Monday, June 10, 2013

The Sea of Tranquility by Katja Millay






Title: The Sea of Tranquility
Author: Katja Millay
Publisher: Harcourt
Rating: WORTHY!

This is the kind of novel which ought to be banned, because it makes other writers feel like giving up in despair in the fear that we will not be able to write anything of this quality! It's a YA novel, but it's a YA at the grown-up end of the scale, and by that I mean not only that it contains language and sexual situations, but it also isn't afraid or shy of telling a mature and life-like story. The Sea of Tranquility is coming at you ready or not, and I almost wasn't ready!

The only real problem with a novel like this is that you either end up loathing the author for seemingly effortlessly putting together a magical tale which you wish you'd thought of first, or you end up adoring the author for putting together a magical tale even though it was seemingly effortless, and even though you wish you'd thought of first!

A couple of minor observations (note that this is a galley copy ebook I'm reading):
On p91 the conversation is a bit hard to follow - who is speaking?!! A bit more clarity would have been nice!
On P93 "you're lack of faith" should be "your lack of faith".
P367 conversation "who's speaking now?! confusion again
P381 "stepped foot" sounds clunky to me

Millay's effort wins this year's award for most obscurely mysterious novel! It also wins the award for best kick-ass phraseology, including gems like: "puddles of dumbass", "panty-combusting", and (please forgive me for this one, but I did say these were gems) "fuckuppance". And Millay knows 'interrobang', so she gets props for that, too. Maybe I'll like her! Or more accurately, maybe I’ll like her story-telling.

Once again my vow to avoid first person narratives is thwarted. Yes, thwarted. Millay also wins that award, too, since she has no less than two first person perspectives, fully integrated. Although I found this a bit confusing initially, because I’d thought the name of the narrator was merely a chapter title, I did develop a working relationship with it pretty quickly. By fully-integrated I mean that the names are not confined to chapter titles - they randomly appear in the narrative within the same chapter which actually works better for me.

Millay likes to flirt evilly with tropes, including your standard two guys and one girl triangle, but (and maintaining the trigonometry metaphor) she has an interesting angle on everything she writes, so I'm not nauseated by it. Her main characters are Nastya Kashnikov (was she named like that because it sounds similar to Kalashnikov?! I suspect it's not her real name), Josh Bennet, and Drew (as in drew a blank because I can’t recall what his last name is...ah, here it is: it's Leighton). This story starts out with a major YA trope of Standard Disaffected Girl meets Standard Ineffectual Boy, but there are twists galore, so let's start with those. I blew through ninety-nine pages without any effort at all, which is a really good sign. Can I be so lucky as to finally be reading both a hardback and an ebook that I like, and in tandem, too?! We'll see!

Nastya is a mute, but don’t read that as dumb. She's smart and has a really amusing view of her fellow students, but she has some serious issues, the major one of which seems to be that she's dead! That's what she says - she died, and apparently was resurrected, and having started thinking that this was a paranormal novel, I've been teasingly and skilfully led away from that misperception by Millay, so I think that this death is metaphorical: I think it's the death of a dream. Nastya was a really good classical pianist, but a hand injury has killed that. She was evidently assaulted, perhaps raped and now lives in fear of assault, but she refuses to be trapped by her fear and fights it at every turn.

A related problem which she has is that she can’t stand too much noise around her, and she's rather anti-social to boot - more than likely because she can't stand bustle, and the reason for that appears to be that it's harder for her to tell when someone might be approaching her threateningly with so much distraction around her. She hates to be touched, as one guy learns to his amazement when she puts him on the floor just because he idly grabbed her arm. She loves to run, and she isn't afraid to run late at night, but she carries what amounts to a kosh, and she carries pepper spray, and she's taken self-defense classes, and she will not listen to music while jogging because it would prevent her from hearing someone approach. So yes, she refuses to be crippled by her experience, but she is hobbled by it. For exmaple, she will never play the piano again! I'm not joking, but how she can feel that that part of her life is over when this girl seems to be doing just fine is a bit of a puzzler.

Her plan on entering her new school was to repel everyone by projecting herself as some sort of bad-ass goth, which she does rather well. She lives with an aunt, although her parents are still in the picture. She's small and pale and often runs until she makes herself physically sick. One time, very late at night, she ran so far that she got lost, but she arrived at Josh's house where he was woodworking in the garage. Nastya seemed to recognize this house without ever having been there before (there's a story behind that!). Josh drove her home even though it actually wasn't very far away.

Josh is a loner. His back-story is that his Mom and sister died in a traffic accident on a day when he would normally have been traveling with his mom, but he had switched that particular day to be with his dad. At lunch, he sits on a bench seat outdoors, but no one seems to want to come anywhere near him which fascinates Nastya the first time she sees him because she wishes she had that same power of repulsion. Josh (did I tell you how much I detest that name in YA novels?!) is taciturn and feared because of anger issues resulting from that tragedy. One time when Nastya gets a heel stuck in a crack between the pavers in the outdoor lunch area, and Sarah & co (Sarah is Drew's sister) start to make fun of her, Josh silences them with one short sentence, and later he tells Nastya that he won’t do that for her again. This annoys her because she didn’t ask for help, but it also further intrigues her. Of course, she's seated next to him in carpentry shop, a skill at which Josh excels. So is he Yeshua, and she's Miriam of Magdala?! Think about it!

Drew is intriguing because, ostensibly, he's your ladies man, who can charm his way into and out of anything. He's apparently often borrowing money from his sister. Nastya takes a liking to him but is not attracted to him other than that he amuses her, so when he invites her to a party one weekend she inexplicably accepts; then she gets nauseously drunk, whereupon Drew, who is friends with Josh, deposits her in Josh's care rather than take her home. Drew didn't take advantage of her apparently, and he left her with Josh because he knew Josh wouldn't do so either. Interesting. Fortunately for Nastya, her aunt works night shift so she's just able to get home in time, and her aunt learns nothing of her nocturnal shenanigans.

So yes, a gazillion issues, an amazing set of characters, and answers that come out and tease you unexpectedly. You bet I'm going to keep reading this. This is the most interesting and complex triangle I think I've ever read about, and it keeps evolving. Hipparchus himself wouldn't have been able to tabulate what's going on here. The dynamic between Josh and Nastya changes on a daily basis, and it seems like it's as much on shifting sand as it is on solid rock. The one thing which doesn't change is the quality of the writing, and the fascination I have with these two main characters. I'm now over halfway through this novel and I don't see the quality slipping by as much as an emdash.

The real joy of this novel is to see real characters; characters who are damaged, but coping, who feel like life has kicked them while they're down, and yet still they get up and find a way to move forward, if not move on, and in this motion, blind and blundering as it often is, they're somehow steadily stumbling towards, not away from each other. They're hurting, scared, and skeptical, but they're drawn not by some asinine YA cluelessness about what a real relationship is, but by believable motives and credible needs. And for a YA novel, these characters are so refreshing that it's like a cool glass of sparkling water after too many warm, sugary, and artifically colored sodas.

And it isn't just the two main protagonists. The third member of the triangle, Drew, is just as intriguing and complex as the other two, and there is a host of others minor characters who are anything but minor in the way they're portrayed. The resolution is good, but the ending is a bit too drawn out for me, with Josh and Nastya wasting time with non-issues or with artificially manufactured issues, but I'm willing to let Millay get away with that because the rest of the story is so masterful. Chapter 52 one of the most kick-ass chapters ever written. This is a solid recommendation for this novel and if you don’t read it I promise you that your favorite pet will die of heartbreak!

Including this one, I've recently read three novels featuring physically and emotionally damaged women. Lingerie Wars was simply thrown directly into the landfill by its author. Blind Date was good, but this one, The Sea of Tranquility is better. This one excels at what it attempts and was a true pleasure to read.


Saturday, June 8, 2013

Graceling by Kristin Cashore

Rating: WORTHY!

Let this be a lesson to authors in choosing the best title for their novel! And let this be a lesson to potential readers not to judge a book by its title! When I first saw the title Graceling I was convinced that it was quite literally a fairy story; that is, a story about fairies, and I had no interest in it at all. That's not to stake a claim that I would never read a fairy story, but I've never yet been moved in that direction by any such novel of which I've become aware.

Even when I learned that the female protagonist in this novel was an assassin, it didn't fire up any deeper interest in the novel within me because I still thought it was about fairies! It was the 'grace' combined with the 'ling' which did it, I think; it was too much of a airy-fairy title! Then I happened to be looking along the library shelves and saw Fire. I picked it up not realizing that it was in the same world as Graceling and I was intrigued by the blurb. Graceling just happened to be sitting right next to it. Thinking they were sequential I picked that one up as well. I discovered that they're not a sequential pair, but they do share the same world, so I decided that if I'm going to read Fire, I ought to read Graceling first, just in case. In for a pennyweight, in for a pounding. So here I am, a hundred and 30-some pages into this 470-some page story and I have to confess that I'm not disappointed so far.

The female protagonist is Katsa, the male protagonist probably Prince Po. Yeah, about those names! I actually love 'Katsa', but Po? No! What is it which makes cat-like names so cool for female protagonists? Kat, Kitai, Katsa? Anyway, we start with her helping to bust out a Lienid prince (with the bizarre name of Tealiff) from prison. Katsa harms no one, she merely knocks the guards out and pops a sleeping pill in their mouth to keep them out long enough for her team to get away with their prisoner.

Though Katsa is supposed to be King Randa's enforcer, she's working as an independent on this job. She's supposed to be traveling to a neighboring kingdom to beat up on a guy who took more forest acreage than he had contracted for, but before she makes that trip, she side-tracks to spring this aging foreign prince, and returns him to Randa City, her own capital, where they keep him hidden so no one will know that Middluns (Katsa's home nation) will know they had anything to do with it.

The only unexpected thing on this entire adventure was her encounter with another of her kind, whom she knocks out, but doesn't kill. It's just as well, because he later shows up at the palace where she resides, and it turns out he's another prince of Lienid. Lienid has seven princes, and the world in which these people all reside has seven kingdoms: Nander, Sunder, Estill, Wester, Middluns, Monsea, and Lienid. The first four nations in that list tend to be at war with one another for one reason or another, the latter three, not so much.

In these nations there is, on occasion, a child is born who has a 'grace' - that is a special talent at something or other. These graces can be for anything from cooking, to taking care of horses, to swimming, to being an expert at fighting and killing, and even mind reading. Katsa discovered her talent when she accidentally killed a much older cousin who was touching her way too familiarly. Those who have graces are readily recognizable by having eyes of two different colors. Katsa's are blue and green, Prince Po's are silver and gold. Such people are shunned as a general rule, but if they have a great talent for something their king deems useful, then the king can order that the bearer of the grace be brought into his service; hence Katsa's permanent presence at the palace. The King is also her uncle.

Katsa isn't happy being an enforcer. She dislikes hurting people and becomes very angry when her king demands her services, but she is the best there is, better even than Prince Po, though he is older and stronger. The two of them begin to bond over their shared grace, and fight with each other each day just for the pleasure of being able to combat someone who is actually a challenge to them. But Katsa is really painfully slow to realize that Po is not only graced as a fighter, he's also graced as a mind reader - as long as your mind is focused on him. This ability to read her intentions towards him is how he manages to stay in a fight with her, but of course it makes it rather questionable as to how Katsa was able to knock him out when she encountered him at the start of this novel!

Katsa is also friends with Randa's own son, Prince Raffin, who hangs out with a very close male friend called Bann, pursuing intellectual interests, particularly medicine. In one experiment, he ended up with his hair dyed blue, and so currently isn't in his father's best graces. He and Katsa, together with spy chief Oll and Lord Giddon, who is in love with Katsa, along with a web of people across the seven nations, are part of The Council. It was on Council business that Katsa rescued Prince Tealiff.

The apparently budding romance between Po and Katsa is being handled rather nicely, so I don't even get to complain about that(!), and there appears to be no love triangle here, but there comes a threat to the smooth unfolding of that love when Katsa is dispatched by Randa on another bullying mission. She's supposed to bully Lord Ellis into giving up one of his daughters in marriage to another lord who lives in such a besieged locale that he's having a hard time finding a wife. Randa volunteers one of Elli's daughters, but Ellis refuses. Katsa refused to beat up on him for that. Instead she gives both Giddon and Oll slight injuries and orders them to tell Randa that she refused and they were injured in foolishly trying to coerce her. In that way, she takes sole blame for her action - or lack of it.

Giddon, trying to help her out of her dilemma, proposes to her, somehow thinking that a marriage to him will reduce or deflect the King's opportunities for punishment. Katsa refuses him, but during their discussion, she is finally clued in to Po's talent, and she confronts Po angrily, calling him a traitor before storming back to her room where her maid, Helda, tries to comfort her. Then comes an unintentionally hilarious sentence:

Later, when Katsa was dressed and Helda grappled with her wet hair before the fire, there was a knock on her entrance.

Po tries to apologize to her, but she's very angry. Without having resolved her relationship with him, she's summoned to the King's presence to answer for her refusal to obey him in the Lord Ellis affair. She takes charge of her own life from this point onwards. Rather than being cowed by the King, she refuses to work for him any more and in the morning (why the delay?!) she leaves the castle with Po, and they head towards Monsea to investigate further the kidnapping of Prince Tealiff.

The Journey is long and they use it to pursue their differences, resolve their issues, and plan ahead for what they might encounter in Monsea. Katsa also grows to know herself better - and realizes that her grace is not murdering, but surviving. Her fighting skills are only a small part of this. For her own peace of mind, Katsa practices both conveying messages to Po just by thinking, and on also blocking him out of her mind. As they meander through the forest and scale the mountains into Monsea, they discuss the king. He came to power oddly. He was not of the royal blood, but showed up as an orphan and vagabond. He had only one eye and people took to him readily. Eventually the king adopted him and named his as heir to the throne, whereupon the king and queen and his top advisers all mysteriously died, leaving the one-eyed vagabond to rule.

It's Po's and Katsa's considered opinion that the reason the vagabond king is one-eyed is that he deliberately cut out the other eye to hide the fact that he has a grace: a grace which enables him to control the minds of others, which is how he got away with all that he did. I think we're about to learn a bit more of his history in a prequel called Fire, which I'll be reviewing next.

Unfortunately for Katsa and Po, all their plans come to naught because the first person they encounter upon entering the kingdom is the king himself, chasing his escaping wife Ashen (a kinswoman of Po's) and slaughtering her. Her dying thought is to Po, to find her daughter who is now alone in the forest.

For the first time in her life, Katsa realizes that there is something which she can neither fight nor defend against: the king's mind control. They run and hide in the forest, eventually finding the young princess. Po is protected against the King's power because he can sense the King's thoughts and repel them, but Katsa cannot. She has turned her weapons over to Po and vowed to do everything he asks without question as a protection against being mind-controlled, but she couldn't obey Po's order to strike the King down because the King had already overpowered her mind. Now the two of them have no plan and must urgently decide what to do next.

I love this story so much that I'm going to award it a 'worthy' even though I haven't finished it yet. I don't even care if the ending sucks! This novel is so good that it's worth reading even if the ending is awful!

Well the ending wasn't awful, it was awesome (and no, I'm not going to tell you what happens! I wouldn't dream of robbing you of that joy.) This is a really amazing novel, with great characters, very well-written, a superbly well-done YA "romance" which ought to make other YA romance writers pay attention if they know what's good for them, and learn something about how intelligent, self-respecting people really behave in relationships. And no, I'm not talking about the fighting! Go read it: grace yourself!

Graceling is followed sequentially by Bitterblue and preceded by Fire, although I understand that Cashore recommends that they be read in the order they were published, which is how I've been reading them.


Tuesday, June 4, 2013

The Girl Who Disappeared Twice by Andrea Kane






Title: The Girl Who Disappeared Twice
Author: Andrea Kane
Publisher: Mira
Rating: WARTY!

If this were a movie, it would be a bit of a mash-up of Mission Impossible with Bad Boys. In what seems to be the opening salvo of a series, a high-tech trio consisting of the standard ex-SEAL (Marc Devereaux), a standard geek (Ryan McKay), and a standard woman-with-issues covering the 'standard hit-all-interest-groups spectrum' (but they missed Latinos and native Americans) got together and formed 'Forensic Instinct' (FI) based in Manhattan, to run down bad guys. I have to ask: why are they always referred to as Navy SEALs? Are there other SEALs - that is, of the human military variety - form whom we must distinguish these guys?! Surely no one would imagine that this detective agency hired aquatic mammals?! If they did, what would it mean to be an ex-seal: it's now a sea-lion? A sea otter?!

The novel starts out looking like it might be good, but quickly sheds that impression: Casey Woods (trope name alert, but since she almost shares a last name with me, I guess I have to let her get away with it, huh?!) the troubled head of FI, is portraying herself as a shy college girl in order to trap the rapist/serial killer, which she successfully does with Devereaux taking him down, breaking his arm, and forcing a confession. But they are working for NYPD, so it’s all okay, I guess.

Having taken care of business, Woods doesn’t go home to bed, she goes into the office and sits watching the news coverage of the guy being led out of the alley in handcuffs. Just a moment please! Casey left immediately after they had the confession from the perp (not that such a confession would hold up in court, but corroborating evidence might). No police were on the scene at that time, yet as soon as she gets back to HQ, Devereaux is already there. Meanwhile, she's watching the Fox news channel (and that might account for the inaccuracies!) and they show news footage of the perp being led out of the alley in cuffs. Here's my problem: did the NYPD hold the perp in the alley, waiting until all the news teams had assembled at four in the morning so once more the dawning could bring out the rapist in cuffs? In the full glare of news camera lights? That's neither rationally possible nor even credible.

We learn that their conference room is controlled by an AI which can detect who is in the room and even that Woods has an elevated heart rate. It can understand commands and even ask questions to refine the commands it's been given. So why are they not selling this AI technology and making a fortune? Why do they rely on hefty fees from their poor clients to make a go of their operation? Another problem.

We'll see how it goes. After Woods finally gets to sleep for the whole day, she's woken up by a call in the late afternoon (evidently FI can't afford to hire office staff!) from a judge whose five-year old daughter has been abducted from daycare by someone using a gas-guzzling piece of environmental destruction which looks exactly like the one the judge herself uses. It even passes the judge on her way there with her kid banging frantically on the window and the judge doesn't even register it. She immediately calls in FI to help her find her child because she has zero faith in the local police or the FBI. How's that working out for you, judge?

It turns out that the judge also has issues. Not only has her kid been kidnapped, but her twin sister was also kidnapped when they were both six years old - about the age of her daughter now.

So, let’s see - twin sister kidnapped, then years later, daughter kidnapped at the same age, perhaps by someone who looks so much like her mom, driving the same kind of vehicle, that the little girl doesn’t even suspect a thing until it's too late (I got that part right!)? Surely it can't be this easy to solve this "mystery" can it? But then I'm usually wrong with these guesses of mine, so perhaps we’re safe!

Woods & Co dive in and start questioning parents, witnesses, and potential suspects, including the nanny, who has a rather wayward boyfriend, but neither he nor she seem to be guilty of anything. Judge Willis's fired secretary and her wayward boyfriend seem clean, too. Willis's husband, Edward, is having an affair with the nanny. Willis's mom is three sheets to the wind in a nursing home, and a retired FBI guy who worked on the original twin sister kidnapping, Patrick Lynch, tracks down Hope's father, which is how we learn that the mob was involved in the kidnapping of Hope's twin, Felicity. The story is that she was killed, but I think the reason Kane is so desperately tossing out so many red herrings is to distract us from this twin.>/p>

I had a wild idea that Edward might have met the twin, now grown up, and decided he preferred her to Hope, and have entered into an arrangement with her: have the twin kidnap the child posing as Hope, have Edward stage a "rescue" but instead of taking Krissy home, take her to a new home he had set up, and present the twin as her real mom. But that's probably not what happened. I am, at this point, still holding out for the twin being involved somehow. Unless Kane deliberately put that out there as a huge red herring.

What does happen is that Hope gets a call ostensibly from the kidnappers, demanding $250,000, which she puts together from safety deposit boxes and a slush fund her husband has (he's a defense layer so you know he's as crooked as a dog's hind leg. Hope is supposed to head to a mall, drop the duffel bag into a specific trash can, and then pick up her daughter an hour later. The caller does know some details about Krissy, but I seriously hope our judges are not this monumentally stupid or so blindly trusting. Hope tells no one but Ashley. Woods, however, knows something is up.

She follows Hope to the ransom drop, but get this: she notifies not one single person - not on her team, and not on the police or FBI teams, and the quarter million predictably disappears, and of course there is no Krissy. Right now I feel like I'm going to finish this novel, but it's definitely going to get a warty on this showing - and it's not just this.

The kidnapper again sneaks into the Willis residence - during of the very few times when hardly anyone is home, so the residence is under surveillance and not one of these law-enforcement types has noticed. The kidnapper has a key to the house, and lets herself in the back door. She goes up the back stairs and she takes a toy from Krissy's room, and some perfume and a heart locket containing a picture of Krissy and a picture of Krissy's mom from Hope's room. She leaves without being detected, but has to clock Ashley on the head to knock her out when she's in danger of being discovered.

Meanwhile the law-enforcement teams are obsessing on the mob connection which was inadvertently triggered by Woods's team's pursuit of a possible connection between the three-decade ago kidnapping of Hope's twin sister and the current events. The assumption I'm currently operating under is still that the kidnapper is Hope's twin sister, but there's now a twist. What if the kidnap victim wasn't Hope's sister Felicity, but Hope herself? When Felicity saw Hope had been kidnapped, she assumed Hope's position, and insisted that it was Hope who had been kidnapped, and Felicity has been impersonating Hope ever since? Yeah, warped, but that very warping is what's fueling the current events.

Yeah, it;s weird, but until we get more clues instead of endless red herrings out of this novel, this is all I have that makes any sense to me. And it's probably wrong! But we have nothing going on in the story. I'm over half-way through it and there are no real leads. It's actually boring right now with this mob-connection crap, and this Claire psychic woman is dragging the story down for me. She divines that Felicity won a 'most goals scored' award over her nearest rival by two goals - and she divines this from a photo of the twins! She has a dream about Krissy's toy panda missing a friend, and this pans out when the kidnapper returns to steal a second toy. After that, Claire is called in, and she 'senses the energy' in the room where Ashley was knocked out, and Claire comes out with the most abusive genderism babbling on about the energy in the room: "It's a female's energy - not dense or heavy like a man's would be. More light and airy." Excuse me?!

Le stupide kicks up to an even higher notch next. Woods has a boyfriend in law enforcement and one day he brings her a pet bloodhound, which has been retired from law enforcement duty. Woods employs this dog pointlessly in sniffing around the entire neighborhood in case Krissy was hidden in one of the homes nearby, but when someone comes directly to her office building and sticks a letter in the door advising her to look closely at the family, and the dog wants to follow the scent, Woods unaccountably, inexplicably fails to let it chase the scent of this person who quite clearly has valuable information!

The useless clairvoyant has a vision that Krissy is fine, but Hope is stressed. On the basis of this, and this alone, they decide to tell "Hope" that Krissy is fine. I'm going to start putting "Hope" in quotes now because these last two revelations have convinced me (rightly or wrongly!) that my idea that "Hope" is really Felicity and the real "Hope" was the abducted child is right. Woods - the one who is supposed to have super-instincts - blindly assumes this letter refers to the Vizzini crime family they're investigating, not the Willis family. Her boyfriend, Hutch shows up very shortly after the letter does - which some might consider suspicious! She shows him the letter and they don't consider for a minute that it refers to the crime family unless it means "Hope"'s father, who has connections to the crime family!

After they've dispatched the letter that Woods failed to follow up on to the FBI crime lab, she and Hutch, despite being pissed off with each other for holding back secrets about the case (which Hutch actually hasn't been doing but which Woods has) have their usual sex which is described so briefly that it need not be described at all. Just rest assured that it was on a plain which mere mortals can not ever so much as hope to dream of. Their sexual tension began the moment they met, and it's only become more intense since! Hutch grips the headboard and drives "...himself all the way inside her - and then some"! What the hell does that mean?! Where he's been driving prior to this isn't detailed. Finally it erupts "...in an explosion of nearly painful pleasure." Oookay!

Clearly this is one of those "romantic" relationships where sex is everything and there is nothing whatsoever beyond that, yet the relationship is supposed to be the best there is! Even as they both agree that this relationship is a one-in-a-lifetime thing, they neither of them ever even remotely look like they're going to discuss marriage! Some relationship! And be warned, you'll need a barf-bag for the next chapter.

So Woods relates to Hutch a tale of a college roommate who had told Woods that she felt like she was being followed, and reported it to the police but nevertheless was found raped and murdered shortly thereafter. So she's been in this supposedly intense relationship with Hutch, and she's never told him this? Woods claims that this is what drove her to form Forensic Instincts, but she fails to address how she thinks a college student might even begin to afford the high fee that FI charges for its services. This "back-story" is so predictably mundane that it's a joke. Then Woods bitches out Hutch because she had an epic fail when she suspected that "Hope" was up to something with her ransom payment and never told anyone, even though she had ample opportunity to do so. She justifies this fail because she has these instincts and has to act on them! She's evidently arguing that she doesn't have the time to do it right and catch an extortionist.

So Devereaux the bully hits on another suspect threatening violence on him until the guy finally 'fesses to the fact that he left the note at FI's HQ. Why he didn't write that he saw "Judge Willis" go home on the day of Krissy's kidnapping when Ashley was out getting the mail, and before Krissy was kidnapped (presumably the impostor was picking up the panda toy) instead of simply writing "Look closer at the family" is another weak spot in this novel. Later, Devereaux dresses up as a janitor to break into a psychiatrist's office to look at confidential medical papers for a nurse, Linda Turner, who lost a daughter who was in the same soccer camp as Felicity Ackerman.

That Felicity girl sure as hell gets around and does an amazing amount for a six year old, doesn't she? But here's the risible part: Devereaux wants to avoid anyone paying any attention to him so instead of going up the elevator with his janitor cart, he carries it up the stairs! Seriously? This is the man of whom we're told that he's a sexy hunk who draws women like a magnet, and yet he's carrying a janitor cart up the stairs, and two women pass him on the way down, and they don't even pay any attention to him! This is the same guy who had a secretary at one of the Vizzini's building sites all over him when he posed as a Xerox technician so they could substitute the existing Xerox machine with one which sends a copy of the image to McKay so he can see everything they copy.

A standard Xerox machine for typical office use costs around $6,000. Who paid for that? Judge Willis? Casey Woods? Out of what budget? Again how does Woods's organization pull down enough cash to be this extravagant? How do they finance the geek's robot building? McKay has a robot called Gecko which they're sending into the air-ducts in the psychiatrist's building just for a test run, as Devereaux breaks in there. The really bizarre thing here is that, "knowing" that Woods's team has broken into a health-care provider's office and copied medical records, they don't even blink an eye, and they take this new information and run with it, focusing their search on Turner now instead of the mob where they've been wasting time for days.

So now they've tracked down Turner's home, but it's empty; she's apparently disappeared without a trace, so Woods's best plan is to take Claire the Voyant there to see what vibes she can pick up! The whole freaking crew goes over there, bloodhound and all. McKay is the only one who doesn't because he's off charming records out of nurses or someone. Kane would have us believe that medical personnel are such lowlifes that a hunky guy can get them to compromise their integrity and patient confidentiality? That's quite a power.

But this actually turns up the interesting revelation that Felicity Ackerman - who supposedly broke her arm - was never admitted to an ER with it. Instead, the girl who was admitted at that time with those symptoms was called Anna Turner! So yes, this is fascinating, but it reveals another weakness in this story: that in the extensive search for Felicity Ackerman, not a single law-enforcement officer ever discovered that someone had switched names for the girl with the broken arm? Or it had never occurred to anyone that maybe it was Anna Turner who was the truth and Felicity Ackerman who was the fiction?

Claire the Voyant declares that Krissy was never held in Turner's house, but Felicity Ackerman was. The search of the residence turns up a single pill of an Alzheimer's drug called Memantine, which is a real drug. In a tiny percentage of cases this drug can cause confusion, so while Woods & Co leap to the conclusion that this was a med Turner was taking, I'm wondering if it was a med Turner was administering to her victims. 10 milligrams seems to me like it might be a bit high for a six-year old, but then I'm not a medical practitioner! More to the point, I'm also wondering if Linda Turner is actually Felicity (or Hope!) Ackerman.

After Devereaux breaks into the Sunny Gardens nursing home and confirms that Turner is there under the name of Lorna Werner, McKay plants video surveillance, and puts his 'Gecko' robot into the grounds where Turner sits when she's brought outside. She is expecting a visitor - her daughter - and when that visitor shows up, they will record the visit in audio and video and thereby track down Krissy. These morons once again fail to inform law enforcement of the fact that they know where Turner is and have a lead on tracking down Krissy. So now not only are they threatening Krissy's welfare, they're also officially obstructing officers of the law.

Before the daughter shows up, a construction crane situates itself between the surveillance van and the Gecko, meaning that they can't receive the transmission directly from the Gecko because of interference. The simple solution is to move the freaking surveillance van, but instead, these morons give up on the whole thing, deciding to simply have the Gecko record what happens so they can review it later! Once again they're putting Krissy's life at risk, and even more-so because instead of having McKay go in and pick it up posing as a workman (as he did to place the device to being with), they inexplicably wait until dark and send Devereaux in to get it! They don't even think for a split second of discovering who it is who's visiting Turner and following that person after she leaves! These people are stark-staring imbeciles, and if I were not within 50 or so pages of the end, I'd quit reading this right now.

But it gets worse! Recall that the Gecko is a device which can walk - McKay had it walk down the air-ducts into the psychiatrist's office earlier, but when it comes to retrieving it from the grounds of Sunny Gardens, McKay apparently can't have it walk to the fence for Devereaux to grab it: he has to get into the grounds and go find it up himself. Why?!!

Back at FI HQ, once they have the Gecko plugged into a specially designed connector (what, a USB port not good enough for simple video and audio streaming?!) it comes as absolutely no surprise whatsoever that the person visiting Turner is "Hope". They show the video to the FBI and it's agreed that they will stake out the Sunny Gardens nursing home the next day, which they do, but Felicity detects that she's literally surrounded by the feds, so she conks a nurse on the head and steals her outfit and car, and escapes, triggering a huge woman-hunt which involves Felicity taking a train. They track down where she disembarked and and eventually find her house, but Felicity has beaten them there. She grabs Krissy and starts to head out the door, but Krissy breaks free and escapes into the woods, where the bloodhound naturally tracks her down. Krissy is free and Felicity can get treatment. The end.

If this novel is so painfully obvious that even I can get it in the first few pages, it really sucks. I'd hoped for so much better than that, but even that, I could have withstood if the characters had been realistic instead of cardboard cut-outs, and if the plot hadn't been so full of holes and Le Stupide!


Three Lives of Tomomi Ishikawa by Benjamin Constable






Title: Three Lives of Tomomi Ishikawa
Author: Benjamin Constable
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Rating: WORTHY!

DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review. Since this is a new novel, this review is shorter so as not to rob the writer of her story, but even so, it will probably still be more detailed than you'll typically find elsewhere!


I must be fated to start out not liking ebooks as I begin them, liking them as I dig deeper, and then unpredictably either liking them or hating them as I read through to the end! Strange but true. Constable may be a famous last name in English art, but that still didn’t make me want to read any introductions, prefaces, prologues or forewords written by this particular Constable. As I've said before, if it’s worth reading, it’s worth putting into chapter one, which was where I started reading. That's also where I had a problem enjoying it.

Note that the male protagonist in this novel is Benjamin Constable. Why he chose to depict himself - or perhaps more accurately, use his own name for the character - or indeed whether Constable is a real person or merely a pen name for someone, perhaps even a female author, I have no idea at this time. To distinguish between Constable the character and Constable the author, I shall refer to the character as BC, and the author as Constable from this point onwards.

The first thing we get to read is a suicide letter, which normally ought to make a reader perk up and pay attention, but I found myself so distracted by the rather pretentious and overly florid language of the meandering letter that I really started not to care if this person had died! In the end, I felt rather cruelly comforted by her absence from this world, if it meant that she had taken this kind of fluff with her when she left! Fortunately for Constable, the story began to pick up after that, and I found that I’d read some hundred and fifty pages effortlessly, without feeling any awful thoughts towards Constable or towards his female protagonist. The purportedly dead one of his two female protagonists, that is....

The assumption is that she's dead, but I am not convinced. Indeed, given his penchant for not only seeing, but also interacting with a large but non-existent cat, I have to even question whether Tomomi Ishikawa exists at all, much elss whether she did exist and is now dead by her own hand. There is no body, and there is some suggestion that she might still be alive - which even BC himself considers as a possibility eventually! I found myself really starting to like Tomomi Ishikawa even though, as I was to discover, she had some really unlikable traits. Having said this, I have to add, in the end, that I really disliked her! I have a soft spot for Japanese women, so that took some doing! So sue me! Or is it: see Sumo?!

The author of the suicide note had written it on her laptop, printed it out, put it into an envelope, and pushed it under BC's door while he was at work one Friday. Yes, he's quite literally telling this fable about himself - and it’s in the first person! Yes, I know I swore off first-person stories, but I had this one on my e-shelf long before I made that semi-serious declaration. Constable's first person isn’t obnoxious, although he does seem to slip between present and past tenses unpredictably. But maybe this will turn out to be the very first person novel that I've been looking for, as an antidote to the dotes I've been nauseated by of late! We'll see!

BC's ostensibly dead friend is the Tomomi Ishikawa (TI) of the title. The novel is in three parts, one for each of her lives presumably, and the first of these is in Paris, where BC works as an English teacher. Having read the disturbing note, he heads over to her apartment and retrieves her computer, which she evidently intended him to have (since his own is a crappy piece of trash which dies on him soon thereafter). I'm going to blithely assume that his was a nasty old Windows machine and hers is a cool-looking Mac, because I can! There's a complete absence of evidence to the contrary! When he boots it up, he discovers that most of its content has apparently been deleted (and he evidently doesn't know - or doesn’t care - that it’s possible to undelete files if the computer hasn't been wiped with military efficiency). There are several folders apparently left there specifically for his eyes.

At first, these files make no sense (there's a folder titled 'My Dead' which includes his name, for example) along with a handful of others. Some folders contain seemingly random photographs taken all across Paris, others feature entertaining stories (with one or two somewhat boring ones). A couple of the stories relate that TI has killed at least two guys: guys who were evidently suicidal anyway, but this nonetheless makes her at best a Jack Kevorkian-like facilitator and at worst, a murderer. But are the stories true, or are they merely fiction?

BC slowly discovers that TI has left for him a kind of treasure map, whereby if he follows her slightly cryptic clues, which for him are not so cryptic since he knows both TI and Paris so well, he can uncover "treasure" in the form of notebooks or other items (such as, for example, an umbrella) left for him in various hidden locales, secreted in landmarks or hidden in places he and she knew together. These treasures provide further clues which lead him on a journey.

One journey he discovers that he's too chicken to undertake, is to follow a clue which would necessitate him sneaking down into the Paris Metro (subway, underground) tunnels. I thought that this maybe significiant for the novel's finale - and it is! Eventually these clues take him from Paris to Manhattan, where he meets the second female protagonist who accompanies him on his treasure hunt. Her name, curiously, is Beatrice! Curious that is, for me, since I'm currently immersed in writing a parody of Divergent! Yet another weird coincidence in my reading-writing adventures! Maybe I should write a novel à la Constable about those?!

At each place where I had to stop reading this, I found myself looking-forward to resuming it, which is always a good feeling for a reader. This story is a bit like a Dan Brown novel, but with a real story in place of the trade-marked high-speed Brownian motion. And this is enough spoilers for a new novel, so the rest of this review will be much mroe vague observations, not detailed descriptions, and the first of these is that Constable really has a charming way with his characters (the suicide note notwithstanding!). Their interactions (even with TI who can be obnoxious to him at times in his reminscences), and especially with Beatrice, are whimsical and endearing. There is a sly sense of humor running through their conversations which I very much appreciate.

His initial encounter and budding relationship with Beatrice at the New York Public Library and afterwards is completely captivating. I was impressed by the maturity and playfulness of the friendship, with both BC and Beatrice contributing equally to the bond which they created between them, and this is exactly how it should be in my mind. What a pleasure it is to read something of this quality after having dealt with some truly dreadful relationships in YA novels of late! It’s like comparing a blue ribbon mousse with several day-old, rubbery, chewy Jello which is of a flavor you didn’t even like to begin with.

The relationship doesn't come as a gilt-edged security however, because Beatrice is uncomfortable with all the coincidences which seem to be popping up, and rather leery of his treasure hunt. However this doesn’t appear to prevent their relationship from continuing to blossom. BC - who evidently hails from the Midlands (of England), just as I do - also begins to feel uncomfortable, but not with Beatrice. His discomfort comes from the fact that he's still receiving emails from TI forwarded to him by a third party (or from TI herself, perhaps). Whoever it is has evidently followed him from France to the US, and is tailoring the emails to his activities. He's being watched!

In the end, I was a bit disappointed in how this story came to a conclusion, even though it was entirely in character with what had happened before. Pretty much all of my theories were wrong - save one! I felt a bit cheated by the ending; however, given the quality of writing, and the characterization of the main protagonists, Ben, Tomomi, and Beatrice, I highly recommend this: it's excellently well-written and quite enchanting.


Thursday, May 30, 2013

Blind Date by Frances Fyfield






Title: Blind Date
Author: Frances Fyfield
Publisher: Penguin
Rating: worthy

Frances Fyfield is from my own home county of Derbyshire in England, and this is my own signed hardback copy! How cool is that! How many author's signatures do you have on your Nook screen?! lol!

So, too cool, but if only I could be sure I'll like it! So, a blind date with Blind Date! I have to confess that I found this novel almost impossible to get into for the first thirty or forty pages, then it all started settling down. I’d advise a re-write of those first pages were I Fyfield's editor. At one point she's in first person, then loses that for third person. Very little of what she wrote in those pages made very much sense to me; then it’s like someone else took over and the novel was fine.

The story features Elisabeth, a young woman who got drunk one night and tripped over while walking home, and while she was lying there half asleep, some psycho who had been stalking people prior to this, threw acid onto her. Fortunately, she was laying in such a way that her face was largely protected, but her body was severely burned, her skin even dissolved in several places, and her surgery to correct this hasn't exactly been stealthy. I can empathize with Elisabeth a little, having accidentally knocked scalding hot water onto my back when I was very young, but mine is hardly a scar which stands out in public. It does lend a whole nude meaning to "keep your shirt on" though!

We join Elisabeth staying with her mother in Devon at her boarding house. She hates it there, her only comfort being her 12 year old brother (whom I suspect of being the acid thrower, warped wretch that I am, but there is another potential suspect revealed later, so maybe I am as warped as I claim!). Even though she isn't completely recovered from her trauma, Elisabeth prevails upon her friend Patsy (shades of Absolutely Fabulous!) to return her to London. Patsy is something of a fair-weather friend of Elisabeth's, resenting her neediness now that she's injured.

Back in London, Elisabeth moves back into her bell tower. She lives in the bell tower of an old church, one which is largely disused, so the bells haven't rung in years. She wakes up in the night to discover someone else is staying there - a large, gentle young man who was occupying the place during her absence, doing some work around the church. After her initial fear that he was an intruder, they reconcile their positions and he plans on leaving the very next day. She fails to recall that he is the same guy, Joe, who she saw hanging around during one of her hospital visits in Devon....

In addition to Elisabeth, we’re introduced to a small group of young professional women, of which Patsy is one, Hazel another, and Angela the third. They're in relationship doldrums and decide to join an introductory dating service to find a decent guy for themselves. Angela, who has already signed on for this service, but who keeps this secret from the other two, is supposed to meet with a guy (nicknamed 'Owl' because of his eyeglasses) who also joined the dating service but kept it secret from his three male friends (Joe, Rob, and Michael) who were talking about joining it - at Michael's suggestion!

Angela turns up dead. Patsy gets an invitation from the same dating service. None of these girls talk to each other about what they're up to - except that Patsy does confide in Elisabeth, who, having kicked Joe out, has now started to become friendly with him and is lured out for a bus trip around the sights of London with him.

Meanwhile, the rather weird woman who runs the dating service seems to have an oddball relationship with her rather oddball son. The plot sickens! But this story continues to intrigue me. During the first thirty or forty pages I was really becoming frustrated with it, and when I read bits and pieces of it over the weekend, I was frustrated, but reading it at other times, including at lunchtime today, I was drawn right back into it. The problem I think is that this novel is dense and serious and it doesn't take kindly to being read in dribs and drabs, or when there are interruptions going on around you. But if you sit down with it and treat it with respect, and give it some time, then it will be kind to you! How odd is that? It’s like the novel is the physical real-world manifestation of the fictional female protagonist within. I don’t know if Fyfield deliberately created it like this, but it’s a wonderfully enlightening concept which has really made an impression on me as a writer!

So Patsy survives her encounter with Michael, the son of Cynthia, warped and wefted adult child that he is, and she passes on her knowledge of him to Joe and Elisabeth, who are now becoming much more comfortable with each other, although she's as irascible as ever. In a bygone era, I could imagine a young Katherine Hepburn playing her and playing her well. Michael is carrying a psychic wound from someone who was unkind to him, and I believe that the person who did this to him is none other than Elisabeth herself, who caught him stealing when they were both kids, and reported him - although that alone seems insufficient to warp him as much as he is. So now he's killing women who are unkind to him, which is why Patsy is still alive. It makes me worry about what will happen to Elisabeth if this is what happened. How is she going to handle the guilt-trip that drops on her when she learns that she set this killer in motion? Or am I completely wrong in my assessment? It wouldn't be the first time!Both Joe and Elisabeth go to sign on with Cynthia's match-making agency, but Joe deliberately plays himself as an uncouth character and is thrown out, whereas Elisabeth, who remembers Cynthia from the incident during her childhood, is rushed through the sign-on process and hurried out the door a little more kindly. Now it appears that Michael has his hands on a key to her church tower, so things are slowly coming to a head.

I'm not sure I'm too keen on Joe. He strikes me as being a little bit creepy, but Elisabeth I am in love with, and looking forward to reading how this all pans out. As it looks right now, I'm pretty much expecting there to be a showdown in the tower rather reminiscent of the ending to Hitchcock's Vertigo, but with a bell falling on Michael (assuming he's indeed the villain and not an appallingly stinking red herring!) or something along those lines. We'll see!

Well I finished this and I did get something right! The ending struck me as a bit vague, and Joe's behavior seemed so at odds with how he'd been characterized earlier that it bothered me to a degree, but considering characterization and general writing quality, I recommend this novel because of Elisabeth.


Lingerie Wars by Janet Elizabeth Henderson






Title: Lingerie Wars
Author: Janet Elizabeth Henderson
Publisher: Unknown
Rating: WARTY!

DISCLOSURE: Unlike the majority of reviews in this blog, I've neither bought this book nor borrowed it from the library. This is a "galley" copy ebook, supplied by Net Galley. I'm not receiving (nor will I expect to receive or accept) remuneration of any kind for this review. Since this is a new novel, this review is shorter so as not to rob the writer of her story, but even so, it will probably still be more detailed than you'll typically find elsewhere!


This novel appears to be the first in an Invertary series. Whether any of the others will be an improvement on this I don't intend to find out.

The English and the Scots have long been antagonistic. In the past, these disagreements were fought out on the battlefield, but that stopped when Elizabeth 1st died without leaving an heir. She herself picked James 6th of Scotland to succeed her. He had been the longest reigning monarch ever to rule Scotland, but when he became James 1st of England, he set about combining the two nations into one (along with Ireland), and setting up a single parliament to govern them. The flourishing of English society which had taken place under Elizabeth continued during his reign. Bacon, Donne, Jonson (Don Johnson lol!), Marlowe, and Shakespeare lived in his era, and it is his name which became attached to the Authorised King James Version of the Bible.

These days, those battles are fought on the football field, and each year the four nations which comprise Great Britain: England, Northern Ireland, Scotland, and Wales represent in a week-long battle for soccer supremacy in the quaintly titled 'Home Internationals'. Though a single nation, the UK is allowed four teams because it was the birthplace of football. I remember one interview on TV with the then manager of Scotland where he referred to the upcoming match between these two nations as taking on the "Anglish" - not playing against England, the team, but against the nation! I found that amusing. So these games have deep roots that go beyond mere football. I love Scotland: it was featured powerfully in my novel Saurus, so when I saw this novel pop up on Netgalley, I couldn't resist it, even though romances like this aren't exactly my cup of tea, especially after the very disappointing Skinny Bitch in Love.

The male protagonist is a retired British soldier, with the asinine name of Lake Benson (can we not ever have a romance without these bizarre pretentious names?!). His sister, believe it or not, is called Rainne! Rain feeds lakes, so are we to take home from this that Lake's sister is servile? She's certainly portrayed that way. He has loaned her money to open this underwear shop directly across the street from an exotic lingerie shop owned and run by Kirsty. These names remind me of stories I used to read to my kids when they were toddlers, about a blue dog and his rainbow-hued friends. The shops are supposed to be in a little Scots town of Invertary, which is fictional but seems to be based heavily on a real town called Inverary which sits on a Loch-side.

So we immediately know the over-arching plot: Lake and Kirsty are made for each other and will live happily ever afterwards, unless this story truly is different, which I seriously doubt at this time. The only mystery, then, is how well it's written and how entertaining are the contortions through which these two will go before they finally get together. I'm sorry to have to relate that I was sadly let down on that score. David Tennant and Kelly MacDonald have already done this kind of thing in film, which wasn't great but was passable enough to idle away an hour or two, and was a lot better than this novel.

There are unforeseen issues with the shop, 'Betty's Knicker Emporium', one of which is that the contract under which the shop was sold stipulates that 86-year-old Betty still has a say in it - including that the sign stays unchanged. Betty owns the building; Rainne merely leases the shop, so this immediately presents the problem of how much money Lake has sunk into this if it's jsut for rent and stock. It's not like he bought the building. Kirsty comes over to visit with Rainne (someone whom she's been trying to help in getting her business afloat) and gets into a dispute with Lake, which ends up with the two of them declaring all-out war on each other (the lingerie wars of the novel's title). Kirsty, who essentially melted when she saw Lake. The cliché-laden description of this encounter all but made me toss my breakfast all over my keyboard. I was hoping that we could keep that YA nonsense to a minimum and actually enjoy a fun story here, but that hope was quickly dashed to death on this rocky romance.

While Kirsty is rather discombobulated by this turn of events, Lake finds himself excited by the prospect of planning a battle. He gets a dose of reality, however, when 86-year-old Betty shows up and lets herself in, offering him a hot meat pie for breakfast, and demanding he toss the coffee he's made and make her some tea. I confess I did love Betty and the conversations they had. Lake's assessment of Betty is: "In another life she would have made a leader of a great terrorist cell. Or a dictator of a small country." This is the kind of story I was hoping for. Unfortunately, it's not what was delivered. I really liked the opening few paragraphs of chapter 2; the interaction between Lake and Kirsty there was really enjoyable, as was his relationship with Betty. Even Rainne comes out of her shell a bit, but this is yet another romance (and indeed there seems to be no discernible difference here between adult fiction and young-adult fiction) which goes the way of the woman turning into a limp rag and the over-confident male smugly dictating her every breath.

The battle lines are slowly being drawn, with a newspaper article back-firing on Kirsty, and Lake finding out that she was once a model of the same hue as those of Victoria's Secret, until her then boyfriend crashed a car in which they were driving, and while he walked away (taking a chunk of her money with him), tragedy walked all over Kirsty's body, sending her into PTSD, as well as marking her with some serious physical scarring. I found it a bit weird that I was reading this (Lingerie Wars), interleaved with reading Blind Date which also features a female protagonist with body scars. Were I superstitious, I'd be in danger of becoming creeped-out by these coincidences between my current ebook and my current hardback! But it's just a meaningless coincidence.

So, I was toodling along with this story, enjoying it sporadically in fact, despite some significant potholes in the interaction between the two main protagonists. I was even willing to put up with some sabotage of Lake's store which was conducted not by Kirsty, but on her behalf. No one was hurt and it was done rather in fun (if somewhat mean fun), but my enjoyment of the novel came to a screeching halt when Lake began manhandling Kirsty and then breaking into Kirsty's home and snooping around one night when she was sleeping upstairs. He snooped her financial information on her laptop, had someone hack into her website and advertise his own store on it, and then he ogled her while she was fast asleep in her bed.

I'm sorry but no.

What is this - a clueless, trope infested, young adult novel? It wasn't supposed to be, but it's indistiguishable from one. This was entirely unacceptable to me, and I found it offensive that the Kirsty character is such a dishrag, not only permitting, but even falling in with Lake's manipulation of her even as she mumbles feeble protestations. What the hell kind of a woman is she? Well to begin with, she's one who has lost all my respect. Clearly, she's not any kind of a woman; rather, she's just a toy for this guy: a living, life-size sex doll for the adolescent soldier-boy. If you don't find that offensive, not in the least, then I'm sorry, but there's something wrong with you.

If this were a spy novel, then yes, I'd half expect some breaking and entering, and snooping. If it were a stalker novel, or a thriller, or a horror story, or a story about a psycho killer, then yes, it would be "appropriate" to the tale to have this happen. Even if this were a comédie noire, this might be "acceptable" - for example, a pair of spies who were entering into a relationship both snooping on each other and breaking into each other's apartments. It would fit the fable in those instances, but for a light romantic comedy? No. You lose the light right there and instead starkly illuminate a host of problems with this kind of fiction, whereby women are portrayed as having no value other than as man-toys. How is the way Kirsty is represented here different from how, for example, women are portrayed in porn movies: as having nothing on their mind other than idly waiting for some guy who is just like Lake to denude them and 'do' them? Let me answer that: it isn’t. There is no difference, and I find both equally offensive.

How can it be viewed in any other light: to have a guy manhandling and manipulating a woman who is in financial straits and who is scarred both physically and mentally, and for the female protagonist to accept this as fine amnd have no protection from this sick bullying lech? No. There is no way I am going to accept this as a comedy or a cute roamnce, and Henderson should be thoroughly ashamed of herself for even thinking this up for such a genre, let alone committing it to an actual novel. If she were going somewhere useful, or interesting with that line of plotting, that might be a different story, and I admit I'm judging this having read only 30% of it, but in those sixty-some pages, I've seen no hint whatsoever that she plans on heading anywhere other than Lake clubbing Kirsty over the head, and dragging her back to his cave.

Has Henderson neither read nor seen anything of the military scandals whereby women in the military are abused and raped by men like Lake Benson, and who are denied justice because they’re women? Not that there can be any real justice for such appalling abuse, but you know what I mean. I wonder how she feels about perpetuating the lie that it’s just fine for military men to take what they want, because it’s really what women want too, isn’t it? (So she'd have us believe, if judged by this novel).

I sat and thought about whether I really wanted to read any more of this trash - about whether the remaining 70% could make up for the first thirty, and I'm sorry but I can’t find it in me to read any more. Henderson has in these first few pages, robbed me of any faith I might have held in her ability to take this anywhere, at this point, where it could possibly shed the sewer stench with which she's now so irremediably imbued it. 'Warty' hardly describes a canker like this. Remind me never again to make the sad mistake of imagining that a story with a saucily playful title like Lingerie Wars could go anywhere other than where Henderson has let it sink.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

Insurgent by Veronica Roth






Title: Insurgent
Author: Veronica Roth
Publisher: Katherine Tegan
Rating: WARTY!

Welcome to Veronica Roth's 525 page pity party for Mama Messiah and Drama Queen Beatrice, in which Tris successfully channels the depressed Katniss Everdeen! Let me begin this by announcing that I have now read enough of this volume to be able to state, without any shadow of a doubt, that in the Divergent trilogy, this novel is definitely number 2....

You may recall that I withheld my rating for Divergent (which is the first in this trilogy) until I had read Insurgent, which I now unexpectedly have from a new library which has opened relatively close to where I live, so off we go! This library copy is supposedly a collector's edition but all it evidently offers is a shiny metallic-effect cover, a ribbon book-mark glued into the spine, and some stickers. Seriously? OK. And what's with that autumnal swirly tree? Trivia Time: Do you know that the Divergent series is actually a mathematics concept?!

Insurgent also features a some forty or so pages of bonus features including "Toby-ass tells the divergent story" which has an introduction even though the story itself is only five pages long...! Veronica Roth talks about "character death" is one section along with a Veronica Roth Q&A. There are Insurgent discussion questions and tips on how to have a faction party. Seriously, I am not making this up. Nor am I going to read any of this because all that this achieved was to convince me that this novel is way below my reading level.

While I again have to give props to Roth for no prologue, introduction, foreword, preface, etc, at the start, she simply launches into the sequel without a nod or a wink to the previous volume. Even though it was not that long since I read the first volume, I confess I had to go back and read my own review just now to refresh my memory as to exactly how that panned out. I guess that's not a good sign, huh?!

You may recall that in vol 1, the world had suffered a huge war, and society had decided that unity could only be achieved by forcibly separating people into antagonistic Klans: the five families of mafia-ruled New York City, kinda, although this was set in Chicago. The five factions which resulted were the grammatically incorrect Abnegation, Amity, Candor, Dauntless, and Erudite. That latter faction, which is supposed to be smart, in collaboration with Dauntless, the defense force, was the one which revolted and drugged its own members, turning them into zombies which could then be easily talked into attacking other factions in order for the Dauntless-Erudite Axis (DEA) to take over as the sole dominant authority.

Triscuit (our hero) and her strong male protector Toby-ass, along with a complete Peter, and Triscuit's brother Caleb (without a 'K') managed to escape the drugged day of the dead finale of the previous book and throw themselves upon the scant mercy of the Amity faction (yeah I know that reads like a paradox, but please read on!). I found it interesting that the Amityville medical staff seem to think that treating an abrasion on Triscuit's shoulder is more important than taking care of Peter's broken arm, because they get to that only after they've found a salve for Triscuit! But that's not the weirdest thing! They offer Triscuit a sedative and despite the fact that she's just come out of a horrific battle which was aided immensely by the fact that soldiers were being drugged and forced to do the will of others, she accepts this sedative and gulps it down without a second thought or the slightest suspicion. Some soldier, huh? That just struck me as being just a bit dumb ledore, but let's see where Roth takes us on this trip.

By page 65 (out of a whopping 525!) I already do not like this tome. Roth has Toby-ass (aka Four), who is taller than Triscuit, putting his arms - not his hands, but his arms - around Triscuit's hips when they're both standing facing each other. I'd really like her to demonstrate how that's accomplished some time. Maybe she could make a book trailer (lol!) with that included? But that's not the worst bit. The worst bit is that Roth continues to make a very strong case for how small, and lost, and totally useless Triscuit is. So of course she needs a manly Toby-ass, who is, of course, taller and stronger than she is, and therefore must take care of her because she's just a weak and limp little girl really.

Yet despite all this stress, and despite how exhausted and stressed she feels (and did I mention that she's stressed?), this doesn't one bit interfere with her sneaking stealthily around and spying on people, trying to figure out what is the big nasty secret which Marcus, Toby-ass's piece of trash dad, is holding so firmly onto. Nor does it prevent anyone asking this unstable girl for advice.

Perhaps this conflict is why this spineless little tot has nightmares and goes running into Toby-ass's room at night to sneak under his protective covers. And of course, all she's wearing is a long T-shirt and literally nothing else. So Triscuit has been through a war and killed people, and proven herself through the barbaric "training" to join Dauntless, but when Toby-ass takes advantage of her fear and weakness, and starts feeling her up, rather than stress even more and recoil and berate him, she starts physically responding! But it gets worse! Before anything happens, she sobbingly reveals that she can't go through with it because it just wouldn't be right!

When she finally returns to her room, she discovers a big Peter there, stealing the hard drive which contains all the details of Erudite's drug program. I'm surprised he doesn't ask if she wants to put her software on his hard drive! When she tries to take back the stolen drive from him, they get into a fight, and Triscuit is the only one punished for it by Amity. The punishment is a drug which turns her into Barney the Dinosaur, but without the bruised coloration. Their fearless leader determines that Triscuit has been overdosed, but this is hardly surprising in a facility where healing wound is given priority over a broken arm.

The Amity faction has voted to allow these other refugee faction members to stay with them, but since the Amity people are buddies with Erudite, they declare that they will not take sides in this conflict, which in practice means that they've sided with the aggressors. This is Amity siding with people who have drugged their own faction and used the drugged soldiers to all but wipe out the Abnegation faction! This betrays every single thing Amity is supposed to be about, of course, but perhaps the fact that they drug their own people to coerce them into conformation with their idea of a norm is why they won't even so much as condemn the brutal behavior of the DEA?

The need to escape schizo-faction is brought to a head when the DEA arrives with armed soldiers to search Amity's compound. The refugees, which are offered no protection whatsoever by Amity (other than not to overtly betray them) are literally hunted down and killed in front of Amity's members, who do nothing whatsoever for them. Triscuit, Caleb, Toby-ass, and some chick called Susan (no word on whether her first name is Mary) manage to escape. Mary Susan completely disappears at this point.

They jump a train heading into the city (which curiously has no DEA guards whatsoever!) where they encounter a bunch of 'the factionless' - people this charming society has cast out because they failed to make it into one of the five families...er factions. Oh, and Triscuit's shoulder hurts. Edward (one of those cast out from Dauntless during Triscuit's training), is aboard the train. What an amazing coincidence. When Toby-ass reveals who he actually is, he's taken to meet the factionless leader - so it's not a leaderless faction, you see, even though it's fractionated. The factionless leader is Toby-ass's mother.

After hanging with the factionless for a very short time the pair of them head over to the Candor compound where they're promptly arrested as traitors. They're confined to a room - together - where Triscuit's shoulder hurts and they learn that they're going be be subjected to the truth serum at 7pm. Why the seven hour wait? Who knows? These things appear to be unabashedly random in this novel. They both come through the test ok, but Triscuit discovers that even the truth serum cannot control her completely. She's promptly adopted by the local Dauntless group (as opposed to the 50% who betrayed everyone else, known as the Dauntless traitors, and who are evidently hanging out at the Erudite building). This part is nicely written and was a pleasure to read after some 150 pages of posterior pain (and shoulder pain), but unfortunately it doesn't last long. Triscuit starts hanging out with Lynn. who is the one I want this story to be about, but unfortunately, we can't have that, we have to have Triscuit.

My problem with Triscuit throughout the first two hundred pages is that she's a complete betrayal of everything in book one. She's supposed to be Dauntless. She's supposed to have worked hard and become toughened, and fought hard to get where she is, but throughout this entire novel so far, she's a complete whiny wuss (oh and her shoulder hurts. Did I mention that?). She is scared of guns, and this caused endless trouble for others, yet despite pistóliphobia, she has no trouble knifing Eric, so she definitely doesn't have aichmophobia! How did this knifing come about?

Well, they decide to go climb the Hancock building so they can spy on Erudite, but as they get set to leave the lobby and head outdoors, they're confronted by Dauntless traitors outside. The entire Dauntless non-traitor group freezes and so the Dauntless traitors (who henceforth and herewithin will be known as the Dumb-ass Dauntless or Dumb-asses for short) are able to stun everyone with their simulation guns (no, the gun isn't simulated, it's real, but the round it fires facilitates a simulation in anyone it hits, thereby rendering them helpless). The Dumb-ass Dauntless attack is 100% successful despite there being loyal Dauntless guards always on duty in the lobby for the very purpose of repelling such an assault, so once again Roth completely betrays Dauntless - either that or the Dauntless loyals are as big a bunch of wusses as Triscuit is. From here onwards, they shall be known as Wuss-ass Dauntless, or Wuss-asses for short.

The point of the raid is to get a couple of divergents to experiment on. This completely betrays the fiction confection that the Erudite faction knows how to function. If they were smart, they would have raided the factionless to get the divergents since the factionless discard pack is composed of a wealth of them. Why would they raid a guarded Candor building instead? Hey, this is the kind of story Roth writes. Perhaps they purposefully took the road more troublesomely traveled precisely because they're Dumb-asses? But then that would be a betrayal of the strength of their coalition with Erudite, wouldn't it?

So what happens is that the divergents don't get knocked out by these simulant guns which the Dumb-ass Dauntless are using, so they're easy to pick out. Triscuit excels herself here, rising to new levels of incompetence. Since she's too chicken to carry a gun, she hides behind the other Dauntlesses, using them as a human shield. When a gas grenade lands near her, instead of tossing it out of the lobby she tosses it deeper into the lobby! Oookay! They later learn that the needle was the transmitter portion of the simulation treatment, whereas the gas grenade was the actual simulant in aerosol form, so Triscuit actually helped the Dumb-asses. They later determine that the transmitter is a long-lasting variety, so now the DEA can run a simulation and take over the other factions whenever they want.

Why the Dumb-asses don't simply grab the first two divergents they find and run with them is another mystery, Instead, they parade around the whole building herding up the divergents and this is how Triscuit the wuss is discovered: she failed to grab a gun and so was easily overcome, but when Eric starts getting in her face about whether she's a double or a triple divergent, she stabs him without reserve or hesitation. I guess the Dumb-ass Dauntless don't search their captives for weapons, and evidently Eric the Dumb-ass Dauntless was ditch-deep dumb because despite the fact that he pressed firmly up against Triscuit from behind, while restraining her, he never once detected that she had a knife in her back pocket!.

I've just finished two or so hours out in the yard and I wanted to lay down on the couch with a cup of hot tea with some honey in it and read a couple of chapters, but the next chapter in line is 17 and it's such an ungodly mess that if I don't blog it "live" as I read it, I'm going to forget all Le Stupide that I encounter (and this is after reading only three pages of it!).

Sixteen ends with Toby-ass telling Triscuit to drop the knife (because she's just a weak girl who doesn't know what she's doing and he's the strong manly man who gets to tell her what to do for her own good, you know). Seventeen begins with this sentence: "Tobias tells me this story." Roth has painted herself into a corner here because she insisted upon telling this story from Triscuit's PoV, but that means she can't tell us anything that Triscuit doesn't witness first hand. If we have to learn something that happened to someone else, they have to tell Triscuit so we can know it, but that's not what she does here. For the first time she simply tells the story from the third person, but there's only this limp line of 3 very faint asterisks (not asterixes!) which in the collector's edition appeared very faintly at the top of the right-hand page facing the one where the chapter starts. Tightly focused on the story as I was, I completely missed them! Toby-ass's story is only three paragraphs, ending at the bottom of the page containing the chapter header, but I was all the way down the next page and onto the page after that before I started thinking, "What the hell?".

What really triggered this was when I read about Triscuit removing the dart which contained the simulation drug, and it made absolutely no sense whatsoever! I was thinking that this had happened to Toby-ass, but then I started wondering if I'd missed something and we were now back in Triscuit's PoV (which we were), but it made even less sense then. I had to go back and re-read those three pages, and it was only then that I registered the three asterisks! Confusing! But all my dumb fault.

Here's the problem with the drug dart: It's a needle about the length of Triscuit's pinkie (little) finger, and at the outside end, it has a small disk about the size of her little finger nail, so the needle is like a nail. This takes place right after we read of Toby-ass telling her to drop the knife, but she's not with Toby-ass, she's in the bathroom. We've had no notification of her changing her location, nor of where she moved to. We just read of her removing this Dumb-ass Dauntless Jacket which she'd appropriated as a disguise in the previous chapter. So she has to remove this jacket to see the needle, but here's the question: given that the needle has a flange of about a quarter inch, how did it penetrate her clothing (she was wearing a zipped up jacket) to the point where it's snugly against her skin with no fabric between it and the skin? And how did it penetrate her shoulder so deeply without hitting any bone?

The needle isn't barbed, yet Triscuit cannot extract it without using her knife (the one Toby-ass made her drop!) as a lever to pull it with. If it was purely in skin and muscle, it would have been relatively simple to pull it out. If it was in bone, it would have hurt as Triscuit claims it did, but it would likely have snapped if she'd tried to lever it out as she describes. Confusing! But the only thing which really bothers Triscuit, who was raised all her life in Abnegation and was then taught how to be super tough in Dauntless, is that she absolutely must apply some salve to her jaw before it bruises! Oh my! And those fingernail marks on her skin are so disgusting. Seriously, I've come to the only logical conclusion that Triscuit isn't divergent or trivergent, but univergent, yet she isn't one of the five families, er factions; no, Triscuit is the founder member of the sixth faction, the Barbies! Yeay! She probably thinks math is hard....

A serious problem with seventeen is that it reveals with stark clarity what a bunch of little wusses the entire Dauntless faction is! First in that the Wuss-asses could not defend the Candor compound. Second in that, via Toby-ass's tale, we discover that once the Dumb-ass crew were surrounded, they ran away!. How one runs away when one is surrounded is a complete mystery which not even Roth's best miraculous (god helped her write this story according to her acknowledgment page) deus ex machina can salvage, but it completely betrays the claim that Dauntless faction members are fierce and brave, and aggressive! It deteriorates further from there, though! Triscuit spends all night pulling needles out of other people, so I guess the Dauntless crew are also wimps when it comes to needles!

Apparently the Dumb-asses were such exceptional shots that every single needle went into someone's arm (except Triscuit, of course, and that's no doubt because she's divergent!). At any rate, the arm is the only location from which Triscuit is pulling needles! Evidently none of the Wuss-ass Dauntless crew can do it for themselves or help to do it for others, and the candor people are honestly useless. It smarts too much for the erudite to do it, and the abnegation people think it would be too prideful to pretend they could do anything for themselves. Amity is into drugs so they would no doubt leave it be. So that just leaves Triscuit who - despite this swollen jaw marring her flawless beauty - nevertheless sacrifices her own personal comfort and works through the mild but persistently intrusive pain to serve others like the good little Abnegator she is.

What really confuses me is that Triscuit not only heard what Eric and some other Dumb-ass Dauntless crew-member were discussing about the purpose of this assault, she was also party to Eric's monologuing when she was captured, and yet she inexplicably starts tossing ideas back and forth about what the purpose of this assault was! She considers that the needles might be poisoned, even though she knows perfectly well they were not. She wonders why the assault was made even thought she knows perfectly well why it was made. She wonders what the Dumb-asses were after even though she knows perfectly well what they were after. She wonders what they hoped to achieve even though she knows perfectly well what they hoped to achieve! Maybe Triscuit should be on the Dumb-ass faction, too? Did I mention that her jaw is swollen?

So Triscuit finally gets a chance to go to the cafeteria despite her swollen jaw, and runs into her brother (fortunately not literally and not jaw first), who is seriously concerned about that swell jaw she's now sporting. Maybe this is her signature: from now on, she will always have an injury for us to fret over, switching them out like a chain smoker. But we have more important things to deal with now: this paragon of charm and empathy reveals that "I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn't need my brother any more..."! What?! What was her plan: was she going to trade him in for a new knife? But no, the answer is revealed! She wants him to go get her some food because she has to talk with Toby-ass and obviously has no time for pointless pursuits like grabbing something to eat before she goes to talk to Toby-ass! Erudite boy sees absolutely no problem with this and toddles off to do her bidding. I was expecting to turn the page and read him saying, "As you wish."!

She finds Toby-ass and his first concern is her jaw, which is swell, but he follows it with an inquiry into her state of mind because this fully-trained but extremely delicate Dauntless girl stabbed someone! Oh. My. God! She wants to tell him about Marcus, who she has learned escaped the Amity compound with his Peter they both made it to Gondor! Er, Candor! But despite his chewing her out earlier about not telling him anything, she refrains from telling him anything because they are in the cafeteria - or is it Kafkateria? I don't know. So many weird things are happening in here, who can tell? God only knows what would happen if she revealed the dread secret of Marcus in the... Kafkateria! Toby-ass would no doubt morph into a berserker, rampaging, and sacking, and burning people's houses, raping their womenfolk or whoever happened to be about, and carrying off treasure in his douche canoe which looks remarkably like a Viking longboat. FOR GOD'S SAKE DO NOT TELL HIM ABOUT MARCUS! Triscuit decides to start acting selfishly....

So she tells Toby-ass she needs to talk to him, but not in the Kafkateria. Unfortunately, on the way out, some people taunt Toby-ass about the return of his father, so he learns of it in the cafeteria anyway. I guess if Triscuit hadn't been so selfish she could have prepared him for this, but she decided to go all selfish and well, there you go. Despite his now knowing, they still go somewhere as though she's going to tell him this secret he now knows! So when they get there, Toby-ass asks her if this secret she would reveal was Marcus's arrival and she denies it and tries to launch into a discussion of the simulation drugs, but instead, Toby-ass chews her out for doing precisely the things the Dauntless crew have been taught to do ever since she joined them!

Later, at the Candor meeting, Jack Kang, the leader of Candor invites the divergent forward to hear their opinions and then disses every one of them. He does describe Triscuit accurately based on what we've been shown of her so far in this novel: a little girl, and he disses her and Toby-ass's suggestions despite asking for them! No one speaks up in their defense. King Kang wants to meet the leader of Erudite to talk peace despite this brutal and unprovoked attack. Jack Kang is a moron who reminds me of Neville Chamberlain, and who is doubtlessly going to die at some point.

Here are some fun exercises to help maintain your interest in this novel (believe me, you'll need something, and I don’t recommend drugs):

  1. Count the number of times where Triscuit states "I have never (insert random activity), and I never will".
  2. Count how many times Triscuit consecutively says the same thing twice.
  3. Count the number of times where Triscuit agonizes over Will's death.
  4. Count how many times Triscuit reveals that despite being a successful young Dauntless candidate, she has all the physical fitness and stamina of a debilitated retiree.
  5. Count the number of times Triscuit aches, hurts, or is sore.
  6. Keep your eyes open for fun sentences like this: "...the moon is bright enough that I can walk by it without too much trouble." (Think about it!).

Roth is obsessed with the numbers 7 and 12. 7 is the number of the divine in Judaism. Triscuit's truth serum interrogation with Candor was set for 7pm and she was told this at noon. King Kang's meeting with Jeanine's representative was at 7am, and Triscuit thought about this twelve hours before, at 7pm. Of course, Triscuit once again failed to arm herself, so she failed to shoot Jeanine even though she had quickly figured out that the Erudite leader was indeed close by, but as we shall see, the last thing anyone is really aiming to do is take out Jeanine and thereby end this mess. No, we have a trilogy to complete and we’re going full spread ahead and damn the torpedoes which are hitting us harder in the ass with very page we turn.

We learn that two spies have returned from Erudite, but they evidently learned not a thing - or if they did, we sure learned nothing of what they learned. This is an epic fail as we shall see later, but for now, let’s take a moment to mourn the sad fact that this kind of thing - story lines which go nowhere - isn't confined to this one incident. Consider for example the plan to climb the Hancock building to spy on Erudite, which was interrupted by the Dumb-ass Dauntless attack. This plan is completely forgotten and not only never carried out, but it’s never mentioned again! Some plan. This is a second epic fail tied very much to the failure of the spies, as we shall see in a little while.

But let me admit here that I was wrong about Eric the half-a-B. I thoght he'd live on, but he's dead meat, summarily shot by Toby-ass. I was surprised by that. Not by him being killed without even a pretense of a trial and not by the fact that Triscuit isn’t even remotely shocked or nauseated by this latest example of barbarity, but by him being killed off. I thought they would keep him for his bug-a-bear value (which is why he's only half a B), but since we still have the Evil Queen Jeanine in the role, I guess Eric wasn't important enough to keep around. The question is, can we be assured that they're not going to kill off Jeanine no matter how many glaring opportunities present themselves for them to do so (more on this anon), because she is now the last evil monarch remaining.

This novel seems like all we're getting is Roth's random ruminations®. Whatever wild idea crosses her "lateral prefrontal cortex" (which Roth mistakenly thinks is the brain's pleasure center) got typed right out and became integrated into the story. I'm really a bit surprised not to read 'and then' frequently in this fable: "Triscuit got depressed and then she cried and then she fantasized about Toby-ass, who is selflessly growing bangs into his eyes as fast as he can" because it’s that kind of breathless child-like relation of a tale which is what this novel feels like all too often. Hey, when Beatrice offends, is this a Prior offense...? I had to seriously wonder why Triscuit is made to appear far younger than her sixteen years, especially given how much tough training she's received at the hands of her manly tutors when she joined Dauntless just a month or so before. Even Roth is aware of this, as highlighted by her own reference to it, put into in Jeanine's mouth when Triscuit turns herself in.

The most glaring thing about this novel is that Triscuit is the diametric opposite of what she was in volume 1 and for no good reason. Rather than being toughened up, she's retrogressing into a childlike state, and the retardation evidently isn't just mental, it's apparently physical. Consider this sentence from Roth: "He sits on the edge of the bed and I stand in front of him and we're finally eye to eye." So is Triscuit a midget? Is she eight years old? Why would Roth champion her as a can-do candidate in volume one and then destroy all that by making her into the nary sue of volume 2? If the novel had been written in the third person it wouldn't have seemed quite so bad, but all this self-pity is nothing but nauseating in the first person.

The massive failure of Dauntless as an entity is another bizarre factor in this novel's failure. After volume 1, where we get slammed time after time after time with how tough Dauntless is, how supreme, how powerful, how aggressive and how fearless, time after time in this volume we discover how useless they are, how inert, how incapable, how worthless as a defensive force, and how incapable they are of formulating any kind of a strategy or battle plan! This entire novel is one of placid non-reactivity on the part of the Wuss-asses - hence their well-deserved name. What's almost equally bizarre is that Toby-ass, an instructor for Dauntless, and in this volume now a leader, constantly berates Triscuit for acting like Dauntless faction member should act! Or at least should act given what we were forced to swallow in volume 1! Go figure!

Check out this brain-dead sequence: Christina, who pretty much detests Triscuit for firing at Will, comes to get her - not one of the leaders or anyone else, but Triscuit, the person she most despises - when an Erudite initiated simulation causes some Wuss-asses to kill themselves. Christina fails to tell Triscuit what’s going on, and Triscuit robotically fails to ask, merely following her like a blind lamb to the slaughter. Triscuit exhibits this specific behavior repeatedly in this volume. Triscuit isn’t even remotely suspicious of this girl who, for all she knows, hates her and is plotting retaliation. Triscuit fails to alert anyone and follows with mute acquiescence. The astounding incompetence of these two results in two more deaths. When they get up to the roof, Triscuit discovers that her friend Marlene, Lynn's young brother Hector, and one other are being coerced (by a simulation) to throw themselves off the roof to their death. And where the heck do these names come from? Uriah? Zeke? Hector? Toby-ass? I'm forced to consider the possibility that it was God Himself gave those names to Roth with a divine edict to employ them. He did co-write this novel with her, after all.

So what happened here is that the Dumb-asses have invoked a simulation on three of the Wuss-asses, forcing them up the roof where they're about to plunge to their deaths. The Dumb-asses know what's going on because the Wuss-asses have exhibited remarkable incompetence in their failure to blind all the cameras in the Dauntless compound. Why? They chose to have a paintball fight instead! I am not making this up! Because Christina came down and got Triscuit, and Triscuit alerted no one else, there is no one to restrain two of the three subjects as they throw themselves off the roof and die. Triscuit manages to save Hector. Christina doesn’t even try to save anyone. If they had recruited just four more people, there would have been more than enough to save all three lives.

There is more incompetence here than just Triscuit's and Christina's. Why would the Dumb-asses pull this demo of their power in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep, and there's no one to witness it?! Why not do it in front of everyone in the middle of the day? And why wait until Christina has got Triscuit to come along, but no one else?! The result of this could have backfired. It could have been that everyone thought Christina and Triscuit had killed those three. But then, that's why they're the Dumb-asses, isn’t it?! Naturally Triscuit blames herself for all three deaths, and heaps this on top of her already overwhelming guilt, which is fair I suppose since she could have done a lot better. Never once does she consider Christina culpable, because Triscuit is painfully stupid despite baing an Erudite candidate. Actually maybe because she's such a candidate, since the Erudites are clearly stupid too.

There is a far more serious problem here, unfortunately. Recall that in the attack on the Candor building, the Dumb-asses needed both a transmitter, and a simulant. The transmitter was injected (and not single thought has been expended on how to remove or neutralize the transmitter!) via the needles which were fired at so many people, and the simulant was administered via the gas grenades. So my question is: where is the simulant in this assault on those three roof-top flyers? None was administered. The only permanent thing is the transmitter! Roth doesn't so much as gloss over this as completely fail to explain it.

This is what I mean by Roth's behavior pattern of tossing out random and ill-conceived ideas instead of creating a coherent narrative and molding that into an engaging story. I've mentioned this before in reviews, but it’s worth bringing up again: I can forgive a lot of holes in a story if the story itself is worthy. If your fiction engages my mind and pulls me along, I'm in, but even the best written story opens itself to endless nitpicking if it fails in the critical arena of proving itself to be a gripping yarn. If it fails to provide a decent ongoing narrative and if it fails in generally maintaining a respectable level of suspension of disbelief, then it fails as a novel and all there is for the reader to do is pick at the loose threads until they unravel like a badly composed Boléro.

I don’t demand that a novel be perfect. None is. It doesn't have to be perfect. I don't ask for a flawless story, and I sure don't claim to write flawless ones myself! All I ask is that the writer tell me a good story; take me somewhere I've never been; introduce me to someone interesting and fun, someone I've never met but would like to meet. You give me that, and I'm yours, and your story will be embraced, warts and all. The problem is that Roth isn't even pretending that she needs to fabricate a decent story; she's just palming us off with a fabrication, and stringing together two dozen plot holes and telling me it's crochet is just going to get me crotchety.

So Triscuit predictably declares herself the scapegoat of Gethsemane, and offers herself like the Messiah in the park in the dark. She outright lies to Toby-ass, for which I hope he will never forgive her but for which the moron doubtlessly will forgive her, and she bows down to terrorism rather than trying to use her erudition skills to figure out a solution. Never once does the thought even cross her mind that Jeanine will not keep her word, indeed has no incentive to! Never once does she entertain the idea that her sacrifice for all humankind will actually benefit the devil and give her more power to continue to harm the Wuss-asses regardless of what happens to Triscuit. On her way out the door, she tells Christina to find out what Marcus knows, and Christina is so monumentally stupid that she doesn’t figure out that Triscuit is going to turn herself in to the Erudite.

But it gets worse. When Triscuit hikes over to the Erudite compound (complaining all the way of what a chore it is to have to actually walk several blocks), she discovers that the compound is completely unguarded and unprotected. If the Wuss-asses went over there, they could walk in and take over the entire building, but erudite candidate and Dauntless graduate Triscuit never even notices the lax security, let alone considers haring back to the Dauntless compound with this amazing piece of extremely valuable intelligence. This is a revelation which the two spies should already have conveyed but spectacularly failed to do so! It is also a revelation which, if they actually had completed their plan of scaling the Hancock building to spy on the Erudite compound, the Wuss-asses would also have discovered.

So Triscuit once more bemoans her fate and the Erudite people conduct some sims on her, all of which fail because she's quite evidently magic girl on whom no sims work. The funny thing is that Triscuit, who hates Peter, is joking and flirting with him throughout her captivity! This is Peter who put out her friend Edward's eye for no reason other than pure jealousy, in volume 1 of this trilogy. Worse than this, Triscuit at one point has the opportunity to stab Jeanine in the eye with a needle (which they stupidly give her so she can inject herself), yet she goes right ahead and injects herself. Given the revelation which comes shortly afterwards, this behavior is utterly, absolutely, completely, and in every other way inconceivably moronic. Except in a Veronica Roth novel, evidently.

So what comes later? Well Triscuit accidentally runs into Toby-ass, now a prisoner. Rather than kill him outright - a Dauntless faction leader! - the Dumb-asses let him hang around. They use Triscuit to force Toby-ass to betray the location of the factionless safe houses, and Toby-ass, a supposed Dauntless leader and instructor, spills every last detail and doesn't even feel remotely bad about it. Do they kill him then? Nope! Toby-ass even escapes at one point, takes Triscuit with him and then surrenders! Still they don’t kill him. Erudite my ass.

Instead, these geniuses decide to kill Triscuit! Now this is the one person who actually is immune to their drugs - the one who they truly need to figure out (by their estimation), but rather than pursue this course, they decide to kill her and substitute Toby-ass, who is far more troublesome, and from whom they could learn far less. I say, 'by their estimation' because all the Erudite have to do in reality (this reality, that is) is to kill all the divergent, and their problem is solved. They don't need a drug. For that matter, why even bother killing them? There are so few of them that they cannot possibly pose a threat, yet genius Jeanine is obsessing on them. Wouldn’t it be funny if she turned out to be one? And in true Star Wars tradition, also turned out to be Triscuit's real mom! Heh!

But we know Triscuit is never going to die because this is only volume 2 of a trilogy! Does Roth really think she's ramping up the stakes and making us sit on the edge of our seats? She's delusional if she does. So no, of course Triscuit doesn’t die. There's a traitor in the midst of the genius Erudite compound, and it’s Peter! Yes, he's a spy for the Wuss-asses.

So please, someone help me out here. I have two serious problems with this. Here's the first: Peter is a spy. He's working for the Wuss-asses, but he's embedded in the Erudite compound. Given that, what in god's name was the motive for Toby-ass breaking in there? And this is the same Toby-ass who was lecturing Triscuit not long before about not taking stupid risks??? His purported motive was to discover where the Erudite control rooms were. Peter couldn’t pass this information on?!! And Toby-ass was in one of these two control rooms. He had the chance to completely destroy it, but he failed to do so! This fable has now adventured well beyond Le Stupide and has spliced its drooling, slack-jawed visage deeply into the USB (unevacuated stinking butt-hole) port of the monumentally microencephalic.

Here's my second problem, and this makes the first look like a mere hiccup. You recall when Triscuit had a needle in her hand and failed to plunge it into Jeanine's eye? Guess who the only other person in the room was? Yep, it was Peter the spy. Eric and Max are already dead at this point. Triscuit and Peter could have taken out Jeanine right there and then, thereby completely chopping the head off the Erudite faction. They could have ended this whole war right there, yet both of them epically failed.

I'm sorry, but this cheap-ass excuse for an action adventure is total trash. My only purpose in finishing it now is to expose it for what it is by digging up the rest of the dirt and airing it in public. So continuing in this vein, Peter, Triscuit and Toby-ass escape down the garbage chute in true Star Wars fashion (honestly), and Triscuit decides that the best way to escape the Erudite pursuers is to be illogical because the logical Erudite people will never find them that way! Seriously? Since when did logic become the defining factor of the Erudite? It used to be smarts, not logic! But get Triscuit's brilliant idea: don't run, quietly hide instead. So they fire their gun to shatter a window to get into a building. I am not kidding you. They way to avoid the brilliant Erudite pursuers is to loudly fire a gun, smash a window, and then hide in the building which the gunshot and the shattered glass unmistakeably point out. I think even microencephalic is too generous for this level of numb-nuttery.

Well I pretty much skipped chapters 25 and 26 (or somewhere around there) because, amazingly, they were in almost exactly imitation of my joke! I expected Roth to start writing "and then she did this and then she did that" like a lower school writing assignment! These chapters spew out the most pointless and tedious details of completely uninteresting crap. But one part was actually interesting given this other joke I'd made about Triscuit being the Messiah: Toby-ass washes her feet! I am not making this stuff up. I now expect Triscuit to be transfigured and rise up to Heaven at the conclusion of this trilogy!

As if telling her chosen disciple Toby-ass one humongous lie wasn't enough, Triscuit lies again to him in a situation where she should definitely have trusted him. The Factionless and Dauntless (FAD) coalition plans on raiding the Erudite compound and destroying all their information, which is considered to be their power. But get this: the raid isn’t to take place immediately, it’s to take place three days hence (another number which has religious significance!). What in the name of ass-backwards bone-headed dim-wittedness was the "planning" behind that brain-dead decision? To give time for the Erudite goons to learn of this plan from their spies? To give them ample opportunity to shore up their defenses (which they do)? No, there is no reason for this decision aside from sheer incompetence in telling this fable. I guess we ought to be grateful that at least it’s not seven or twelve days....

Roth employs uses the verb "to inch"! That reminds me of a biography someone wrote about the creator of James Bond: Ian Fleming. I may be misremembering this (I sure don't remember who wrote the biography!), but I recall the writer mentioning that none other than Noël Coward had taken Fleming to task on his turning of the noun into a verb, and Coward declined it for him along the lines of "I inch, Thou inchest..."! I found that immensely amusing, but the fact remains that language isn't what's written in some dictionary, or in some grammar manual somewhere. Language is what's spoken the street, and I don't think it's ever been more dynamic than we find in the English language today.

It’s an exciting time, and while I often rail at misused or misspoken words, and at bad grammar, I also realize we can’t stop it, so we need to find a way, if not to embrace it then to turn this trend to our advantage as writers. In this particular case with the inch (and should we now change it to the centimeter?!), it would probably behoove a writer to employ, instead of something like "I inched my way along the ledge" to write something more like "I navigated the narrow ledge by inches". A simple dedication to subtle changes like that - a kind of retro-writing, rebelling against the new norm - might make the difference between your novel being a part of the herd, and to it standing out in an editor's - or more importantly these days of self-publishing - in your reader's mind.

Triscuit and her token black friend Christina head off over to the Amity compound with Marcus (is his last name 'Asdoomed'?!). Once again Triscuit immediately does someone else's bidding, allowing herself to be drawn into the Amity people's prayer to a god who never lifted a finger to help them, but instead, quite evidently gave this society the finger. She becomes aware of her weakness for once, but instead of simply sitting this one out, this brave Dauntless girl runs away like a child, until her lungs burn, which (given her fitness level) is probably only about ten yards or so.

Roth's stereotyping reaches hitherto unattained heights when she declares all Erudite faction members, without exception, to be wearers of eye-glasses! I guess they’re not smart enough to have come up with a fix for eye problems, or even to wear contact lenses?

Triscuit's plan is to seek the advice of the Eyeglass faction which is in hiding at Amity. This is bordering on the insanely stupid because the Eyeglass-wearers have yet to prove that they have any smarts whatsoever as judged by their behavior in this novel so far, but they're logically stupid so that's all right then! They tell Triscuit that instead of storing the information she wishes to retrieve on a disk, she should just transmit it to the other factions over the network. Cara advises them that it will then be impossible to destroy, but I guess she's not so smart because whatever can be sent over the network can also be deleted over the network! Does Roth not know this?

As they're about to enter the Erudite compound, Triscuit chooses a taser because she's still terrified of guns. Roth tells us that her heart beats so hard that it marks each second. I can only conclude that either it isn't really beating that hard, or they must have remarkably short seconds in Roth World™.

Now the Erudite compound is surrounded by guards (for no apparent reason, unless the Erudite actually do know about the FAD invasion plan)! Scores of armed Candor drones surround the building! The FAD coalition blew it by delaying their assault, but at least now the attack can get good and bloody. Triscuit has to try and sneak in by some alternate stealthy means. Of course 'stealthy', in Roth’s dictionary, means shooting off a loud gun again and thereby destroying all hope of secrecy! This marks twice that Roth has made this glaring mistake.

They climb to a floor where they have a window opposite which, when broken, will allow them direct access across the alley to the Erudite building. They decide to use a device which will break windows sonically, but even though this device can shatter all the windows on both sides of the alley, they somehow feel they have to get it across to the other window rather than simply set it off on the window ledge where they're at. Note that despite the fact that the other building is very close by, the candor drones are apparently literally surrounding the building - not just blocking off the alley but right down there in the alley!

Now please prepare yourself for Le Stupide to be ramped up higher than you or I ever thought Roth capable, because she outdoes herself in the next few scenes. They get a ladder and use it as a bridge to the other window, then they toss the disk which shatters every window in both buildings all the way down to the ground. The mindless drones fire one shot each into the air and then resume their guarding duty, and not one single Erudite person looks out to see what the hell is going on with all these windows shattering!

They crawl across the ladder and enter the building, but when Fernando, the eyeglass-wearing Erudite (because you know it’s quite illegal to be Erudite sans eye-wear), puts his eyeglasses in his pocket, they promptly fall out and drop to the ground. The candor drones do not fire at the source of the noise (the glasses impacting the ground), but fire wildly up into the air, thereby killing Fernando! (Cue ABBA). When Triscuit arrives in the bathroom across the alley, a woman comes out of one of the stalls, and this genius accepts it as perfectly normal and even logical that fellow Erudites will shatter all windows and enter the building on the fifth floor or wherever they are, rather than use elevators or stairs. She happily romps off without even dreaming of raising any alarm!

Now recall that the entire complement of windows on this entire side of the building have been literally shattered. It starts to rain, and Triscuit is momentarily freaked out by the rain "hitting the window". WHAT WINDOW??? So the crew exits the bathroom, whereupon Triscuit remembers that she left her stunner in the bathroom - this is the Dauntless girl with Erudite extensions. She simply sighs, "Oh well" and toddles off without taking five seconds to recover her only weapon, thereby once again leaving herself unarmed in a crucially important situation. She's evidently given up on wearing a knife - I think that was because the silver of the blade conflicted with her Amity dress. It turns out that the Factionless-Dauntless attack was not set for three days hence after all, because, in a miraculous coincidence, it's taking place precisely at the same time that Triscuit and crew and breaking in! How delightfully convenient.

They find the control room, but they cannot access Jeanine's super secret info stash, since it’s not on those computers. The funny thing is that (you may recall) Toby-ass was scouting out the control rooms so they could be destroyed in the attack, yet despite both Edward and Tori, a Dauntless leader, being in the vicinity, there's not one single FAD person doing anything to the control room!

So they climb the stairs to try and reach the Jeanine's private office. This is Triscuit's logic: The information is precious to Jeanine, so let's not go to the highly secure lab; it's far more likely that she keeps this vitally important info in her unlocked office! They unexpectedly run into Edward on the stairs. I guess they weren't keeping an eye out for him! Even though he's on their side and has no idea what they’re up to, he refuses to let them up the stairs. They fight and Edward gets shot. Obviously he's not a patch on them. Upstairs, Triscuit enters the lab and is hit by a simulation where she has to fight herself. Despite all these delays, she still gets to Tori before Tori kills Jeanine! What was Tori doing all this time? Chatting her up? And how come Jeanine never destroyed the information before they arrived?

Since Triscuit tried to save Jeanine just long enough to figure out how to access the info on her computer, Tori immediately brands this girl (who she knows very well), as a traitor and without further ado, Triscuit is arrested! She begs Toby-ass to listen to her, but he's pissed, as he should be, for her lying to him. At that point she tries to have the conversation with him which she should have had two days ago, but gives up almost immediately, and clams-up completely in a flood of self pity instead of trying to convey the vital importance of this information!

So how does this end? Well it doesn't - it's open to volume 3, but the link is so abysmally weak that it doesn't even merit the name. Essentially the insanely valuable, super-secret file on Jeanine's computer is some chick popping up on a video and saying that, hey, guess what, there are people outside of Chicago and only the divergents can save you now! I am not kidding you. Does she give any details? Nope. Does she say exactly why the divergents are valuable, no! That's how completely FUBAR this volume is. By all means buy it so you can immediately recycle it. We can use the toilet paper.