Thursday, February 12, 2015

Eon by Alison Goodman


Title: Eon
Author: Alison Goodman
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Rating: WARTY!

Read acceptably by Nancy Wu

This was an oddball audio book - on its own discrete device. You can see from the images on my blog the recto (shown as the cover above) and the verso (below). I had problems with this device - of control and of volume, which was very low. This was on loan from the library - the borrower to supply battery and ear-buds - so perhaps I wasn't seeing it at its best!

Eon is twelve. Eona is sixteen. They're the same person! Her master is desperate, and the only way he can get someone into the dragon training with a hope of getting a position as one of the highly esteemed and powerful dragon-eye lords is to go with the flow, which in this case means maintaining Eona's deception that she's four years younger and of a different gender!

She and her rather cruel task master, whom she later idiotically mourns, hope for success but don't really believe it, especially not when the ascending rat dragon that year turns away from her. No one expects that the mirror dragon will put in an appearance given that it's not been seen in 500 years. And now it's adopting Eona despite her gender, despite her badly injured leg, and despite her inexperience.

This novel seems to have had more titles than Prince Charles. It originally started out as Two Pearls of Wisdom before becoming Eon: Rise of the Dragoneye or just plain Eon. This just goes to show that Big Publishing™ really knows how to screw up a good book. Or a bad one in this case. Having said that, even in their self-righteous ineptitude, they can sometimes blindly stumble onto a success.

I think Eon is actually a better title than Two Pearls of Wisdom ever could be, even though it’s way over-used in the sci-fi and fantasy worlds, and so it follows that Eona is the perfect sequel title, even as I have to observe that within an Asian context, simply removing an 'a' from a name to render it male really has no meaning. This business of mixing-up Asian and western culture sometimes works in this novel, but it often does not, and instead ends up rendering the story nonsensical.

I've seen some delusional reviews which pretend that the author is pushing some sort of transgender agenda(!). Clearly these reviewers are ignorant of how true to life this story is when it comes to certain cultures, such as the Hijra and Kathoey cultures in Asia. They seem to fail to grasp that gender is not a binary thing. It’s not one or zero, on or off, plus or minus, either / or. Gender is a sliding scale with female at the start and male at the end, and anyone can find themselves anywhere along that scale as a result of genetics, biochemistry, hormonal influences, and other processes.

It’s not just a matter of whether you have one X or two; it’s far more complex than that, especially in the animal world beyond that of our limited and largely ignorant human perspective. There are organisms in nature which can change gender based on environmental cues. It happens in plants, but also in animals. For example, amphibians such as the common reed frog, and fish such as believe it or not, clown-fish (Nemo finding?), as well as gobies, moray eels, Parrot-fish, and wrasses. The blue-banded goby, Lythrypnus dalli can change either way. Other animal groups also display these features, or are outright hermaphrodites - that is, intersexed, such as some gastropods and jellyfish.

If you're mistakenly coming at this from a designer or a creator PoV, then you need to understand this and realize that this creator of yours had no sexual preference whatsoever. "Ah," you say, "but the Bible says…" - nothing! The Bible was not written by any god. It was written by a host of primitive men who were scientifically ignorant, and who had been brainwashed under a strict patriarchal society all of their lives - a society where a woman could be bought for a few cows. They are as far as you can get from a reliable source, and you're truly foolish if you take their blind words as gospel.

This is not a children's book - it’s a young adult book and it's dishonest to try and portray it as some sort of pedophilic subterfuge, as some have done by hand-waving at characters such as the eunuchs and at mixed gender people such as Lady Dela. This is a wo-man who plays an important role. She befriends Eona, and in the same way that humans serve as conduits to transmit dragon energy into the human world, so Lady Dela, a 'contraire', serves as a conduit for Eon to understand that women are not as powerless as society tries to render them. The fact that it takes Eona forever to get this isn’t Dela's fault.

In passing, I do have to say that I didn’t get the 'contraire' thing. Yes, I know what it meant - Lady Dela was a man living life as a woman - 'his' natural calling as it happens - but why use the French word 'contraire' instead of the equivalent Japanese or Chinese word? This novel evidently prides itself upon melding Japanese and Chinese culture to establish its Asian ethos, so why a French word? That made no sense to me.

Moving on. I seem to have read a lot of stories lately where the Chinese zodiac came into play in one way or another! This is yet one more, because there are twelve dragons, plus an additional Mirror Dragon which adopts Eona - and for good reason. Indeed, the reason is so good that Eona simply cannot figure it out. She's not the smartest smartie in the box, unfortunately.

Nor is she at all proactive. She knows, at one point, that one of her friends is being poisoned, but she does nothing. She has the ear and good will of the emperor and the emperor's son, but instead of any of them taking charge and dealing with known threats, Eon and the son are cowering like they have no power and they're on the verge of extinction. I am not a fan of royal privilege or any privilege which comes through accident of birth alone, but in the context of this novel, the emperor's power is absolute, and for these idiots to act like they're powerless is pure bullshit and not remotely credible.

At one point, Eona plays down a known theft, under the stupid position that there's no evidence, when there is certainly enough to support an investigation at the very least. At a later point, she plays down the death of that dear friend who was poisoned, and there's almost no investigation into his murder, with everyone flapping their hands and almost saying "woe is me for there is no evidence". Yet she refuses to take a book of power that we know will be misused under the position that it will be investigated! It's either one or the other.

This novel is an example of what a writer does when they have an agenda (and not the one of which the fundies have accused it), but no good idea on how to get there. The whole point appears to be to show how Eona grows and becomes her own person, but there's no sensible or logical effort to get her there. She's very needy and whiny to begin with, which is hardly endearing, and it didn't improve in the part to which I listened. On top of this, she's unjust, which is exemplified embarrassingly when she inherits a home and servants.

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One of these servants was cruel and physically abusive to Eona, and it's clear that she has not changed, yet Eona fails to punish her and so very effectively lets her get away with this abusive behavior - indeed, by her inaction, condoning it. She gives freedom tokens to two slaves and makes a developmentally-challenged child her heir, which is ill-advised at best. I'm sure the author thinks this is a wonderful way to show how generous and just she is, but it doesn't work! At the same time as she's doing this, Eona keeps on all of her other slaves as slaves. That's hardly endearing. Not to me, anyway.

In the end, what defeated this novel for me was its ponderous length and tedious narrative. It's a first person PoV which isn't pleasant to listen to when the narrator (not Nancy Wu, the reader, but the character: Eona) is so self-centered, so clueless, and so whiny, but worse than that, the story just goes on and on with very little happening, and that very little is padded with acres of descriptive prose that's just not that interesting. I can't recommend this and I won't be reading the sequel.


The Academy: Introductions by CL Stone


Title: The Academy: Introductions
Author: CL Stone
Publisher: Arcato Publishing (no website found)
Rating: WARTY!

I recently took a decision to read no more YA novels with the word 'Academy' in the title and this book is the reason why - this and a score of other books with that word in the title which turned out to be truly, nay stupendously, bad. I except Vampire Academy from this list - I reviewed it favorably back in May of 2014 - but few if any others are worth my time!

This novel dived deeply into YA trope and cliché from the off, and it turned my stomach. The two main characters have ridiculous names to begin with: Kota (the guy!) and Sang (the girl). Sang runs away from home one dark and stormy night because her mother cares for her too much. I kind you not. Her mom keeps telling her stories of girls who were killed, or raped, or abducted because they were incautious, and so Sang impetuously and incautiously runs out late one evening to spend the night in a nearby empty house in the newly-built neighborhood they've moved to, just to prove she can do it.

She is knocked over be the neighbor's dog, and the neighbor - a nicely-muscled tall guy, of course - takes her not only into his house, but upstairs into his bedroom, has her put on his clothes because her own are wet, and then bathes her minuscule 'wounds'. Meanwhile, this supposedly tough, independent girl is having the wilts and the vapors just because his knee is close to her on the bed. I kid you not.

This novel is the very worst kind of YA trash and I ditched it at 9 percent in when this guy, who's pretty much man-handled her so far, puts his finger on her lips to shut her up. This is so trope-ridden as to be thoroughly disgusting and it's an insult to women everywhere. I recommend for anyone who's into binging and purging, because this garbage will make you throw up without question.


Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Apollo Academy by Kimberly P Chase


Title: The Apollo Academy
Author: Kimberly P Chase
Publisher: Escape Publishing
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Erratum:
Page 40 "...upmost importance..." should be "...utmost importance..."

I had a really good experience with Escape publishing ("A novel approach" lol! from Australia) with The Lost Souls Dating Agency, and although this one isn't by the same author, I had hoped that it would be written to the same much-appreciated standard. Unfortunately, it wasn't. If I'd known that the author's history was in writing the kind of novel which sports a shamefully objectified, naked-chested, body-shaved man on the front cover, I would never have picked this up in the first place.

I also have to admit a certain amount of reticence in voluntarily reading a novel with the word 'Academy' in the title! To me that's starting to feel like like nails on a chalk-board, so I was hoping this wasn't trope à la max. Unfortunately, it was. Given the main character's names are Aurora and Zane, we were already knee deep in trope - indeed, we literally have the A-Z of trope right there - and it didn't improve. The book runs to 246 pages but it starts on page ten (page one is the front cover!) and there's some advertising in back so it's not much more than 200 or so pages in practice.

This is one of those novels which has character names as chapter titles and bounces back and forth between them, but it's told in third person (many thanks to the author for that!), so I'm not sure what the deal was with the chapter titles. It does represent a huge give-away that this is going to be primarily a love story rather than the sci-fi action adventure which we were promised - and which was what I'd been hoping for. Somewhere in there is a chapter titled 'Sky' which was funny for a novel about flying. I'd assumed this was another female but it wasn't. I'd also hoped that this wasn't a love-triangle in the making. Having learned that Sky = guy, I became much more convinced that it was.

Aurora Titon is a pilot. She's also the heiress to some huge corporation. Not heir, heiress, so we're already stuffing her firmly into a gender-role pigeon-hole. She's been in training for the astronaut program for some time. We're told that she hopes to be the first female pilot ever to train as an astronaut in the exclusive Apollo Academy. Excuse me? The Academy has never had a female astronaut? I don't buy that. Is this the dark ages or the future? Aurora's best friend is Kaylana, also in the astronaut program and Aurora is of course, a spoiled-rotten rich kid, whereas Zane is the clichéd bad boy from the sticks, so this story was looking worse and worse the more paragraphs I waded through.

It deteriorated even further when Zane and Aurora first met on the dance floor of a club they both happened to be at. They inevitably bumped into each other, and Zane's only thought was how sexy she looked - not even how pretty (!), but how sexy! - so we have here yet another female author who's bringing objectification immediately into play and not even presenting it in a negative way, but in a way that makes it look hot and exciting, and appropriate! That's not acceptable.

In order to get into the academy, the trainees have to pass an initiation test! Yep, that's how juvenile this is. Their previous training evidently counts for nothing if they can't pass a one-time test designed solely to show that they can overcome fear. Fear of what? Well rumor has it the last group had to swim with sharks. I may be wrong, but I'm guessing you don't encounter many of those in space. This year's group has to sky-dive from 15,000 feet. Not much chance of that happening in space either. Space is where no one can hear you using a parachute.... Those who fail this lone, solitary test, no matter how good they are, are immediately cut from the trainee induction. I'm sorry, but at this point I'd given up on any hopes of getting a decent story and was reduced to itemizing how juvenile and dumb things were in this novel.

The biggest problem here though, was Aurora's almost kissing Zane and then speculating over what it would have been like. She has no idea who this guy is or where he's been, yet she's ready to mak on him at first sight - and not metaphorically, but practically?! She marvels at how "...he had truly seen the real her", yet we know his only thought was that she was sexy. Is that it? Is that the real her? Is that all she is? Nausea was creeping over me at this point and I'd read only 5% of the story!

This is supposed to be a "sexy new adult science fiction series', but unfortunately it appears to be written in such a way that makes it looks like it's aimed at middle-graders or young teens. The only concessions to sci-fi seem to be virtual reality eyeglasses (which we already have), a "techniwatch" (which we already have - and they're still just called 'a watch'), a "hoverbus" (which we already have if you think of it as a hover craft), and an astronaut training program which we've had for decades and which had the first woman in it in 1963! In other words, you could have set this story anywhere and anywhen, since it really has nothing whatsoever to do with sci-fi and everything to do with a really bad adolescent "love" story.

The author gushes that this the best book she ever wrote, which if true, is truly sad. I can't recommend it based upon what I could stand to read.


Seeker by Arwen Elys Dayton


Title: Seeker
Author: Arwen Elys Dayton
Publisher: Random House
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This is a fantasy tale, but with a few twists. It's the first in the inevitable series because YA writers are evidently congenitally allergic to writing something new when they can continue to milk the same story. Once in a rare while, a series works, but not when the first novel in the series fails.

This story features Quin, a fifteen year old girl, her cousin Shinobu, and their supposed friend John, all three of whom are in training to become a "Seeker". I have no idea what that is, because it isn't explained in the first third of this novel which was all I could manage to wade through. We join the trio on its final qualification night which is brutal and barbaric. I really didn’t get this. The people who trained them are the ones who are testing them - so why is there a need for a test? Well, because it’s dramatic and Hollywood, but it also makes no sense. These trainers know their trainees. They ought to know if they're ready or not. It makes no sense to make it all hang on one final test!

We learn in chapter two that John and Quin are an item, but it rings a false note. The only attraction which John seems to find in her is her beauty and her growing womanly curves. This was wrong and is yet another example of sorry-assed objectification - and of a fifteen year old girl as well! I know that we’re supposed to believe that she and John are friends - having trained together since before they entered their teens. I know that we’re supposed to believe that they're comrades in arms and have a deep friendship and trust going on, but this isn’t what's made clear. It isn’t what’s stressed. The same issue was applied to Quin's mom, who was not only very 'domesticated', but also has "a beautiful face." Apparently those were her only qualities. Seriously?

What the author comes back to time and time again is the sad cliché of Quin's skin-deep appearance, and nothing else. I'm forced to state outright here that the writer did a really lousy job. Here was a chance to make the couple into real partners, but she failed and this honestly dismays me. Even given what becomes of them it was still a squandered opportunity. Why is it that so many female writers do such a serious disservice to their female characters and choose to betray their gender by rendering women into objets d'art instead of people? Can we not for once get away from the idea that a woman is a thing to be owned and admired instead of simply another human being to be appreciated for her character or something other than her skin? Can we not abandon beauty and the physical and actually talk about what's most important: independence, friendship, loyalty, smarts, companionability, reliability, integrity, empathy, self-sufficiency?

How hard is that? As long as writers continue to, yes, abuse and brainwash women like this, then we will never see things change down the road and young impressionable women will be forced again and again to dwell upon the fact that they are, by the standards of this kind of writing, ugly and worthless if they're not a paragon of beauty and sexuality. Shame on writers who do this, and especially to those who perpetrate this on their own gender.

Another thing which bothered me is how mean and brutal the people are in this book. At one point, Quin deliberately throws a knife at another girl's head, from a concealed location and without any warning just to demonstrate to John (as though he doesn't already know) how fast the girl is at catching it and throwing it back at Quin's head. Actually given how barbaric and soulless the other girl was, I was sorry in the end that Quin missed! At another point, Briac, Quin's father, smashes a pantry door open into her head because she was eavesdropping on his conversation with a visitor. These are not nice people.

Quin & co are training with 'whip swords' which are fluid devices that can change shape, but this story is set in the future, perhaps an alternate future, and there are other weapons, which begs the question as to why the sword is used. Or why they wear cloaks which get in the way of the swords! I know that swords (and cloaks) are a trope part of fantasy stories, ridiculous as that is, and in a story set in the past, swords do make sense, but here in this world they do not. It doesn’t help that after over a hundred pages (out of some 340) I still had no clue whatsoever as to what was going on here, or why there were Seekers, or what they were supposed to be doing. My initial impression was that they were assassins, but other than vague allusions, there was nothing to confirm or deny it.

In the end I couldn't read any more of this. None of it hung together. None of it made sense. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t like any of the characters. The novel should have been a lot shorter. So where was my incentive to continue? Precisely! It was nowhere! I can't recommend this.


Tuesday, February 10, 2015

What Stands in a Storm by Kim Cross


Title: What Stands in a Storm
Author: Kim Cross
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Erratum:
Page 109 "...right bicep..." should be "...right biceps..."

Most of what I review is fiction, however rooted in reality it night be, but occasionally I review non-fiction where I think it’s important, and those reviews tend mostly towards books about the environment. This one falls into that category and it’s the first one of which I haven't felt merited a passing grade.

Wikipedia has a brief introduction to this storm, but author Kim Cross (not to be confused with author Kimberley Cross Teter) makes it personal and goes much deeper so you get a real feel for what it might have been like to be there as this storm was brewing. There is a problem with this approach, however, in that a certain amount of fiction, however unintended, necessarily creeps into a story written this way. In my opinion, this fictional element detracted from the humanization of the story.

For example, a lot of conversations are reported where those conversations were not recorded as they happened, and are clearly made-up. By made-up, I mean reconstructed, not made-up to distort or misrepresent. They're constructed to convey what people were saying and feeling, and even though they're based on personal recollections, no one can recall verbatim what was precisely said and exactly felt at times like those. It’s interesting and important to know how people felt looking back, of course, but it’s also rather misleading to present recollection as though it was 'happening live".

Where we don’t have actual texts or recordings, these recollections are necessarily based upon what people reported after the fact, but they nevertheless are to one extent or another a fictional representation of events and conversations which are in this case and in my opinion, biased towards the emotional. For me, I felt that the story was emotional enough without this "augmentation", and while a tedious recital of plain facts would have done an equal disservice, I'm by no means convinced that this was the smartest approach to reporting these particular stories.

I know that the author comes from a journalistic background and journalists are all-but-brainwashed into going after the human angle, but in this day and age, people are more mature in their view of stories (although nonetheless gullible, unfortunately) and don’t necessarily respond in the same way to a traditional journalistic approach. The author does tell us that the quotations were taken from recordings in some cases and eye-witnesses in others, but eye-witness testimony is the most unreliable of all evidence.

I don’t doubt that the author conveyed her interviews accurately, and I don’t doubt that people told it they way they remembered it without consciously changing anything, but memory is an extraordinarily malleable entity. I don't believe that these people accurately recalled precise reactions and verbatim conversations from times when they were highly (and understandably) emotional and to represent it here as though they did seems unfortunately misleading at best.

It's not that they were lying or attempting to mislead or obfuscate, but the fact is that no-one save an eidetic can accurately report word-for-word conversations, especially not from traumatic events like these. I felt that the reporting here ought to have striven for less "verbatim" and more general representation of how people behaved, what they thought, and how they felt and reacted. For me that would have made a more authentic story and it would have been better for it.

The story is split into three parts: the storm, the aftermath, and picking up the pieces. We follow not only the people it affected, but also the weather forecasters who were trying to predict what it would do, and when and where, and the rescuers who had to find the victims after the storm passed. There had already been an outbreak earlier that same month - indeed, April 2011 currently holds the record for most prolific tornado month with a total of 757 reported overall. In the outbreak of 25 -27 April, 348 people died, 316 of these on April 27th, which spawned four EF5 tornadoes. The writer tells us that "Only one EF5 is reported in the United States in a typical year. In 2011 there were six. Four of these struck on April 27th." It’s pretty scary stuff even when stated baldly like that.

This was an horrific event by any measure. Or series of events more accurately. The storm-front spewed-out tornado after tornado, some of those splitting themselves. At least one of those which didn’t split grew to be a mile wide. When people thought it had passed, it meant only that they were in the eye (and remember this is a tornado, not a hurricane!), and the winds would come again, this time in the opposite direction, finishing off damage which the first massive wall of wind had begun.

A power transmission tower was literally bent in half, a school bus was stripped to its chassis. Not only were homes removed, but the concrete slabs beneath them were lifted. Motor vehicles took to the air. Entire apartment complexes were raised. It was lifting asphalt off the roads. It was lifting bulldozers and dump trucks. It lifted an SUV into a water tower. Community after community was savaged. In addition to the irreplaceable lives lost, property damage totaled eleven billion dollars.

The story mentions many forecasters and storm-chasers, but the weather forecasters it focuses most strongly on are James Spann and Jason Simpson, and there's some back story on Spann, which I skipped since it wasn't interesting to me. It may be more interesting to people who watch these guys on TV (apparently they have quite a following). I was much more interested in exactly what happened that day, and that's pretty gripping. Frankly I’d have preferred it if that story had not been broken-up with flashbacks. I’d also have preferred it if we had learned much more about it. To me this was one of several lost opportunities in this book.

The book focused tightly on people and personal experiences, and I can see why a journalist would take that approach, but in doing so, a much bigger and ultimately more important picture was missed in my opinion. The bigger picture concerns climate change, and personal safety in the event of a natural disaster. There was also a bigger picture in other dimensions, too. In focusing on people, nature was missed. We learn nothing of animals - wildlife, domesticated animals, and pets - it’s like they didn’t exist in this book. We learn something of damage to trees, but only in passing, and nothing of how nature suffered and eventually recovered afterwards. I was sad that all of this was lost in a welter of personal stories, important as those are.

Even on that personal level we missed a golden teaching opportunity to wise-up readers on how to avoid the mistakes and about poor decisions which people can make during catastrophes like this one. I can see how this would conflict with telling a tale of loss and tragedy: no one wants to say "your child/sibling/parent/relative died because they made bad decisions." Of course not, but people even in their best light do not act rationally when understandably overwhelming disasters envelop them.

Ultimately it’s more important and practical to try to prevent deaths than it is to dwell on the past, tragic as it was, and painful and meaningful as those losses were. A chapter on what might have been done to prevent, to ameliorate, to avoid, wouldn't have been out of place in this book. The author does touch on these things in a rather half-hearted and widely-scattered manner, but a solid statement in a chapter of its own would have been more useful and practical. How did those who survived actually survive? Why didn't those who died actually survive? People always ask "Why me?" after events like this, but this book not only fails to offer answers, it doesn't even attempt them. I think that was a sad omission and a disservice to those who died and those who survived them.

I think the role of religion was overplayed here too. Yes, churches do contribute in important ways at times like these, but that's the church. No god did anything to save lives here, and while a small issue was made out of a stained glass window which withstood the storm, four churches were completely demolished in one community (as well as others elsewhere, no doubt), yet this was rather glossed over because that one window was what stands in a storm! I found that distasteful.

Climate change, aka 'global warming' doesn’t necessarily account for every super-storm which breaks out, but what we can count on is that climate change will without a doubt exacerbate such storms; winters will become more harsh, summers will become more baking, and hurricanes and tornadoes will become more prevalent and stronger. This is why this is important, because instead of being a rarity, the events of late April 2011 could become the norm. I felt that a valuable educational opportunity was squandered when this book didn’t even mention climate, climate change, or global warming - not even once.

Be forewarned that a lot of this story is going to be really hard to read. It doesn't matter that this isn’t a news item on TV, that's it’s 'past history' - it was only three years ago and there are people out there still living with this as fresh and raw on their minds and hearts as if it happened this morning. The description of the tornado assault in part one is very well done, but I wished that there was more of it and more explanation for what it did and how it did it so people can understand it better and be better prepared for the future.

It’s the rescue stories afterwards - specifically the rescues that were already too late before the rescue teams even set out - that grab you, though. It’s the babies in the rubble and the loved ones lost, where not even experience can prepare you for the next one you find. And the next one. If we don’t want ever more of this in the future we need to start fighting now: fighting against climate change and fighting for safer buildings and a better educated public. I just wish the author had come down stronger on that.

As it is, I can't recommend this book. I think it got off to a strong start, but it faded quickly and became lost, for me, in parts two and three. The winds may blow differently for you.


The Witch of Napoli by Michael Schmicker


Title: The Witch of Napoli
Author: Michael Schmicker (no website found)
Publisher: Palladino Books (no website found)
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!


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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

A true cynic might say that the first problem with this novel is that it sports a recommendation from Kirkus on the front cover! Since Kirkus almost universally reviews novels not only positively but gushingly so, a Kirkus review is, for all practical purposes, quite worthless even assuming you buy into reviews written by people with whom you have no track record. Just when did Kirkus become "the authority" and why? And how?! Fortunately for this writer, I don't buy into Kirkus reviews; I made up my own mind as to whether this 'absorbs me from the first page'.

Actually, according to the numbering system used in this book, the first page isn't chapter one - it's the front cover! So no, I was not absorbed by the front cover sporting a review which tells me I'll be absorbed from the front cover! Chapter one begins on page eight, and this novel runs to page 276, but these 270-some pages of novel come in eighty-five chapters!

The 'about the author' page towards the back reveals that this author has written another work, which I personally also consider to be fiction, about people who supposedly have ESP. I don't believe in any of that crap because there's absolutely no evidence to support any of it, but I do love a good story about it. My hope was that this present work would at least offer that, but given that it was based on the life of demonstrated fraud "psychic" Eusapia Paladino (note the name of the publisher on my blog!), those hopes were stillborn, I'm sorry to report.

This is another first person PoV novel unfortunately, because you know writers of fiction suffer from the very pervasive delusion that it's illegal - if not a crime against nature - to write something in the third person! Few writers can successfully carry 1PoV because it ends up all "Me!" all the time, and it tends to be at best unrealistic and irritating, if not outright nauseating.

It's unfortunate that you can't pick an ebook off the shelf and peruse the first chapter since the book blurb never reveals person. Had I known this was 1PoV I would have put it back on the shelf, so I was in the position of going into it hoping that this author was one of the few, the precious few, the band of authors, who can write this person and make it readable. On the positive side, the author didn't do too badly there, and he does have the sense to make his prologue chapter one, so there was hope!

This novel is set at the turn of the 20th century up though the first world war and the narrator, Tomaso Labella (Thomas the beautiful?!), is telling us of Alessandra, supposedly a 'physical medium' whom he first met in 1899. She can, we're told, levitate objects and move them around, although no one has ever explained intelligently to me what the heck any of that has to do with contacting the dead! It remains a complete mystery, yet this is what physical mediums would have us believe!

There are some anachronisms in this novel, too. The author mentions that purported psychic Daniel Dunglas Home was "entertaining royals" but since he died in 1886, it was hardly likely he was entertaining anyone in 1899! Also we're told that when Alessandra was thirteen, her father was shot for supporting Garibaldi, which would have been roughly in 1872. It's hardly likely that people were being shot for being a supporter of Giuseppe Garibaldi when around that time he was being elected to the Italian parliament and was leading Italian troops with the support of the government...!

That aside, the story tells of a woman in her forties, who mesmerizes the much younger Tomaso for reasons which are really unexplained (in the portion I read, there was no "erotic" despite book blurb claims!). The book borrows from The Godfather movie and claims he was (metaphorically) hit by a lightning bolt. Alessandra has been in the medium business for some time, managed by a sadistic Mafia-style husband from who she is ineffectually planning to escape. She gets her chance when a purported scientist is won over by her abilities, and sponsors a tour. That was as far as I got.

The writing wasn't technically bad - no huge grammatical or spelling errors, for example - but it was uninspired and uninspiring. By one quarter the way through I had no interest whatsoever in the story or in any of the people in it. There was nothing really gripping or engrossing going on and the characters were neither outstanding nor endearing. I had no interest in continuing to read a novel which offered so little when there are other novels begging for my attention which promise much more.


Monday, February 9, 2015

Emissary by Thomas Locke Baker


Title: Emissary
Author: Thomas Locke
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

This novel is supposedly written by Thomas Locke but it’s copyrighted to T. Davis Bunn. It begins with your usual fantasy trope of an orphan kid raised in ignorance of what he is, which I have to say has become far too tedious. In this case the kid is Hyam - 'a simple farmer's son' who has massive magical powers, but doesn’t come into them until he's 'of age' (for reasons unexplained) whereupon, despite having had no training whatsoever, is an immediate expert in wielding said powers. Note that I didn't read this entire novel, so perhaps things were explained later. I just couldn't hold the interest to sit around waiting in the hope that something would make sense eventually.

Hyam is a farm boy whose mom died, and when he goes to the mage school to tell his dad (his magician dad wouldn't know - and why would he care?!), he discovers his dad died four years earlier. He goes back to the farm and finds he can magically turn over the earth in arrow-straight rows for planting instead of having to dig. He doesn’t even have to say two words in Latin to get this to work!

How did this happen? How is it possible? How is the magic channeled? No explanation. When a band of knights on giant horses arrives at this secret location which only Hyam knows about, with no explanation for how they happened upon him, Hyam is able to use his 'earth powers' to bury them without a trace. How does he know what to do? Where does his power come from and how does he grasp how to manipulate it? No explanation. It’s just "magical"!

The next character to show up is Joelle, a female wizard who is undoubtedly going to join with Hyam (one way or another). She's wielding her own magic ready to fight someone and we’re told she no longer cares if she lives or dies, but here she is, nonetheless, training hard and perfecting her skills, which gives the lie to the line we just read. Joelle can travel out of her body, so she's hardly a prisoner in the traditional sense. From whence her resentment and her passionate desire to escape, then, is a mystery.

This novel employs trope and cliché to an astounding degree. There's a place which Joelle is forbidden to approach "on pain of death"! Oh my! The bad guy isn’t the Red Wizard, but the "Crimson Mage" because 'Red Wizard' ain't nowhere near as kewl as 'Crimson Mage', and don't you dare ever forget it on pain of death! I was surprised he wasn't named 'The Scarlet Sorcerer"! After a while, this novel started to seem far more of a parody then ever it was an actual fantasy tale.

I made it 20% into this before I gave up. This is not for me. If you're really addicted to this genre you might find this entertaining, but I need more: more inventive, more original, a more daring way of telling the same story. This was standard stuff with nothing to keep my interest alive when there are so many other novels awaiting which promise more.


City of Stairs by Robert Jackson Bennett


Title: City of Stairs
Author: Robert Jackson Bennett
Publisher: Crown Publishing
Rating: WARTY!

This story is a sequel to a non-existent story which probably would have been better than this one. In the past, we're told, there were gods, which were defeated, and the city which had been powerful, Bulikov, is now for all practical purposes, a ghetto. A professor is murdered there and an investigator, a woman named Shara (who would have been more aptly named Mary Sue), hailing from the conquering nation of Saypur, takes it upon herself to try and solve the murder. She's evidently so weak that she needs to have a boring caricature of a Viking, a lumbering giant named Sigrud, to take care of her. So immediately we have three cultures tossed into the mix like a bad recipe for a stew. None of this worked.

It's like the author tried to jam as many fantasy cultures into this as possible without a thought as to how - or even why - they might (or might not) fit together. None of the characters was introduced in a way which made them jump out and say "pay attention to me", so I had no vested interest in any of them. Indeed, despite the variety of cultures, there really was nothing to differentiate one character from another. There were frequent references to history which were really tedious because they were largely irrelevant to what was going on now - or at least if they had relevance, it certainly wasn't apparent to me in the part that I read.

I tried twice to get into this, but the story was so obscure, so slow, and so boring that I could not read past the first ten percent. Life is too short and there are far too many novels out there demanding attention, most of which will undoubtedly be better than this one, so where's my incentive to keep reading this? Exactly. I cannot recommend this novel.


Sunday, February 8, 2015

Keeping Secrets by Maggie Dana


Title: Keeping Secrets
Author: Maggie Dana
Publisher: Pageworks Press (website not found)
Rating: WORTHY!

I'm not a big fan of series, so this one looked like a potentially problematic novel to begin with since it’s book one of the 'Timber Ridge Riders' series which was once a series called 'Best Friends', but I am a fan of an engaging and well-written story, and the author took away my fear right from page one. Knock-out Punch! That's the way to do it!

If I could patent and sell what it is which draws me immediately to one story, or if I could invent a spray to remove what it is which leaves me cold about another, I’d probably be a quintillionaire by now. As it is, I'm only an Ian-aire! Whatever it is, this story has it, because I felt quite at home.

This just goes to show that you can get me to read anything you like if you can find a way to draw me in. I don't care what age range it’s aimed at, or what gender. I don't care what the story is about, just give me a reason to read it! Make me want to turn the next page and I'm yours, shamelessly yours! One thing I can say helped in this case is that this isn't a first person PoV novel. 1PoV is something which I normally detest, so mega-kudos (or is that Maggie-Kudos?!) to the author for that.

Maggie Dana seems to be making a career out of writing middle grade equestrian epics, and what young girl doesn't want to read a story about horses? I have no idea, but that's what this story revolves around even though it’s actually about people. Kate McGregor applies for a job as companion and helper to Holly Chapman. The latter is wheel-chair bound (or is she?!), and Kate's only just turned fourteen. She has no experience, but Liz (Holly's mom) is getting desperate, and Holly and Kate take to each other immediately. Liz's mom decides it would be good for her to have someone her own age around, and so Kate is hired, she and Holly become room-mates so Kate doesn't have to commute, and the adventure begins!

You know there's a fly in the ointment - in this case, a horse-fly(!). Or more accurately, several of them. The Chapmans are only guests in their home, which is owned by the association which hired Liz to train riders. It used to be about fun, but now it’s about winning a competition at all costs, and if Liz doesn’t deliver a victory, she's out of a job and she and Holly are out of their home.

As for Kate, she fakes a fear of horses not because she's hippophobic (scared of horses, not hippos!), but because she carries a huge weight of guilt. She believes she's responsible for the death of her own horse, Black Magic. Worse than this (if that's possible) she makes an enemy of Angela Dean, the daughter of the main pain in Liz's life. Angela is a spoiled trouble-maker and, I have to say, rather a caricature. One almost expects her to twiddle her waxed mustaches as she cackles.

So we know up front that Kate is going to overcome her phake phobia, and that the real reason for her refusal to get back on the horse is going to be resolved and she'll be vindicated. We suspect that Holly will regain the use of her legs since it’s psychological. We know that Angela will be bested, and Kate triumphant in some competition or other. There's no mystery here. The only mystery is how the author is going to extricate her main character from the roadblocks with which she's hemmed Kate in. The answer is: it’s nicely done!

There is, unfortunately, a boy blip on the horizon. When I first encountered this I felt a faint twinge of nausea. Is this going to be yet another novel for young women where the reader is made to feel like she's only of worth when she has a guy to validate her existence? I was hoping he'd turn out to be gay and they become fast friends, but given the milieu, it was highly doubtful the author would take us there; plus the gay best friend motif is rather a cliché now. OTOH, if you take the tack(!) that he's the only guy in a field of girls, then to make him straight would pay against cliché, so what you lose on the swing, you gain the horse-ridden carousel!

The writing, in general, was par for the course. Not brilliant but eminently readable, and the writer evidently knows her stuff when it comes to horse-riding, care, and competition (not that I'm any kind of an expert!). There were some instances of "Say, what?" however, such as towards the end of chapter eleven where in one paragraph we're told that Denise racked up thirty faults (on a "cross country") for, in part, being too slow and then immediately in the very next paragraph, we’re told that it’s "not a race"! Either speed counts or it doesn’t. It may not be a race per se, but it is a race against the clock, and it seemed really odd to talk about being faulted for slowness and then having an instant avowal that coming in fast won't garner you any points. Yes, technically, in a deductive scoring system you're not earning points, but if you're too slow, you are going to lose them, so speed is of the essence. That just seemed like poorly-worded writing to me.

Another issue was with Kate's mantra that it’s about horse-girl-ship (not horsemanship, surely?!) and fun. We hear an oft-asserted claim that competition isn't important, but then we seem to find that everything is focused on Kate winning competition and triumphing over Angela. There's way too much competition in society, particularly in the US, so while I did like this story and wouldn't mind reading another installment of Kate's adventures, I also hoped that further episodes wouldn't be all about competing and winning. I hoped there would be far more to this world and these characters than that.

It wasn't all smooth sailing (or riding). One really big annoyance is that this novel was very aptly named. Allow me to explain that! Angela Dean turned out to be Angela Demon and was depicted increasingly in such extreme measures that she really did become a caricature fit better for the Cartoon Network than for an intelligent novel. Maybe the intended audience likes this kind of thing (which would be rather sad), but that doesn't mean a writer can’t elevate her readership and bring them up to something better, more nuanced, and actually realistic. Life is very rarely this harsh a contrast between midnight black and angelic white.

That was bad enough of itself, but what was actually worse was keeping secrets - that is, of Kate's passive enabling of Angela's atrociously abusive behavior, by not telling on her. Bullying is not acceptable, and as long as we teach young people via stories like this that bullies should never be brought to book, should never be called out on their behavior, should never be reported, then we're no better than the bullies because we’re saying it’s OK, and we're happy to facilitate acting-out and deliberate sabotage. IT'S NOT OK! It's never OK, not even in a novel, unless you have some higher purpose in allowing a character to temporarily get away with it - and it had better be a much higher purpose!

Another issues was with the horses, which were supposedly loved but which were not treated very well. Horses don't naturally choose to make crazy jumps over high obstacles unless they're frightened or panicked, yet these purported horse-lovers were making them jump and race, and risking injury not only to the horses, but also to the riders. If you're willing to put that aside, then there's entertainment to be had here.


The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

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Title: The Metamorphosis
Author: Franz Kafka
Publisher: Crown Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!

Adapted and illustrated by Peter Kuper.

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Die Verwandlung by Czech writer Franz Kafka who was quite literally a Bohemian, having been born in Prague, which was then the capital of the Kingdom of Bohemia. He wrote in German, but this novel in English has come to be most commonly known as The Metamorphosis.

I have a theory that The Metamorphosis was a clear prophecy, predicting the arrival of the Liverpool band, The Beatles...! It was first published in 1915 and is the story of Gregor Samsa (who more recently had a rock band named after him). He's a traveling salesman who one day wakes up to find that he's morphed into what Kafka named a "tremendous animal unclean for sacrifice".

Modern translations render the description of the transformed Gregor as 'vermin', and typically interpret it as a giant roach or an absurdly large beetle which unfortunately, not haling from Liverpool, doesn't manage to make a name for itself in rock music. It's interesting that Kafka scholars tend to point out that he did not reference his Jewish inheritance in his writing, but here is a clear example of him doing so.

Waking up late for work one morning, Gregor (a name which is almost an anagram of George, one of the band-members of the Beatles....) has to contend with his melodramatic mom, his supportive sister, his obnoxious office manager, and his disgusted dad. None of this comes off too well since no one can understand his insect voice and none of them know of his predicament until he opens the door. The office manager flees in panic at this, and Gregor is injured when being forced back into his room by his dad. This isn't the last time his dad will injure him. From that point on he's despised and an outcast, and he's locked in his room, very similar to how The Beatles were treated in their early years.

It's interesting to note that John, the band member who was killed in 1980 long before his time, had mother issues, his "Aunt" Julia being like a sister and a mother to him, and he often wrote Kafka-esque sings and also a book.

After a nap, Gregor awakes to discover that someone has left him bread and milk, but he has no taste for it, indeed no appetite at all until his sister thoughtfully leaves food scraps for him, which he eats with relish (not that kind of relish, unfortunately). He takes to climbing around the room and his sister has some of the furniture removed to make room for his activities, but this leaves him sad, feeling like more and more of his life is being stolen from him. In another altercation, his dad throws apples at him (see, there's that Beatles connection again!) and one lodges in his back, seriously injuring him, just as the Beatles ill-fated corporation, Apple Corps injured them when it was so badly managed that it almost bankrupted the band.

Calm reigns briefly until the family takes in boarders to make up for the lost income from Gregor's lack of employment. One evening, Gregor's sister Grete plays violin to entertain the boarders, and Gregor is transformed by it - although unfortunately not in that way. Things are fine until the boarders become bored-ers and notice Gregor's presence. At this point even his sister rejects him and he dies, opening up a new life for his family. Clearly this is a reference to John, who alienated American fans when he made his remarks about Jesus, and shortly afterwards, the Beatles, as a band died, freeing up the individual artists within the band to go onto to greater things.

I recommend this graphic novel. It's beautifully done and tragically amusing. The artwork is suitably dark and monochromatic. And if you agree that it's a prediction of The Beatles, then I have some nice land in the Mersey in which you might be interested in investing...!


Saturday, February 7, 2015

Take the Dog Out! by Lynne Dempsey

Rating: WORTHY!

From an advance review copy for which I thank the publisher.

Illustrated by Mandy Newham-Cobb.

No, this is not an order by a mob boss to assassinate a puppy! It's actually quite a charmer. Amusingly illustrated and playfully put together, this story could even classify as educational because if there's one thing dogs love to do, it’s let out their inner wolf - that's why they make that sound when they bark: "Wolf! Wolf!" They love to get out and play, and this author's story shows the dire consequences of not taking care of your young dog properly and seeing that she gets adequate exercise.

She's first rejected by mom who, I'm sorry to say is stereotypically depicted in the kitchen while dad sits on his lazy butt reading the newspaper. This would be the one complaint I had about this particular book. It's never too early to start showing children that they need not be hide-bound by traditional and misguided gender roles.

Dad also seems to think that it's more important to read the newspaper than to exercise the family pet. The dog of course has other ideas, and she demonstrates them to each family member in turn with great gusto, including grandma and the two young children.

Was that a whirlwind in the bathroom? Nope, just a dog who needs to run off some high spirits and can’t find an outlet! The story ends up happily, I'm pleased to report, as the family realizes that nature just begs to be explored, and you can’t do that stuck in the house on a beautiful day.

You might want to read the back of the book first because that's where the secrets are hidden! Each picture (I'm told) sports a sneakily-hidden dog bone. I confess I could not find them all! My excuse is that I was bone-tired.... In addition to finding these, young readers are encouraged to count - specifically the number of barks the puppy lets out in her wild enthusiasm.

So, in short, a couple of issues with this, but overall, a wonderfully illustrated story that will teach kids a thing or two about pet ownership as well as provide a fun story that I'm sure young readers will employ to exercise you (or at least your patience!) with demands to read it again and again.

Dying to Forget by Trish Marie Dawson


Title: Dying to Forget
Author: Trish Marie Dawson
Publisher: Smashwords
Rating: WORTHY!

Errata:
p24 "A chance to pick a part the choice me made which ended us all here"? Seriously?!!
p35 "borage"? Should be "barrage" unless you're talking about a hairy plant found in southern Europe…!

I don't normally do book covers because this blog is about writing, not window-dressing, but I have to remark that this cover has nothing whatsoever to do with the story!

This is yet another in a seemingly unstoppable onslaught of first person PoV young adult female narrated novels. In the library or the book store you can stuff these back onto the shelf, but you can’t do that with ebooks! Fortunately not all of them are awful and I include this one in that select group. This novel had a prologue. I don’t do prologues. If the writer doesn’t think that the text is important enough to include in chapter one or later, then I don’t think it’s worth my time to read it! I didn’t miss it.

This one - book one in a series, note - starts out with high school friends Piper Willow, the narrator, and best friend Bree traveling to a roller rink. It’s their last day of high school, and there's a party ahead which Piper is not planning on attending. Something really bad has happened between her and Ryan Burke (who is evidently appropriately named) and she's not in a boy-friendly mood any more. So who should show up at the roller rink where Piper is sitting out and watching Bree and her boyfriend Preston, circle round and round? Whatever happened was so bad that Piper has become a cutter.

Piper has a bigger problem - she's a really bad driver, and when Bree calls her in tears (Preston's being a jerk) to pick her up from the very party which Piper didn’t wish to attend, Piper obliges, and promptly crashes the car on the way home. Apparently Bree is too dumb to wear a seatbelt and the last view of her which Piper gets is her best friend's head disappearing through the windshield. The tragedy doesn't end there. Piper can’t deal any more and takes a bottle of her father's Diazepam pills.

Next she's waking up in a "station" and filling out paperwork, and discovering that she has an afterlife choice: she can spend eternity alone with her misery, or she can volunteer to "go back" and help someone else who is in her position - but still alive as of yet. Piper chooses the latter. In some ways, this story feels a bit like a cross between the Albert Brooks movie Defending Your Life, and the Warren Beatty movie Heaven can Wait, which is a move I really adore.

I found it a bit disturbing that Piper's therapy sessions so quickly and easily - indeed, almost magically - wipe away all her issues with cutting, and The Burke, and with her being the instrument of her best friend's untimely and precipitous death (she now dismisses this as "carelessness"! No, it was (wo)manslaughter for goodness sakes!). I found that a bit hard to put up with, but I was at this point intrigued enough by the story to keep on reading.

The story goes downhill rather in chapter eight. Piper gets her first assignment, and suddenly it appears that she's had absolutely no training or practice whatsoever. I know the author's intent is to make it all new, nerve-rending, and interesting to us, but it just made me feel like Piper had simply been thrown to the wolves, or was painfully stupid which detracted sharply from the really gentle treatment she'd been enjoying to this point. She also has a rather rude awakening when she finally gets inside the body of her first 'client'!

Is anyone else slightly disturbed at the excessive use of last names as first names in this story? We have Piper, Preston, and Sloan. This became rather farcical after a very short time, like it was a parody I was reading. On the brighter side of things, I liked her first assignment and how she handled it. I did start to get annoyed with her when she was trying to tell her host who he could date!

There was a really bizarre occurrence three-quarters of the way through, which made little sense - and it especially made little sense in light of the reason for the occurrence, but I can’t go into detail without posting unacceptable spoilers. Despite the issues I described above, I ended-up liking this story, although the second trip Piper made was nowhere near as good as the first; however, the cliff-hanger ending is a killer, so be warned!


Friday, February 6, 2015

The Lost Souls Dating Agency by Suneeti Rekhari


Title: The Lost Souls Dating Agency
Author: Suneeti Rekhari
Publisher: Escape Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!

There is a tiny prologue which I skipped as I do all prologues. If the author doesn’t think it worth putting into chapter one or later, I don’t think it’s worth reading. This is also a first person PoV novel which I normally detest because it’s all "Me!" all the time which is irritating at best. Some authors can make it work, but for most authors, it’s best avoided like the plague. This author makes it work. The story is short - only a hundred-fifty pages or so - divided into forty chapters, yet! The text is pretty densely packed, but it's a fast read.

What drew me to this novel was that the author was not another in a long line of US authors who think the US is the only place worth writing about! She's not US at all, but is of Indian descent and is resident in Melbourne, Australia. The main character, Shalini Gupta, is of Indian descent and is resident in Melbourne, Australia.... The novel flits very briefly from India to Dubai, and then on to Melbourne where Shalini now lives, attending college, while her uncle (not really - he adopted her and told her he was her uncle) remains in Dubai; then he goes missing!

My attraction to the novel in this case didn’t fail me. I loved the simple, matter-of-fact way it was written, and the perhaps slightly tongue-in-cheek acceptance of the paranormal by Shalini and her two friends Neha and Megan. Not only has Shalini inherited some money from her uncle, she has also inherited a mysterious empty warehouse which actually isn't far from her apartment. The warehouse is old and run-down, but she feels compelled to clean it up. The only thing in there is a weird clock which is immovably attached to one of the walls. And the time is wrong.

As she's trying to figure out what to do with the place, a newspaper begins mysteriously appearing in he building each Saturday. Shalini quickly realizes that this is a supernatural newspaper, and she posts an ad in it advertising the warehouse as a dating agency for supernatural beings! Her first client soon shows up: Victor the cranky vampire. This part was hilarious. In fact the whole Victor thing is really amusing. Get this, for example (and keep in mind that Victor's a vampire):

'Bloody hell, Victor, you scared me! It’s daytime! How are you here?'
'I drove.'

I laughed out loud at that. Note the single quotes which Brit and Aussie novels tend to sport to demarcate speech. They look weird to me, and I grew up in Britain! Anyway, no more spoilers. Shalini takes on three cases, and gets deeper into the supernatural than ever she feels safe doing, but she meets some startling and interesting people along the way.

Be warned that this has a cliffhanger ending - it's obviously the start of a series, and I'm typically not a fan of series, but I'm not averse to reading more of this one!


Tulku by Peter Dickinson


Title: Tulku
Author: Peter Dickinson
Publisher: Open Road Media
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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Set amidst the so-called "Boxer Rebellion" in China, over a century ago (around the turn of the nineteenth century), this is a story of Theodore, Lung, and Mrs. Jones, which starts out really well, but fades into rambling incoherence in the second half. Theo is a young man whose father is killed by the Boxers. These insurgents are trying to throw out the Imperialist occupiers of China who were milking money from the nation, and telling the Chinese their religions were useless and they really ought to migrate to Christianity!

Many nations formed a coalition against this rebellion and really stuck it to the Chinese, sending in an eight-nation army of some fifty thousand troops, occupying Peking, arranging the whole-sale slaughter of those involved, and fining the Chinese government millions of taels of silver in reparations (which was an astronomical fine even by modern standards).

The coalition was remarkable to modern eyes, rather reminiscent of the one which formed against Iraq after its invasion of Kuwait in the nineties. In this case it consisted of: Austria-Hungary, the Empire of Japan, the French Third Republic, the German Empire, the Kingdom of Italy, the Russian Empire, the United Kingdom, and the United States. This story discusses none of that. Instead, it wanders away into the hills and honestly? It gets lost.

I'm not a fan of organized religion, so I had no skin in this pissing contest between the Chinese religions, the Tibetan, and the Christian. I think all of them are silly, and in this case especially this nonsensical business of thinking that the Tulku reincarnates and can be found as a child. In some ways the story is very reminiscent of the 1993 Bertolucci movie Little_Buddha which was eminently forgettable despite its rather stellar cast - but it was better than this story!

The day after his father is killed by the Boxers, and his mission village is destroyed, Theo runs into Mrs Jones, her right-hand man (and lover) who is named Lung, and some pack horses. Jones insists he accompany them to the next mission. In the end, they give up on that plan and head for Tibet, where Jones, who is on voluntary exile from England for ten years - financed by a wealthy family to keep her away from their son - hopes to find flowers which have never been described before by science. In the end, they give up on that and retire to a monastery.

This novel, as I indicated, started out strongly and drew me in, but as soon as the three travelers meet the monks, it dissolves with disturbing rapidity into a vague and rambling tale of ceremony, sitting around, more ceremony, more sitting around and a fizzle of an 'ending. It creates expectations which are never met and became truly tiresome. I can't recommend this.


Thursday, February 5, 2015

My Grandma's A Ninja by Todd Tarpley


Title: My Grandma's A Ninja
Author: Todd Tarpley
Publisher: North-South Books
Rating: WORTHY!

Illustrated charmingly by Danny Chatzikonstantinou.


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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Today happens to be crazy kids day on my blog and I have two, count 'em two, once again, two gloriously insane kids books which have, as their educational component, the fact that it's perfectly fine to be completely nutso once in a while. This second volume is admirably qualified because...well, because grandma's a ninja!

Swinging into town and impressing - and then distressing - her grandson's school mates, grandma leaves a big impression - on the busted school soccer ball (they have only the one...). Moreover, or more under, she demonstrates some kewl karate - and kudos to the author for not mixing Japanese martial arts with Chinese. Both Ninja and Karate are Japanese (or strictly speaking, Okinawan in the case of the latter).

But grandma isn't unreasonable. Once she realizes her free-wheeling lifestyle is cramping her grandson's style, she decides to retire from being a ninja. Perhaps her new career will be less adventurous? If you believe that, I have this beautiful 1940's style bridge at Tacoma Narrows to sell ya at a knock-down price.... Meanwhile, allow me to recommend this great kids book!


Big Billy And The Ice Cream Truck That Wouldn't Stop by Joe Consiglio


Title: Big Billy And The Ice Cream Truck That Wouldn't Stop
Author: Joe Consiglio
Publisher: Schiffer
Rating: WORTHY!

Illustrated beautifully by Joe Simko.


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 for this review. The chance to read a new book is often enough reward aplenty!

Today happens to be crazy kids day on my blog and I have two, count 'em two, once again, two gloriously insane kids books which have, as their educational component, the fact that it's perfectly fine to be completely nutso ponce in a while. This first volume is admirably qualified because it's completely off the rails - or more accurately, off the road!

The ice cream man in this neighborhood is a hood when it comes to his neighbors. He lies in wait in his irresistibly colorful and amply-stocked ice cream van (no doubt chortling - yes, chortling I say - to himself) idling until poor, sweet, innocent and unsuspecting kids get close - then he drives off like a maniac before any of the kids can approach the window to actually buy an ice cream. Yes, my friends, this is a truly evil ice cream man!

Is there no respite for these deprived children? Will no one take pity upon them? Up to the plate steps Big Billy. Now if you've ever heard the song Big Bad John by by Jimmy Dean, you'll know what kind of a lineage Big Billy has behind him, but despite his size, Billy, just like Big Bad John, is full of surprises. He doesn't get mad, he gets even, and he organizes the kids in revolt against the ruthless ice cream hegemony.

There can only be one way this ends - delightfully! Big Billy comes through with a surprise befitting his name, and all's svelte that ends swell - especially if there's ice cream! I loved this book and thoroughly recommend it. And did I mention: there's ice cream?

On the downside, I have to mention one small issue which is the slowness of the page turning in the iPad Air. I was using Bluefire Reader, and the iPad is new, but the page turns took up to eight seconds. That's painfully slow.


Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Kite Fighters by Linda Sue Park


Title: The Kite Fighters
Author: Linda Sue Park
publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
Rating: WORTHY!

Competently read by Norm Lee

Linda Sue Park is a Newbery medal winner, which would normally turn me right off reading anything by her, but I needed a novel with a title starting with 'K' for my December A to B review conceit, and this was ideal. In the end I used another novel to represent K, but I still wanted to review this one.

It's a really short book (only 3 CDs in the audio version to which I listened) written for middle-graders, and it's about two brothers, Lee Young-Sup, and Lee Kee-Sup who lived in old Korea, in an era of a boy king.

The brothers have the usual fraternal rivalry, and Young-Sup is a bit jealous. He's the kid brother (as perhaps his name was meant to imply), and Kee-Sup has just been capped - which unlike in soccer and cricket, means he's officially become a man - and his "baby brother" must now show him due respect as he would an elder or an authority figure. Suddenly gone are the days of their care-free childhood.

One thing they do both agree on is the beauty and majesty of kites (and I use that penultimate noun advisedly - read on!). Young-Sip manages to make a deal with the local kite shop owner and gets himself a reel of silk - a strong tie for his kite - to which he adds his own home-made flyer. All he wanted was to have a kite like his brother did, but neither of them realized they were being watched by the king himself. Soon they have a commission to create a kite for the young king, but neither the boys nor the king realize where this will lead or what will happen at the annual kite fighting contest.

Like I said, normally I avoid like the plague any novel which has (or in this case which has a writer who has) anything to do with medals, but this particular novel was entertaining reading. It was charming and innocent, but interesting and inventive.

Normally I would rail against this obsession with respect - which must be given to people regardless of whether they've earned it? In this case it's set in the past, and while it's still not right, it is accurate, so it's not a problem.

The same thing applies to this nonsense (to put it politely!) of royal privilege - that someone, purely through accident of birth, is poor, and someone else is privileged above all others or no better reason? Nonsense! It made me irritated that the king demanded, and as a result these boys were, and at their own expense, giving-up their resources and time, but again this is the way things were - and still are in all-too-many places, so I can't down-grade it for that!

Overall, I rated it highly. It was interesting, especially since I'm not from that culture. It was also well-written, and at one point I almost felt that if for no other reason, I should rate it a worthy read just for this one phrase used to describe someone who looked sad: "Your face is like a month of rain"! I loved it!