Sunday, March 22, 2015

One Hundred Eggs For Henrietta by Sally Huss


Title: One Hundred Eggs For Henrietta
Author: Sally Huss
Publisher: Huss Publishing (no website found)
Rating: WORTHY!

I was rather late with my valentine children's novel review this year, so I decided to whisk this one out more quickly to beat the Easter deadline....

Some might argue that this children's story has rather cannibalistic overtones to it, with it featuring a chicken collecting eggs for the Easter egg hunt. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire! It ignores the fact that those eggs are in fact potential baby chickens! However, if the eggs aren't fertilized, they're going nowhere, so let's pretend that's the case. I'm not so hard-boiled, so it certainly made my conscience feel better. Not to crow about it, but I also feel that we don't have to bear this yoke, since there was no rooster in sight.

Obviously this was a women's collective. Collective? Get it? Never mind...and Henrietta, who is clearly in the catbird seat here, is rushing around like, like, well, like a headless chicken, trying to gather enough eggs for the children's Easter egg hunt, and she has a problem. Suddenly her quota has been doubled, the egg-timer is running, and she's at a loss for how to get all her eggs into one basket! If I had an egg for every time that's happened to me, I'd have to shell out to buy more.

Henrietta is merciless, approaching every chicken until she can see the whites of their eggs, demanding ever more, and hoping none of her co-workers are feathering their own nest with the profits, but she's still not feeling sunny-side up. What's to be done? Fortunately her brain isn't fried, and she remembers that birds of a feather flock together. She scrambles to approach the swans and the ducks, who prove they aren't bird-brains and provide a good eggs ample.

This is all well and good, but if Henrietta doesn't want to end up with egg on her face, she has to get these eggs painted - all one hundred of them. Fortunately, rather than sit around rabbiting on about her problems, she takes action, and approaches the local lagomorph cooperative. They happily agree to paint the eggs for her. Furrah!

To keep things purring along, the help of the local felines is sought, to avoid a cat-astrophe. As I'm sure you've gathered, by egging-on everybody, Henrietta managed to get her ninety nine eggs...wait a minute, who provided the hundredth egg? Hum, that would be a spoiler, but the clue is in the minute! I loved this story. The bunnies were particularly bunn-a-licious and Henrietta, the best chicken in a century, is a sterling example of how to avoid fowling-out. It's good to know that the chickens are not afraid to cross that road when they come to it!


The Girl Who Played With Fire Adapted by Denise Mina


Title: The Girl Who Played With Fire
Author: Denise Mina
Publisher: DC Comics (Warner Bros)
Rating: WORTHY!

Art by Andrea Mutti, Antonio Fuso, and Leonardo Manco.
Colors by Giulia Brusco and Patricia Mulvihill, and Lee Loughridge.
Letters by Steve Wands.

I already reviewed this novel so what's up here? Well I originally read this in print book form. Later, I listened to it in audio book form, so now it's only right that I check out the graphic novel too, right?! That's why this review is shorter than I normally write. I'm not going into any details of the plot since I've been there and done that, and you can get those from my original review. This review is all about the graphic side of things.

The graphic novel again relates Steig Larsson's original story faithfully and while there's just as much violence in this volume, there's no sex at all worth the mention. I don't know why, but the art work here didn't grab me like it did in the first two volumes. I was nowhere near as fond of the rendering of Lisbeth here as I was in the previous outing, but the art was very workman-like and got a complex job done. It just didn't leave quite the same pleasant taste the previous material did. One notable exception (illustrated on my blog) was the full page rendition of Lisbeth's dragon tattoo, which I thought was really good.

The lettering felt better in this one than in the previous volumes, and it seemed a better reading experience to me for that. Maybe I was just more used to it this time after reading two previous volumes? On this topic, I was amused where we saw one frame of a report which was actually information about a software license, but imaged with the lettering backwards! Later we get a news report, but if you look at it. It consists of the same paragraph repeated over and over again.

We do get to meet a member of the Evil Fingers punk band which is mentioned in the book, and which is now a group of female friends who are close - as close, that is, as Lisbeth would ever let anyone get. Lisbeth was never in the band since she's tone deaf, but she was part of the post-band gatherings. It doesn't specify the name of the band member who is interviewed. We know it's not lead singer Cilla Norén, unless she's changed her hair completely and lost a lot of weight, yet that's the band member whom officer Faste interviewed in the novel.

So, to sum up, I didn't like this quite as much as I liked the first book (which was in two parts), but I still think it's a worthy contribution to the canon. I am looking forward to, and hoping for, the third volume to be completed.


Saturday, March 21, 2015

The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Part 2 Adapted by Denise Mina


Title: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Part 2
Author: Denise Mina
Publisher: DC Comics (Warner Bros)
Rating: WORTHY!

Art by Andrea Mutti and Leonardo Manco.
Colors by Giulia Brusco and Patricia Mulvihill.
Letters by Steve Wands and Lee Bermejo.

I already reviewed this novel so what's up here? Well I originally read this in print book form. Later, I listened to it in audio book form, so now it's only right that I check out the graphic novel too, right?! That's why this review is shorter than I normally write. I'm not going into any details of the plot since I've been there and done that, and you can get those from my original review. This review is all about the graphic side of things.

Again, as with volume one, I was impressed with this. Denise Mina's writing covered everything of import, but also kept the pace tight. Steve Wands's and Lee Bermejo's lettering was nothing spectacular, and a bit on the small side. Obviously you can't hide the image under large blocks of text, but for me, and especially in this era of e-comics, lettering is nearly always a too small. I was glad I read this in print form as opposed to on an e-pad. What impressed me were Giulia Brusco's and Patricia Mulvihill's colors and Andrea Mutti's and Leonardo Manco's art work which continued the same standard set in volume one. The covers were excellent in quality, but as I mentioned in the review of volume 1 thought that the cover for part 2 didn't capture Lisbeth Salander. The face was wrong, somehow. The interior artwork captured her magically.

The hilariously squeamish depictions of nudity continued. I found it curious that there were no-holds-barred when it came to violence, but that genitalia were deemed too horrific to show! One of the most important scenes - the rape of Lisbeth Salander, was glossed over a little too conveniently. We get the full gloory of the headless cat, with its bloody entrails all over, yet a central event of the brutal rape of a woman is deemed inappropriate?

Nothing overt was depicted except blood and strongly implied violence. A sheet strategically covered her butt crack afterwards. Seriously? If you're going to show the violence, then show it, don't blow it. If all you feel you can show is blood spatter, then don't show anything. This part made no sense because it robbed Lisbeth of the full horror of her torture. I didn't get the point of a graphic novel that's inconsistently graphic! Why the artist would baulk at that, and not at blood spray and cat entrails is weird to me.

That gripe aside, I really liked this overall, and I recommend it. I'm certainly going to buy it if I get a chance.


The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Part 1 Adapted by Denise Mina


Title: The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Part 1
Author: Denise Mina
Publisher: DC Comics (Warner Bros)
Rating: WORTHY!

Art by Andrea Mutti and Leonardo Manco.
Colors by Giulia Brusco and Patricia Mulvihill.
Letters by Steve Wands and Lee Bermejo.

I already reviewed this novel so what's up here? Well I originally read this in print book form. Later, I listened to it in audio book form, so now it's only right that I check out the graphic novel too, right?! That's why this review is shorter than I normally write. I'm not going into any details of the plot since I've been there and done that, and you can get those from my original review. This review is all about the graphic side of things.

So I was very impressed with this work. It's been somewhat updated from the original novel to include smart phones, for example, but otherwise is faithful to it. Denise Mina's adaptation was sparse but covered everything that was important, and kept the story moving at a clip. Steve Wands's and Lee Bermejo's lettering was pretty much boiler-plate comic book, so there was nothing there to praise. On the downside, lettering is nearly always a little too small for my taste, especially if you're trying to read it on a screen, such as an iPad. I'm glad I read this in actual print form. It would have been annoying on a pad. What impressed me were Giulia Brusco's and Patricia Mulvihill's colors and Andrea Mutti's and Leonardo Manco's art work. Both were excellent for my taste and really brought the story to life. The covers were excellent in quality, but I thought that the part 2 cover really didn't capture Lisbeth Salander. The face was wrong, somehow. The interior artwork captured her magically.

I was amused by the depictions of nudity (and almost every eligible female gets nude in this graphic novel, even young Harriet, whereas only one guy does). The amusement came from the apparent squeamishness of the artists to depict genitals and butt cracks! I've never understood this, especially when violence is depicted without a single thought to covering it up! Are we to understand from this that our society believes that looking at something sensuous and beautiful is verboten, whereas violence is cool?>/p>

To me breasts are far more out there, provocative and 3D, than ever female genitals are, so what's with the shyness? We got mammaries a-go-go, but whenever there was any danger of a vulva heaving into view, there was always something in the way: panties, or a judiciously draped sheet reminiscent of the wispy gauze which inexplicably floated around in classical paintings of nudes. The same applies to male genitalia.

So, overall, I highly recommend this - especially if you haven't read the original. It's a great introduction to the first novel of the trilogy, but the cost, I have to say is pretty steep. It's forty dollars for both of the volumes which make up the first novel, so you might want to get this from your library before you decide to buy, or look for it used. I would definitely like to buy these two.


Friday, March 20, 2015

Zoo Day by Tina Marie Kaht


Title: Zoo Day
Author: Tina Marie Kaht (no website found)
Publisher: Amazon
Rating: WORTHY!

Colorfully illustrated by Hatice Bayramoglu.

This is one of a series and based on this, which covers a zoo trip, and which is the only one I've read, it's a winning series. Who doesn't love a trip to the zoo? I know that some feel that zoos are not a good idea in that they entrap animals which otherwise would be free to live a "normal life" but given that nature is, as Alfred Lord Tennyson reminded us, red in tooth and claw, it's not so bad to have a sheltered existence, especially if you're one of a few remaining and endangered members of a dying species.

I loved zoos as a kid and have never lost that love for animals, nature, preservation, and good ecology. I am not sure how kids would learn these vital things so well if it were not for a chance to see real live animals in zoos.

This one is told in, shall I say, interesting rhymes and has a variety of kids of all hues going to the zoo. I was curious about rhyming night with eyes rather than sight' when the 'bat' page came around. Maybe this was done deliberately to get kids out of a lazy habit of expectation and stir things up a bit. If so, it worked on me!

One thing which bothers me about this kind of book is that pretty much every animal featured was a mammal, which is misleading when it comes to understanding how varied and diverse the natural world is. This book was no exception. It was nearly all mammals. There was only one reptile - a snake - and two birds. There were no fish or amphibians - which is the most endangered class of animals there is.

I know it's not the job of writers of children's books to educate, per se, but it could be. I'd like to have seen more diversity. That said, the book was interesting, it did show a variety of mammals, and it was engaging and colorful, so I am willing to rate this one positively as a decent start, whilst hoping for better in future.


Did You Know my Mom Is Awesome? By Shelley Admont


Title: Did You Know my Mom Is Awesome?
Author: Shelley Admont
Publisher: SA Children's Books
Rating: WARTY!

I typically review children's books positively because I apply somewhat different standards to them then I do to young-adult, or to mature books. Children's books are oriented rather differently and especially if I can find some educational value in them, I tend to look upon them favorably.

It pains me to have to review this one negatively, but what bothered me about it was that both children and adults alike were presented in what felt to me like a very 1950's retrospective, with the attendant and unappreciated stereotypical gender-roles. I tend to react negatively to that.

I can understand an author wanting to write a children's story praising the important role of parents and of their maintaining a really strong relationship with a child, and I was even willing to let this one get away with excluding pretty much all male content, but to do that, and then pigeon-hole both a female child and her mother in traditional roles isn't helping women in my opinion.

There's no problem with showing a woman performing traditional functions; to show them only performing those functions as though they have no other option is what's wrong. The one needs to be balanced with the non-traditional, otherwise what's a child to think but that this is the way things are and the way things ought to be? How are we ever going to remove glass ceilings if we're so focused on polishing them up to such a high sheen?

Another problem I had with this was with Liz's problems with math. It smelled far too strongly of Teen Talk Barbie which said, "Math class is tough!". Math can be hard, but not only is it important, girls are at least as good in math as boys and I thought it was wrong to present Liz as not only struggling with it, but as also being incapable of helping herself overcome her problems. I thought that this merited a far more positive spin than the one it got in this book, and prefacing the section with "Usually I love math, but today it's just terrible" didn't cut it for me.

It was good that the author put beauty last in Liz's list of her mom's qualities: "...smart and funny, nice and strong, kind and beautiful...' but why was it necessary to comment on her physical appearance at all? I know that children exaggerate and it's only natural to consider someone you love "beautiful" (in whatever way you conceive that), but this emphasis on beauty, no matter how far down the list it appeared, was still wrong for me.

A young child doesn't really possess a good concept of inner beauty, so trying to go that way would not work, and for me it's better not to even raise this. Unlike the other qualities listed, beauty isn't a requirement to be a good mom. The others all are important, or at least helpful, but beauty? No! It's better to leave it out, or at the very least, if you must include it, to ameliorate it by simply saying something like 'and beautiful to me'.

I know this was a mom and daughter book, but to leave dad out entirely (he gets one mention and made no appearance) felt like it was going a bit too far. It was almost possible to believe that this was a single-parent family - which would have been fine had it been one, but it wasn't. The presentation made it look like Liz's mom was a stay-at-home mom with nothing to do and no interests other than simply being a "housewife". I know there are people like that and that this may well be their choice, but most homes these days have both parents working (when they can find work). This story seemed like an outlier when it wasn't.

The norm is not to have the "man of the house" bringing home the bacon while his "little wife" exists like a fairy-tale maiden in captivity, with nothing on her mind but sewing, baking, and home-making, which is the impression given here. In that vein, the sewing o' the jeans, and the baking o' the cake were really the final straws for me! I have no objection to any of these activities being depicted as girl's activities - or as boy's activities - but to have all of these traditional chores represented without even a single non-traditional one in evidence was honestly too much to countenance!

It's for these reasons that I cannot recommend this book no matter how well-intentioned it may have been.


Thursday, March 19, 2015

All Clear by Connie Willis


Title: All Clear
Author: Connie Willis
Publisher: Brilliance Audio
Rating: WARTY!

Read shrilly by Katherine Kellgren.

This was awful! I can't believe how bad this was. I think it's very possibly the most irritating and boring novel I've ever not read - I listened to it. Or to as much of it as I could stand anyway. I got only 10% of the way through it before I threw it away. Not literally, I dutifully and promptly returned it to the library.

It’s book 2 in what’s at least a dilogy, something which I didn’t know, going in. Not that it really matters that much. Connie Willis herself warns at the beginning that you really ought to read book one before you start on this, but what’s the point, honestly, of issuing that warning when you’re sitting there driving down the highway (or even up the low-way) listening to it already? What I’m saying is that it’s a bit late at that point!

I got this from the library and there was nothing in the description on the library's website to warn me that I should read book one first – or even to say this was book two! Here’s the library’s blurb:

Nebula and Hugo Award-winning author Connie Willis returns with a stunning, enormously entertaining novel of time travel, war, and the deeds, great and small, of ordinary people who shape history.

“Connie Willis returns” tells me this isn’t her debut novel. It doesn’t tell me this is book two of a series! Shame on you librarians who evidently just lifted a blurb from somewhere and thought no more about it! (I love them really!) The reader was Katherine Kellgren, and her voice was appropriate to the era, but this merely meant that it was high pitched and shrill, which was really, and I mean really, off-putting. If you must read this, I recommend that you actually read it, and avoid the audio book version.

As for the story itself, I didn’t see the point. This is supposed to be sci-fi time-travel. To me there’s nothing more exciting, which makes me wonder why so many writers use that frame as nothing more than a bait-and-switch tactic to lure their readers into what is, in the end, merely an historical fiction, or worse, an historical romance. Seriously?

If all you’re going to do with your time-travel story is trap your main character in some historical setting, then I’m sorry but you’re really nothing more than a con-artist mis-representing your story! I will resent your tactics and read no more of your oeuvre. For me, there actually has to be some real sci-fi in a sci-fi story!

In this case, a team of time-travelers, who were evidently studying history (you’d have to have read book one to really understand what they were doing or why it even - supposedly - made sense), were somehow trapped in World War two London in 1940 during the blitz, of course, and were in complete disarray. For the first two disks they were obsessed with a store by the name of Padgett's and with whether three people or five people had died there. It went on and on - for two disks. God it was boring!

They're from the future, but were evidently and inexplicably completely bereft of any kind communication devices, and the entirety of the first two disks consisted of some time-traveler woman whining shrilly about her own personal circumstances amidst the destruction, death, and din of London. That was two disks too much ‘whining and dinning’ for me. I can’t recommend this.


The Story of Buddha by Hisashi Ōta


Title: The Story of Buddha
Author: Hisashi Ōta (no website found)
Publisher: Ichimannendo Publishing
Rating: WORTHY!

Translated (and I have no idea whatsoever how accurately!) by Juliet Winters Carpenter.

This book was pretty cool. It was interesting, informative, very cleanly and competently drawn in gray scale line drawings and delivered the facts as they’re known.

I’m an atheist, and while I don’t care what people choose to believe for themselves ( it’s their business after all), I am not a fan of organized religion, and I’m an implacable foe of religions trying to dictate to the rest of us how we should live our lives.

Even a religion as ostensibly benign and pacifistic as Buddhism hasn’t won me over, because for me, at its roots, it has no more to offer than does any other religion, so I’m a woodist! Religions are all uniformly making claims they cannot support and claiming knowledge they do not have. None of them is standing on any sort of realistically supported foundation. I don’t trust a one of them because they’re inherently flawed in that they offer power to those who are willing to believe (or fake a belief in) things for which there is neither rationale, nor scientific evidence.

Setting up any organization, and particularly one which can grow to be powerful, based on blind belief is a recipe for disaster and abuse, and we’ve seen how this works out. We’ve seen it repeatedly throughout history and not one of today’s religions has learned a thing from the glaring flaws of past incarnations or versions of these vacuous cults.

None of these faiths can claim any handle on real or useful knowledge of gods, or of any after-life, or any of the stuff they claim to have any insight into. They cannot offer any individual anything more than can simple rational thought. The story of Buddha, though, is interesting, and not of the usual kind. Usually prophets, avatars and messiahs come from lowly backgrounds and can rise from there to positions of power and fame. The Buddha traveled in the opposite direction, starting out as a prince, and descending to a lowly position.

This story is so old now that it’s impossible to know how much of it, if any, is true, but it is related faithfully and accessibly here for anyone interested. My favorable rating is not to be construed as acceptance of any of this story, but of how well it’s told and how interesting it is (for me!).

It seems to be accepted that Gautama Buddha, aka Siddhartha Gautama, aka Shakyamuni (‘shake yer money’ is a great name for most religious leaders isn’t it?!) actually lived. When he lived is debatable. It seems to have been either around 400BC, or around 560BC give or take a decade or two. He’s considered to be nearly contemporary with the founding of Jainism.

Just as with the founder of Christianity, there are no contemporary written records of his existence – we learn of him through records dating after his death, and it’s on these legends and stories that this modern retelling is based. While I recommend this as a great way to get a quick and easy introduction to his life, please understand that this is not the same a recommending Buddhism as a realistic approach to living one’s life – a recommendation which I don’t make.

My problems with Buddha’s view of life is that it’s so negative. He’s obsessed with aging and suffering, and with disease and dying, and in his obsession, he misses all that life has to offer. Buddha was a deadbeat dad; he abandoned his wife and child, which is an appalling thing to do, and almost as badly, he abandons his position. Normally I would not support royalty, which is largely an unjustifiable parasite on any society which tolerates them, but in this case, he seemed (from the stories) to be enlightened even before he became ‘enlightened’.

If he had stayed in his position and became king, then how much good could he have done for everyone? The very suffering and disease which ironically took over his own life could have been at the very least ameliorated if he had used his position of power to help people. He could have done this and also sought enlightenment, yet he chose – if this story is to be believed – to run from it in a most cowardly fashion, and make it all about him instead of about others. That is the biggest indictment against him and makes him decidedly unworthy of founding a religion, doesn’t it?

That said, I do recommend this if you’re interested in learning a bit about other religions. That’s definitely a body of knowledge of which the USA population could certainly avail itself to its betterment, and this does it without getting into any boring detail!


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

The Complete Raffles Volume One by EW Hornung

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Title: The Complete Raffles Volume One
Author: EW Hornung
Publisher: Leonaur
Rating: WARTY!

I have to say that the title of this amused me – I mean how is it in any way complete it if it’s only volume one? And yes, I do know what they mean, but it’s still amusing to me.

I ended up with this from the library having failed to get my hands any Sexton Blake – which I had decided I wanted to read after having heard it mentioned several times in a Phryne Fisher story. I found that I liked this, but only in small parts. A lot of it was uninspired and uninspiring. The thefts weren't really very thrilling, and nothing like as complex as the misdeeds in your average Sherlock Holmes story - from which era these stories also hale, so be warned it’s not everyone’s taste. If you’re into this kind of story (adult historical which was actually adult contemporary when it was written), then you might like this.

EW Hornung was rather a prolific writer, and Arthur J Raffles, described as a gentleman cracksman – that is a thief - was perhaps his best known creation. How gentlemanly a thief could ever actually be is a matter for debate, but I guess Raffles fills the bill for some definitions at least. We meet him, as we meet Sherlock Holmes (to whom raffles came second in popularity in his own time), through the agency of his chronicler – a public school friend of his, who goes by the highly unlikely name of Bunny – which was no doubt quite likely in those days. His real name is Harry Manders.

Note that in Britain, a public school is actually a private school such as Eton or Winchester, which is where Bunny “fagged” for him. Note that a fag in this context represents a sort of servant (or more accurately, a slave!) who would run errands and perform other chores for this superior, such as cleaning his shoes and even doing his homework for him. It has nothing to do with homosexuality, although in some cases it could have, I suppose!

Raffles has other things in common with Holmes. At one point, he and Bunny are caught red-handed whilst committing a theft aboard a ship. That story is included in this volume. Raffles dives overboard to escape apprehension, and is presumed lost at sea, but after Bunny finishes his prison sentence, he discovers that Raffles is alive and well, and the second, and somewhat modified phase of their joint career is launched. That takes place almost literally half-way through this volume. At the end of this volume, Raffles is killed in the Boer war in South Africa, so god only knows what's included in volume two! raffles ghost stories?!

The best stories for me were Nine Points of the Law, which was very much in the mold of a Sherlock Holmes story, although from the PoV of the thief of course, and the one which followed it, The Return Match. Both of these were rather different from the stories which came before, which all seemed to be centered on jewel thievery. In both of these stories, Raffles was acting to help someone, although what he was doing wasn’t really legal in each case! In the latter case, he wasn’t even getting paid for his actions, although he did feel he was repaying a debt, if not being blackmailed.

One very much appreciated aspect of the stories is that Raffles doesn’t always get the job done, but despite that and some other bits and pieces I liked, overall these stories were tame and boring. They included very little atmosphere setting,and very little descriptive prose in terms of setting the scene. Most of it was simple conversations, in which Raffles is usually unnecessarily and tediously mysterious, and in describing, but in nowhere near enough detail, his exploits, so it was rather unsatisfactory all around for me. I can't recommend it.

Roughly half the book takes us to where Raffles literally jumps ship. The second half takes up form where raffles disappears until he's killed in the Boer wars. What's in volume 2 I have no idea!

One thing which both amazed and horrified me was how profligate these two villains were with their money. They have stolen jewels that they sold on for literally hundreds if not thousands of pounds. They stole other things too, and they retrieved a painting which netted them two thousand pounds each, yet they're always on their uppers, looking for the next opportunity to steal money? Where did it all go?!

Two thousand pounds is a significant amount (for most of us!) in 2015. In 1915, one pound was worth roughly five dollars, so we're talking about ten thousand dollars, but that fails to address the buying power of money then as compared with now. According to Measuring Worth two thousand pounds in 1915 would be worth somewhere between 140,000 and a million today depending upon how it's calculated. Even if we take the lower of those two, it's still an inconceivable amount of money to wade through, especially back then - maybe five million dollars?!

According to US News, In 1915, you could buy a house for three thousand dollars (=six hundred pounds). A car cost almost as much as a house! A decently-paid (by 1915 standards) woman would earn sixty pounds a year. A loaf of bread cost 7 cents, a dozen eggs 34 cents, a gallon of milk about the same as the eggs, and a pound of steak 26 cents (using the US News values) . What the heck were these guys doing with all their money?! And why should we feel any kinship with people who are so appalling wasteful and who actually help no one, especially not the common people. These guys were no Robin Hoods, let's face it!


Delta Belles by Penelope J Stokes

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Title: The Delta Belles
Author: Penelope J Stokes (no website found)
Publisher: Books on Tape
Rating: WARTY!

Read tediously by Karen White.

This is yet another audio book where I failed to make it past the first disk. Part of the problem was the dead reading of the novel by Karen White. Another part was the totally uninteresting story. The novel is about a woman named Deborah who goes by "Delta" for reasons which were unexplained in the portion to which I listened. She accidentally gets into an all-girl folk group at college which enjoys some success. Later she marries a pastor who dies prematurely, and the novel is told from that perspective, with Delta looking back on the era - a memory which is triggered by her receipt of an invitation to a high school reunion.

She determines not to go, but we know she will, and everything will be all Mary Sue in the end, which was off-putting, but I wanted to listen to this because I thought it would be interesting once the band started up. The problem was that it never did - not in the bit I listened to, and I was completely turned off this by the endless monotonous prelude which never showed any sign of ending. There was pointless description of uninteresting events, asinine conversations, and equally boring detailed observations. I got to the point where, much as I would have liked to heard about this band, I couldn’t stand to listen to any more of this tedious info-dumping.

The uninteresting voice of the reader didn’t help at all, but even if I'd been reading this myself, I honestly couldn't have finished it. I don’t know how an author goes about deadening what could have been a really cool story about music, but this one did a real number on it. I cannot recommend this novel.


Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Pam of Babylon by Suzanne Jenkins


Title: Pam of Babylon
Author: Suzanne Jenkins
Publisher: Amazon
Rating: WARTY!

This is the start of a series, believe it or not, of which the second volume has already been released. Curiously, I’m actually starting with the first volume for a change, but I don’t plan of reading any more of this series. I;m not a series fan unless it's exceptional and this isn't.

Pam Smith is spoiled rotten, so I guess it’s hardly surprising that she’s the most placid mammal in existence. She thinks her husband is having an affair, but would rather not drop that stone into the mirror-surface of her little pond of joy. She’s rolling in money to the point where she doesn’t have to work. Indeed, she doesn’t choose to work, living a fifties house-wife existence in a luxurious beach-front house on Long Island.

Her Husband, the bread winner, is a complete slut. After he dies, apparently of a heart attack on the train traveling out to visit his wife for the weekend (she lives like a kept woman in her snazzy isolation while he travels into "the city" and do the work during the week), he apparently is robbed, yet the thieves inexplicably take everything but his phone. It’s this phone which leads to an unraveling of Pam’s life, because the last person Jack (yes, he’s another jack-ass) called on it was his mistress. Which mistress? The young one – not the kept woman who is his wife or any other of his mistresses.

I honestly cannot believe a hospital would be either so stupid or so insensitive to blindly assume that the last person a person calls has to be an immediate relative! Rather than leave it to the police or try to find contact info on the phone, what we get here is the hospital calling Sandra the Mistress, not Pam the wife, yet somehow Pam manages to show up at the hospital at the same time as Sandra and the two meet. Instead of fighting, Pam hugs Sandra and the two embark upon a friendship.

The children of Pam and Jack are evidently in college, and Pam is insensitive enough to deliver the news that dad is dead over the phone rather than get off her idle ass and go pick them up and deliver the news in person. The novel is so vague (on some things and inexplicably running into endless detail on others) that it didn’t say where the kids were, but unless they were across the country (which isn’t the impression I got), this seemed cold if not callous. From that point on I didn’t like her, and that wasn’t the only thing about her which was objectionable.

One thing which bothered me was what seemed to be Pam’s consistent 1950’s take on life. She was the stay-at-home domesticated mom who didn’t seem to have a life or any real interest in having one. She didn’t work, she didn’t seem like she was involved in any trusts, or foundations or charities, and she didn’t seem like she had ever been involved in any of the financial dealings pertinent to home-ownership and paying bills.

Her worst betrayal of feminism however, was when she sets off for the funeral and we read that her son Brent is driving the car. That was fine, but Pam’s observation about Brent was: “He was the man of the family now.” What? Pam is the adult, and she has a daughter, too, but Brent is the man of the house? Neither female need apply for any position of responsibility?

This was at odds with Pam’s protestation, earlier, that she wanted to be in charge of her destiny and that what she chose to do - and whom she chose to befriend - was none of anyone else’s business. It didn’t make any sense. It seemed like a complete reversal to me.

It wasn't he only thing which didn't make sense. Take this sentence: "She remembered her grandmother’s perfume, Cashmere Bouquet. The smell of it was so dry it brought tears to her eyes." The smell was so dry? I'm not even going to try to work that one out.

In short, this novel was tedious and not even remotely interesting. I couldn't finish it and I certainly cannot recommend the parts I did read.


Murder and Mendelssohn by Kerry Greenwood


Title: Murder and Mendelssohn
Author: Kerry Greenwood
Publisher: Bolinda Audio
Rating: WARTY!

Read impeccably by Stephanie Daniel.

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I first met Phryne Fisher on Netflix where two seasons can be found as of this writing, both of which I've seen. There will be a third series and perhaps more, since this is a real money-spinner for ABC (that's the Australian ABC, not the US ABC!) and deservedly so. I fell in love with Phryne from the first episode. Essie Davis is magical in the title rôle, and the whole show is smart, fast-paced, daring, socially conscious, and majorly fun. Note that the name is pronounced Fry-Knee - which is why the TV series came to be titled "The Miss Fisher Murder Mysteries" - no one wanted to have to teach everyone how to pronounce the name!

The problem is that when you're hit like that and become so on-board (with a movie or a show), it's a tough decision as to whether to go to the book, just as it is in moving the other way. Books and movies/shows are very different entities, and the trick when you wish to migrate one to the other is to capture the essence if not the letter. In this case, it worked, because now having read the first in the series of books which kicked-off the shows, I can come down very favorably for both outlets, although be warned, the two are quite different in many respects.

It pains me therefore to have to rate this, the latest volume negatively, but I have to! While I happily admit that there were parts of this novel which were the Phryne Fisher quality I’ve come to expect – blasts of sweet humor, highly amusing observations, delightful turns of phrase, amusing character foibles - the story was, unfortunately, also padded way beyond passing interest-level with endless rambling digressions into the activities of the choristers, which was – ultimately – irrelevant to the mystery, and quite frankly boring the pants off me (not literally, I’m happy to report, which would have been decidedly awkward at 65 mph down the highway). There were endless quotes of the lines they were singing, endless digressions into the politics of the group, endless descriptions of their activities, and it was, frankly, tedious and boring after the first one or two.

I don’t know if Kerry Greenwood was involved in, or has taken up, choral singing herself, but to paraphrase Sherlock Holmes (from A Study in Scarlet), and no matter how much you love your hobby, it is a capital mistake to theorize that everyone else will share your deep joy of your personal interests. It biases the judgment. This novel could have been lighter by many pages and the healthier for it had all this been omitted.

Another example of padding was the affair between Phryne and John and Rupert. Phryne’s purpose is, of course to achieve what she did indeed achieve in the end: the conjoining of the two men in a far more romantic and physical manner than they’d enjoyed hitherto. Admirable as that might have been, it had nothing whatsoever to do with the mystery and it annoyed me because I really didn’t like either character to begin with. If it had been dealt with peripherally and briefly, it would have been great, but it wasn’t. There was more than excessive meandering into this relationship which should have been in some other genre of novel the way it was written, and the supposed pinnacle of this story arc was more like a sinking pinnace.

From reading reviews others have written, the Wilson-Sheffield relationship was evidently Greenwood’s interpretation of the Watson-Holmes relationship, which is bullshit. This was not apparent in the audio book which lacked end notes and author commentary, but of which I have to say that the reader, Stephanie Daniel, was awesome, and way better than the material she had to read. Another thing some reviewers have commented on is the, in their evident view, impossibility of a homosexual guy having any sexual interest in a female. This is completely wrong-headed.

Greenwood wasn’t asserting the inverse of that clueless macho trope (as featured in Ian Fleming’s GoldFinger for example) that all a lesbian needs is a masculine guy to “cure” her. Greenwood was merely revealing a fact: that sexuality isn’t a binary thing. It’s not yes or no, on or off, plus or minus. It’s a sliding scale, and not only from female to male, but also within any individual. Just because a guy is preferentially homosexual (and I use preferentially not to indicate a choice, but an orientation) doesn’t preclude that in certain circumstances he might be attracted to a female. To say otherwise is to deny the existence of bisexuals – many if not most of whom doubtlessly have a preferential leaning towards one gender or the other, but this doesn’t preclude them from finding their ‘less-favored’ gender appealing!

What made this novel worse for me is that all of the three main characters in this story: Phryne, John, and Rupert, were complete Mary Sues (in the original sense). Admittedly, Rupert was endowed with a rudeness which gave him a token flaw, but it was such a caricature that it failed for me (and failed to evoke Sherlock Holmes, to boot!). This undiverting diversion was only exacerbated by Phryne and John’s endless perfection and rectitude, and by their endlessly unimpeachable character referencing, and so on. For goodness sakes! I could have done without that. I love Phryne, but the more I’m told how comprehensively wonderful, heroically selfless, unutterably perfect, and endlessly skilled she is, the less attraction I feel to her.

So in the end, I couldn’t finish this story. I got to within two or three disks of the end of the audio book and gave up on it. I honestly couldn’t stand to hear one more choral line quoted! I cannot recommend this, and I think I may have to take a break from the written Phryne for a while and succor myself on the small-screen version again to get over this particular novel.


Monday, March 16, 2015

Reader by Erec Stebbins


Title: Reader
Author: Erec Stebbins
Publisher: Twice Pi Press (no website found)
Rating: WARTY!

This novel began with a series of appallingly depressing chapters filled with gratuitous violence. I was ready to quit it because of the unrelenting cruelty when things turned around and the main character's life began to take an up-tick. So begins book one of the Daughter of Time Trilogy. I'm not a fan of series unless they're extraordinarily well done, which is rare. My problem with this one is that a few short weeks after I read it, I'd completely forgotten it. I had to read this same review that you're reading to even recall what happened in it. That's only one reason why I rated this negatively: it made absolutely no impression on me!

This novel is written in first person PoV, which is a serious mistake for most books, including this one. Once in a while a writer makes it work, but nine times out of ten, it's so unrealistic as to be pathetic. It's irritating to read a novel where the writer is constantly pulling on your shirt or tapping you on your shoulder and telling you: "Hey, it's all about ME! Listen to ME! You'd better listen to ME because who cares about anyone else?!" The premise here is that this teen-aged girl is supposed to be telling us of events she can't remember because they were so bad, and she was so brutalized that things overwhelmed her. This not only makes no sense, it's completely unrealistic.

That said, I found the underlying story interesting enough to put up with the 'me me me' all the time for a while, but I quickly came to regret it. Ambra Dawn has a brain tumor; her parents are going nuts trying to get expert advice on what to do, and they're spending a fortune. One day some shady, unidentified, and purportedly "government" operatives show-up claiming that they can fix her for free, although why they say anything is a mystery because they end up kidnapping Amber, and slaughtering parents. This apparently has no effect on Ambra, at least as judged by the fact that she never mourns them in any way at all.

As if this wasn't bad enough, she's placed in (not even placed in, more like slammed into) a facility which makes Oliver Twist's circumstances look idyllic. Her tumor isn't treated, it's encouraged, because it gives her psychic skills that these men, for reasons initially unexplained, wish to encourage. She and other children are beaten and punished in a thoroughly misguided attempt to train them to be proficient in certain skills. When this is done, Ambra finds herself dragged aboard an alien space craft. All this abduction and treatment is evidently to placate our alien overlords and provide children who can fly their spaceships!

How the aliens ever arrived at Earth if they needed humans in the first place to even get here goes completely unexplained. The aliens are the standard, trope, clichéd, unimaginative, tedious sci-fi aliens which are inevitably rooted deeply in non-mammalian Earth life forms, but inexplicably made intelligent and advanced - yet so un-advanced that they need humans. In short, we get squids and insects.

The squids brutalize the humans even more, and inexplicably, the humans don't all break down. Despite the fact that humans are evidently invaluable to the aliens and very much in demand, after foolishly risking killing off the children or driving them insane with this inhuman treatment, the aliens auction off their trainees, even allowing smugglers to buy them! None of this makes any sense. Despite how critical humans are to space navigation, non of the aliens have any respect for the health and welfare of their vital 'components'. They're treated exactly like Jews, male homosexuals, and Romany peoples were treated by the Nazis.

This was the point where I was ready to quit reading this nonsense, but then a new alien race appeared - not squid, not insects. These were good guys so naturally they were much more like humans, but with inexplicable differences. Erec Stebbins needs to read a good textbook on evolution. Ambra and all the other kids are rescued and restored to health. I decided, tentatively, to continue reading in the hope that this novel might salvage itself. It failed.

I have to advise that I had some problems, not only with these space operas in general, but with this novel in the particular. In general, I've never seen any authenticity in the way space operas always seem to center on a battle between bad guys and good guys fighting for control of the galaxy. This juvenile PoV can make for a very dramatic story if done well, but it is, at its core, inherently ridiculous to pretend that anyone can control a galaxy. It takes so long to travel from one place to another, and the distances are unimaginably huge. Even if you add in faster than light travel using warps or worm holes, you still haven't addressed the problem of why one civilization would want to subjugate another over such massive distances.

These stories typically assume that planet Y has a resource, something valuable - even the people of the planet perhaps - which planet X needs to control and exploit. For what? If these people can make interstellar journeys, they certainly don't need slaves. They have the technology to build intelligent robots which are far easier to control, far more robust, have far more potential for specialization, are far hardier, and require far fewer resources than do biological beings!

What non-living resources could there be? One solar system is much like another in that there may be one or more habitable planets together with a host of uninhabitable ones which could, if the locally resident civilization wished, be mined for resources. Comparing one similar planet to another (obviously a planet like Jupiter isn't comparable to one like Mars, for example, in terms of resources and ease of extraction), it makes no sense to travel interstellar distances for resources which can be mined or processed right there in your own system.

Other stories try to suggest that Planet Y has a unique resource (like unobtanium, for example), but realistically, one part of the galaxy - indeed, the universe - is very much like another in terms of what it has to offer. There are no unknown elements in the sense that these sci-fi stories like to pretend. So this business of galactic empires, or space hegemonies, or star kingdoms is nonsensical when you think about it. As usual, it all comes down to the question of how many liberties you - as a reader - are willing to let the writer get away with before you put your foot down (or more accurately, put the book down). This depends on you as an individual reader, and some of you are more wiling to forgive - or at least overlook - nonsense than others are for the sake of getting a decent story.

This brings it down to the issue of what particular nonsense the writer of the book you're reading is trying to get away with. This author has the trope bad alien empire being fought against by "rebel factions". In this case it's Xix of one and half a Dram of the other, the Dram being the bad guys, the Xix being the good guys. The latter make no sense. They're presented as being a rather pacifist race, with very advanced technology, yet claiming that they don't have the resources to take on the Dram. This is the same people who rescue Ambra by attacking the Dram ship!

To me, this made no sense at all. They're either capable of aggression or they're not! First of all, their pacifist claim is effectively negated by the fact that they did attack the ship, and were successful in doing so. Secondly, even if they're the pacifists they claim to be, and given that they're as technologically advanced as they claim to be, how is it that they have been unable to develop means to undermine the Dram's power and negate their aggression without attacking them directly? It made no sense at all.

Underlying all of this, once again, is the issue of a writer not grasping evolution properly. Even Darwin, as primitive as his knowledge was, understood that in any environment populated by living things, there will be competition for resources, and only those best able to capitalize on available resources would pass on their genes to the next generation. Nature is, at its very roots (sometimes literally!) a battle ground. It's not possible for an organism to survive, much less thrive, if it isn't in effect a soldier. Aggression is almost paradoxically a necessary evil for any organism which rises to the top of the intelligence scale as humans have done. Understanding evolution, it's no surprise that humans are so ready to compete and even fight. The Xix could not have climbed as high as they did by being pacifists. Aggression is in their genes; it has to be!

Another slightly mysterious issue is how main character Ambra manages to see. We're told she's gone blind because of the tumor, but why and how this happened is rather glossed over. We can chalk it down to no one caring about her sight as long as her second sight is working; however, Ambra actually can see after a fashion. This is explained by her ability to mentally envision the past, but that itself isn't explained. We're told that if she 'looks' at the very recent past all around her, it enables her to see in almost real time, just as though she has actual vision, but given that she literally can't see, and has not been able to for some time, how is she able to envision anything from her own PoV? This isn't explained at all! Nor is it explained how she sees in such vivid detail.

The author makes a giant leap from her being able to recall her own past in rich detail (from a time when she had sight) to her being able to see her current surroundings in equal detail - surroundings which she's actually never seen, and has at best experienced only through sound, smell, and air currents on her skin. What I didn't get most of all was: if the author is going to grant her this, why bother making her go blind in the first place? Was it nothing more than yet another gratuitous attempt at doing violence to her? None of this made any sense to me, especially given that the Xix, with their hugely advanced technology, never even tried to restore her sight. It just wasn't discussed.

So no, just no! There were way-the-heck too many issues and problems with this story to continue reading it, not when there is better-written material out there just waiting to be explored. I cannot recommend this.


The Doorknob Society by MJ Fletcher


Title: The Doorknob Society
Author: MJ Fletcher
Publisher: Draft2Digital
Rating: WARTY!

This is another classic example of a book cover design fail. The title is right there: the DOORKNOB Society, yet what takes center stage? Yep - the keys! Sometimes you have to wonder. Other times you have to really wonder....

This is obviously a rip-off of Harry Potter, and I know a lot of novels are these days, but usually they’re not quite so baldly derivative. When I was a kid, there was this phrase people used to indicate snobbery or something a cut above the rest, or somehow better than usual. It was rather in the mode of “dressed up like a dog’s dinner” but this merely involved adding “with knobs on” to some statement – like a drawer isn’t really useful or complete until it has the knobs fitted (kitchen storage designers I’m looking at you). I couldn’t help but think about that as I read Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Knobs, er, The Doorknob Society.

Sure, the author had done a reversal – making Harry into a girl (as Rowling had evidently considered, at one point, but in her case she stayed with the original gender), but she still goes to a special ed. School, and there are still four houses and on and on. Boring. That wasn’t even the worst part of this for me. The worst part was the appallingly clichéd “love” interest, in the form of a studly, muscled guy with a chiseled jaw – that’s what he was described as (the chiseled, not the studly!). It’s pathetic. Can authors not think for themselves and come up with something different?

It was at that point, right after that specific description, that I quit reading this. The novel had not been that great to begin with (and sentences like “I’m a legacy my parents went there.” didn't help, but that was the final straw for me. If a novel can't make a reasonable effort at getting away from the herd, or at the very least, at some originality, then why should I offer a reasonable attempt at reading it? Life is too short.


Sunday, March 15, 2015

Fairest: Levanna's Story by Marissa Meyer


Title: Fairest: Levanna's Story
Author: Marissa Meyer
Publisher: MacMillan
Rating: WORTHY!

Erratum:
On page 89 Channery's drink is bright orange, yet on page 90 it’s poppy-colored? That doesn't mean orange to me.

This one felt to me like it was going to be one of those filler books written by authors of series, who’ve made extensive notes and didn’t want to waste them. Normally I will not read these, but I loved the first book, Cinder in this quadrilogy – which I guess is now a pentalogy. I found the next two, Scarlett, and Cress disappointing. I plan on reading the final one this fall, hoping it will be better. What I didn’t expect is how surprisingly good this was. It felt like I was back in volume one, reading a real and interesting story that made sense and had smart characters who did real things. It was not at all like the last two volumes were, and it was really quite unexpected. I am glad I took a chance on it.

The story takes off with Levana and her sister Channery “mourning” the death of their parents, although neither misses them. Levana is very spoiled, bratty and resentful. Channery, completely devoid of empathy or any sort of feeling, becomes queen, and Levana falls for the one of the palace guards. After his wife dies in childbirth, Levana uses mind-control on the guard to ‘force” him to love her, and then to force him to marry her.

The strange thing is that after three years or so, he doesn't exactly love her – but he has stayed with her. The problem is that no matter how much she gets, for Levana it's never enough, and her childhood was so rotten that she can never let down her guard, not even with her own husband. Levana has spent all her life learning to use her “glamor" to hide her true disfigured appearance from everyone, and even now she will not even trust her husband to see it.

When Channery unexpectedly dies, Levana is appointed regent until Channery’s own daughter, Selene, reaches age thirteen, when she will become queen, but Levana has other plans, and none of them involve giving-up the throne. Levana is pure evil, but the evil seems to be impulsive - so that after she's perpetrated it, she feels regret, but not enough regret to stop being evil!

This makes for a nice little story (only a couple of hundred pages), and it was a refreshing entertainment after the disappointments of the middle two children in the main quartet. I recommend it. It's taken a bit of the sour taste out of my mouth for the upcoming finale.


Dying to Get Published by Judy Fitzwater


Title: Dying to Get Published
Author: Judy Fitzwater
Publisher: Judy Fitzwater
Rating: WARTY!

This novel sounded really intriguing from the blurb - which means the blurb did its job, I guess! The problem was that what started out as a really grabbing premise - a writer concocted a plot for a murder mystery, and is now in prison accused of the very murder she plotted. Yes, it’s been done before, most notably in the movie, Basic Instinct, but it’s always a good idea if you can put a twist or two on it.

The problem with this, for me, was that the author's idea of a twist seemed to be adding a trope romance. That might even have worked except that the murder mystery was forgotten about as we abruptly flashed-back to her romance. Even that might have worked had the new guy in her life been the villain. This brings me to the second problem - the real villain here is the main character. She's pissed off with an agent who wasn't very nice to her (but then she wasn't nice in return, either), and for no good reason decides to start sending her threatening letters. She's plotting her death and it’s not at all clear whether she's really intending to do this, or if she's just playing with ideas for a novel, if playing a little too authentically.

The romance wouldn’t have been so bad had it something original to offer, but it was so clichéd as to be pathetic. The male is tall, so the female can be rendered into a little girl rather than a woman. He has hair falling into his eyes, he's muscular, he has 'startlingly blue eyes', because brown eyes look like…well, not chocolate (so this style of authorship evidently thinks). And he's going to fix her because she's broken, and you know that every girl needs a guy to both fix and validate her. In short, it went quickly down the toilet.

This is one of a series (of seven as of this review), but detective series are really nothing more than a rehash of the original story when you get right down to it, with a few tweaks to the template in order to try and make the next story sound original when it really isn't. I have no time for writers who milk money out of readers like that while eschewing any efforts towards inventiveness or creativity. Some writers can make a series work, and they are to be treasured, but when a series gets off to a boring and clichéd start like this one, I can neither subscribe to nor recommend it.

There was some nice humor here and there, particularly in the writing group that the "detective" attended, and the novel was relatively short, but that's the best I can say for it. One wonderfully and, I assume, unintentional piece of humor was that at one point the protagonist agrees, right at the end of chapter ten, to meet someone at eleven! I loved that, but to put this in relationship terms, this book was simply not there for me when I needed it.


Saturday, March 14, 2015

Daughter of the Sword by Steve Bein


Title: Daughter of the Sword
Author: Steve Bein
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Rating: WORTHY!

We have a new strong female character in town: Mariko Oshiro – and I love her! This is the start of a series, of which Year of the Demon is the sequel. I'm not a fan of series, but of this one, I could become one based on volume one. Series, too me, seem like a lazy and convenient way of milking money out of readers by offering nothing more than retreaded stories, bypassing any real creativity. Whether this series will end up that way remains to be seen.

Mariko is a Japanese detective – the only one in her elite police unit, and her life isn’t easy. Since only about 10% of the Japanese police force is female (officers and civilians) this is entirely credible. She doesn’t automatically command respect as a man would in her position, and her boss really doesn’t like her. Nor does he believe she belongs there, but there's a reason for this other than mere chauvinism. He will not cut her a break, but she gets a break in disguise when she’s moved against her will from the narcotics squad to take on the investigation of an attempted theft of a sword.

There are three known Inazuma swords extant in the world, and these are named: Tiger on the Mountain, Glorious Unsought Victory, and Beautiful Singer. One of these is owned by Professor Yasuo Yamada, an aging and almost blind scholar, and a master swordsman. Mariko isn’t thrilled by the investigation or by Yamada, but he grows on her as she learns more about him and the sword. It seems that an ex pupil of Yamada’s, known as Fuchida Shūzō, works for the 8-9-3, which is what ya-ku-za means (based on the worst hand you can get in a card game). This criminal organization works hand-in-hand with the police, the latter turning a blind eye to some of its business activities as long as the organization does not let, hard drugs like Cocaine into the country. Fuchida has other ideas and believes he can trade a deadly and valuable ancient Inazuma Samurai sword for a cocaine shipment, and launch himself into a criminal career of his own.

What Mariko doesn’t grasp to begin with - and only reluctantly comes to accept - is that there are three swords in play and each of them not only has a name, but magical qualities associated with it. She sings to him when he draws her and she wants to control him. She will not tolerate rivals. Fuchida is literally in love with her. He refers to his sword as a female and sleeps with it in his bed at night. When the drug dealers under his oversight become a bit too loose-tongued about Fuchida’s plans, the city of Tokyo starts seeing a body here and there which has evidently run through by a sword, and Mariko begins to realize there’s more going on here than a simple sword theft.

There are some technical problems with the writing. I saw "straitened" instead of "straightened" at one point, and a phrase like "Mariko’s re-read the same paragraph" which made no sense, but in general the writing was good. Also I had issues with the flashbacks. There are several of them and the first one really annoyed me. I wanted the story here and now, but the author insisted upon retreating multiple times into various points in Japanese history to tell stories of these swords.

These really brought the story to a grinding halt, and were not nearly as interesting to me as the story told in the present. It was annoying to get repeatedly torn out of a story I was really into and flung back into the past for tens of pages. After the first flashback, the others were not nearly so annoying, but rest assured you can skip them and not miss anything - with the exception of the last of the flashbacks, set in World War Two, which is important if you want to fully understand the main story's conclusion. That said, the flashbacks were intrusive and too long.

Another annoyance was the goze - a blind female "seer" - whose "predictions" were - just as with modern charlatan psychics - so useless as to be a parody. I don't mind psychics in stories where they fit (as she does here), in a fantasy story, but it's such a ridiculous cliché that they can never actually say anything clearly, that they're usually more annoying than they are beneficial from my PoV, and are practically worthless.

Those quibbles aside, I very much enjoyed the story overall, and really I liked the main character Mariko who seemed totally realistic to me. I loved the way the ending was written, so in the end, I fully recommend this novel.