming a parade.

At one point the character gets all excited about a short story contest, but there is nothing about this character which says short or interesting, and as long as she's wasting all her time in shallow chat and mindless self-absorption, what on Earth would make me think she'd have the discipline to put together a short story worth reading? I kept skimming through this, screen after screen, looking for something worth reading, and I failed to find it. Even when I skipped to the last few pages, I saw that nothing had changed, nothing had grown, nothing had developed, and nothing interesting ever came up. At 25% in I gave up because I'd had zero interest to begin with.

If this novel had been only 4 to 16 characters, it might have been worth reading, but even then it probably would have been "OMG!OMG!OMG!OMG!" and that's it. As it was, it's warty.


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.