Archive for January, 2011

Bloodshot

Monday, January 31st, 2011

Bloodshot/Cherie Priest

Ballentine Spectra, 2011

I thought I’d take a break from Gilgamesh and The Book Thief—and that may be the first time those two books showed up in the same sentence—so I read Cherie Priest’s urban fantasy Bloodshot over the weekend. 

The book is fun.  It’s not a long read, under 100,000 words.  Raylene Pender, our first-person narrator, is a vampire and a master thief who is hired by another vampire to steal some mysterious papers from a government facility. The caper turns out to be more complicated, and more personal, than Raylene expects. 

Priest seems to be still working out both the biological and political systems that support her vampires.  Since she uses a quote from The Princess Bride herself in the book, so will I: Priest’s vampires aren’t exactly undead, they’re only “mostly dead.”  It’s an interesting, if risky, choice. 

Raylene narrates with a breezy, blog-like style that works most of the time. She is supposed to be a flapper, turned into a vampire in 1929, but there is no 1920s sensibility here.  She is a Millennial from the toes of her stylish ankle-boots to the lid of her “wee laptop.” That isn’t really a problem, although I have a hard time believing someone who came of age in the 1920s wouldn’t retain some of those memories (she does have a story about meeting Dashiell Hammet when she was a child). 

The reader will have to consciously suspend disbelief at times; less about Raylene’s vampirism than about the prodigious amount of swag she has kept over the decades; less about the secret “government project” than about the sketchily defined, Mob-like vampire houses and their hierarchy. There is enough action happening to make the willing suspension of disbelief pretty easy. My favorite scene in the book is a cellphone conversation between Raylene and a teenaged squatter in one of her hidey-holes, as she guides him, from memory, through the air ducts and out of the structure, which is being searched by bad government Men in Black.  The scene does not have a lot to do with the immediate plot, but it is edge-of-your-chair suspenseful.

The book is set squarely in familiar territory with a few refreshing twists, like another vampire’s ability to control the weather, and Adrian/Sister Rose.  Adrian/Sister Rose is (are?) the most intriguing character (characters?) in the book. 

Priest isn’t interested in re-inventing the vampire mythos here.  She just wants her readers to have a good time.  I say get on your climbing gear, bring your night-vision goggles, and enjoy the ride.

The Cavalier in the Yellow Doublet

Sunday, January 30th, 2011

The Cavalier in the Yellow Doublet:Arturo Perez-Reverte

G.P Putnam’s Sons, 2003

When your action novel hero is a battle-hardened soldier, death alone is not enough of a threat to the character.  The writer’s challenge is to find something more serious, a bigger loss to the hero than just his or her life.  For Diego Alatriste of Reverte’s Captain Alatriste series, it’s the notion of honor, and Alatriste’s honor and reputation are on the line in this adventure. 

Of the four Alatriste books I have read, this seems the most like the Dumas adventures that Reverte loves so much.  Alatriste and Inigo, his ward and the narrator of the books, have friends in high and low places, but Alatriste’s dalliance with an actress suddenly threatens his high-placed friendships.  Alatriste soon discovers that there is more involved than just a rivalry for the actress’s affections.  Inigo, meanwhile, is drawn further into intrigue by the beautiful she-devil Angelica, niece to one of Alatriste’s most powerful enemies at court. Inigo’s constant, plaintive refrain that he knows he can’t trust her but “I was in love,” reminds us that even though he is also a veteran of siege and battle, he is a sixteen-year-old boy in love for the first time. 

Reverte has cleverly chosen to have Inigo, as an old man, reminiscing about this time in his life, so he can use the first-person point of view most of the time, but still slip into third person and share information Inigo could not have known as events were happening.  This is a bit gimmicky but works smoothly here, especially in the last third of the book when the action heats up.  Like other Alatriste books, it is a bit leisurely at the beginning, but Reverte’s descriptions of Madrid, and insights, in Inigo’s voice, about Spain at the time make the book interesting. Alatriste has surrounded himself with poets and playwrights, and bits of verse and witty observations about the human condition fill all of the books; this one is no exception. 

At the end of this book one of Alatriste’s adversaries has been bested, but the Captain’s powerful enemies will be even more cautious and deceptive now.  The last few lines of the book are priceless. 

This was an enjoyable read and does the series justice.

The Comeback Girl

Thursday, January 27th, 2011

Al hail to you, Sarah Palin, limelight-hugging Queen of the Kodiak! 

They said they had “Palin fatigue.”  They said you weren’t news.  They said they could ignore you. 

Would you stand still for that?  No!  You showed them. 

First of all, you wore that 1980’s vintage silvery Dancin’ Queen roller-disco jacket and those big eyelashes a la Tammy Faye Baker.  Awesome! 

You had us there.  They blogs would have gyrated for days:  “What was she wearing?  Was that her hair?”  You could have stopped—but oh, no.  Not you, not there, not when there was so much more to be achieved. You gave a critique of the State of the Union address. 

Yes, Sarah, it was a “Win The Future” moment, even if you did only use the initials. 

You said, “Well, speaking of last night, that was a tough speech to sit through and kind of try to stomach. . .” 

I know!  His speeches are hard to sit through because you can’t surf or play a game on your hand-held.  He actually makes points and you have to pay attention.  It can make your head hurt.  

But then you got to the “Sputnik moment,” or, as you’d prefer, the “Spudnuts moment.”  Oh, my gosh.  From the second sentence (or maybe it was the first—you do kinda talk in run-ons) when you used “aspire” instead of “inspire,”  to “inevitable” instead of “eventual,” (because if it were inevitable, then Sputnik couldn’t have caused it, because it would have been. . . inevitable. . . See how well you did that?) you launched a tour-de-force flight of fact-free, wrong-worded, incoherent fancy that nearly reached stratospheric levels. (Get one of your kids to Google “stratosphere” so you’ll know that I thought you were really, really high.) 

But it was the Spudnuts Bakery riff that gets you a seat in the Baffling Celebrity Hall of Fame.  

The audacity!  To pick the first website that did come up in Google after you misspelled Sputnik (what other explanation can there be?) and quote the website verbatim;—that means “word for word”—to choose as your local main street family business example a franchise that is both 1) global and 2) shriveling, from 200 stores to 35 in the US; to once again argue with the President by picking a story that supports many of his points . . .woman, you are freakin’ brilliant.  And to top it all off, they make potato-flour doughnuts. 

Potato-flour doughnuts. 

What a stroke of sheer strategic genius! 

Potato doughnuts.  How could we not talk about you? 

I kowtow to your awesomeness (have the kids Google “kowtow definition.”  Note; it’s not about cows.) 

President Obama, and the American people, will win the future, but you certainly won the moment.

Not talk about you?  Not talk about you?  How could we never?

Jane Eyre, Part I

Monday, January 24th, 2011

(Warning: This is a very long post.)

Chad Hull, author of the blog Fiction is So Over-Rated, and I have been having a discussion about Jane Eyre.  Chad just read it recently, and was irritated with Jane.  He wasn’t the only one; one other commenter used the word annoying to describe 19th century women characters, alluding to Jane Eyre and also the characters in Emily Bronte’s book Wuthering Heights

Chad also wondered why Edward Rochester has to lose a hand, and his sight (although that is partially restored), before he and Jane can be together.  He thought that in addition to being unfair to Edward, it weakened Jane.  “Does he really have to fall so far before she can be his equal?” It’s a powerful question, and I think the answer is, “Yes.” 

Large parts of Jane Eyre, of course, were drawn directly from Bronte’s life experience.  She and her siblings were half-orphaned by the death of their mother when Charlotte was five years old.  Charlotte, Emily and their two older sisters, Elizabeth and Maria, were sent to a school for clergy’s children, where Elizabeth and Maria died. Much of the section of Jane Eyre that takes place in Lowood came from her time at that school. 

Any book worthy of the label of classic, however, must be able to stand on its own, not merely as a reflection of the author, and Jane Eyre does this ably.  Bronte’s artistic choices go beyond fantasy wish-fulfillment or personal reactions to events in her own life.  In writing Jane Eyre, she offered up a great popular novel and a subversive critique of the values of her society. She is particularly determined to shine a bright—even harsh—light on religion and its dangers; not only hyprocrisy, but the cold soulless sanctimony that is incapable of compassion; and she wanted to show what it was like to be a woman of intelligence, insight and pride but no social standing. 

The Story 

When we meet Jane, she is that most vulnerable of society’s members; an orphan, being raised by her unloving and resentful Aunt Reed. Already her options are limited.  With a caring guardian, she might have had a position as a companion, or a chance to make an adequate marriage, but even those avenues are blocked.  Jane can grow up to become a governess, a teacher, a dressmaker, or go to a poorhouse. 

At the age of ten, Jane is sent off to Lowood, a hellish school run by the corrupt and hypocritical Mr. Brocklehurst.  Though starved, slandered and mistreated, Jane learns, and makes two friends at least, Miss Temple and Helen, a fellow student.  Helen dies of typhus, but this proves to be the scandal that sheds lights on the poor management of the school, and things get better. 

In the second part of the book, eighteen-year-old Jane comes to Thornfield Hall, a remote manor house, to accept a position as governess to the absent master’s “ward,” Adele.  Jane’s love for Rochester kindles quickly but Bronte weaves in enough weird gothic clues to build suspense; there is a strange humorless laugh that sounds through the house, a mysterious servant, and dangerous, spontaneous fires.   She adds a further complication when Rochester appears to be planning a wedding to a local aristocratic beauty, Blanche Ingram.  This nearly breaks Jane’s heart, but it turns out that Rochester is merely toying with Blanche and Jane, and that he intends to marry Jane.  It seems that she will have a chance at happiness, but the day of the wedding, a mysterious stranger reveals that Rochester is already married, that his wife is mad and he has shut her up in the attic. 

Rochester explains the story of his ill-fated first marriage to Jane and begs her to stay, but she refuses to become his mistress.  She creeps out of the house at night and wanders away across the moors, nearly dying, until she seeks shelter at a house and is rescued by Diane and Mary Rivers. Recovering from exposure, she soon meets their clergyman brother St John Rivers, Cambridge educated, bound for India to do missionary work.  Jane regains her strength, and after this period of introspection, she reaches out to Aunt Reed, forgiving her and asking for forgiveness herself.  As her reward for this act of maturity, Jane gets an inheritance, enough to keep her independent, and discovers that the Riverses are, in fact, her cousins. 

St John, who is cool and classically handsome, nothing like Rochester, turns away the woman who genuinely loves him because she is unsuitable for missionary work, but asks Jane to marry him.  He sees Jane as a partner and helpmeet.  Theirs would not be a union of passion but a partnership of good works.  Jane says no.  After a troubling psychic incident involving Rochester, she returns to Thornfield to find it destroyed by fire, and finds Rochester nearby, maimed and blinded.  The mad wife escaped from the attic and set the house on fire.  In attempting to rescue her, Rochester was caught when the roof fell in.  In his moment of extremity he called out Jane’s name, which is what she heard many miles away.  Jane and Rochester are married; soon she gives him a son and his sight begins to return. Jane, the powerless orphan, draws around her a family of husband, children and cousins. 

Commentary 

All three of the surviving Bronte sisters wrote and all three were published, but only Charlotte wanted to make a name for herself as a popular writer.  She went on to write three more books, two of which, Villette and Shirley, were published in her lifetime.  While Villette is a more mature work, neither was as successful as Jane Eyre.  Clearly, Bronte touched a chord in women readers throughout England with Jane’s story. 

Jane Eyre hewed pretty closely to the conventions of the popular novels of the time, novels written by writers like Elizabeth Gaskill. Bronte skillfully and deliberately lays the traps into which her character will fall.  The first, at Thornfield, is the choice of passion over self-respect. Jane can have love.  All she has to do is sacrifice everything for it; her identity, her integrity and her honor.  Jane says “No;” but then, in an act that seems impulsive and unthinking in such a cerebral character, runs away into the night.  Surely she could have waited until morning? This part of the book is Jane’s dark night of the soul, and in her despair, she slips back to when she was an unloved child. She is psychologically transported back to the time the Reeds locked her in the room where her uncle had died.  Powerless, helpless, Jane acts as a child and flees, without thought or sense. This is one of the character flaws Jane must overcome; before the book ends she must recognize that she is not a helpless, unwanted child but a strong woman. 

The interlude with the Rivers family provides that insight.  Jane grows spiritually by resolving things with Aunt Reed. Then Bronte gives her the second test; the loveless marriage offer from St John.  St John, while supercilious and cool, is a handsome, well-educated man, and he offers Jane a chance to be useful, something she seeks throughout the book. (In fact, Jane has a debate with Hannah, the Rivers family servant, about how a person without a house or money can still be useful and worthy of respect.)  This is the more difficult choice; a virtuous marriage without passion. If Bronte had chosen this ending, the book would probably still have been popular, for that was the choice the readers were expecting.  It would not have been a classic, because choosing it exposed none of the issues underlying a woman’s place in the Victorian social world. 

Jane refuses St John’s proposal, not once but many times, as the severe clergyman tries to wear her down with logic and by appealing to her sense of religious duty.  She is “saved” by a supernatural moment; an eerie connection with Rochester that inspires her to go back to visit him.  After a long journey, she finds Thornfield a hulking ruin, Rochester a “ruin” himself, and widowed. 

Thornfield, of course, had to be destroyed, purged by fire, because it was tainted by secrets and deception.  Bertha’s lunacy and Rochester’s lies mean that the house would never be truly Jane’s.  In that house, she would always be the little governess, the dupe, the second wife. But why does Rochester have to be so seriously injured?  The reasons are layered. 

The first reason is simply that Rochester is a hero, and like true heroes, is injured while behaving with courage and self-sacrifice.  His loss stands in stark contrast with Rivers, who will risk his health and life for the souls of strangers, never once caring for them as people.  Passionate Rochester risks his life for his servants and even the mad wife he loathes.  Having him escape unscathed would cheapen that heroic act of sacrifice.  

Secondly, Rochester is a sinner.  He has sinned before the book starts, and his treatment of Bertha, the local beauty Blanche and even Jane is selfish and unkind.  He lies. He tries to trick the woman he loves into becoming his mistress.  Bronte had a keen eye for the foibles of churches, but she was a preacher’s daughter, and she knew about right and wrong, sin and redemption.  Rochester has to pay for his bad acts. He could have lost the rest of his fortune, but this would have been another obstacle to marriage, and Bronte’s readers would have lost respect for him as the hero. 

Chad’s point was, “Did he really have to fall so far in order for Jane to be his equal?”  Jane and Edward are equals intellectually and spiritually, certainly, and in their pride.  In all other respects, they are completely unequal. Edward occupies a lofty perch of money, position and gender.  When Jane first encounters him on the road, he takes no more notice of her than of a willow tree.  It takes a fall from his horse to bring him down to earth, to her level, before he can see her.  This is not a version of “meet cute;” this is Bronte foreshadowing the reality of this relationship. In their first meeting, Rochester must lean on Jane to get where he needs to go. 

When Jane discovers the truth about Bertha, she clings to her morals, even though she is assailed by Rochester and her own desires.  Even when she is walking away from him, she calls him “sir,” and “master.”  This is not equality.  Throughout the Thornfield section, Rochester, who plainly does love Jane, refers to her in diminutive, child-like terms.  He loves her; he does not respect her and he does not have to.  Had Jane married this Rochester, a man who had not been tempered by physical suffering, he would have loved her, cosseted her, indulged her, and they would never have been equals. 

If this had been the love story of Edward and Jane, Rochester could probably have escaped with a wicked scar or two.  The name of the book, however, is Jane Eyre. Bronte wanted to demonstrate what it could cost a woman in her time to have a fulfilling, egalitarian relationship within the framework of marriage. Women of that time could not divorce, they could not own property, and they could work at a limited number of occupations.  Is Jane settling for damaged goods?  Bronte is prepared to address that as well.  Jane creates a family, deepening her relationships with her newly-discovered cousins the Rivers; she gives Rochester an heir, and then, because “God is merciful as well as just,” Rochester’s sight begins to return. 

The books ends with Jane ruminating on St John’s life in India.  For St John, good looks of an Apollonian nature, a logical mind, and the cold duty of sanctimonious virtue.  For Jane, a life battered, cluttered, not a bit pretty, but passionate and authentic.

A Character Emerges

Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

Back in November I started a first draft of an urban fantasy.  I had a placeholder character I named “Pixie.”  I chose Pixie for a couple of reasons.  The first was that I knew the character was going to be magical.   Pixie was a personal joke for me, because I knew whatever the character was, it was not going to be anything like a traditional pixie. 

A woman named Pixie works in the floral department of the neighborhood grocery store.  She’s been there for at least fifteen years, has a teenaged daughter and a sweet sense of humor.  She can do amazing things with floral arrangements and manages, now and then, to bring in startling and unusual plants and flowers.  I don’t know if the name Pixie shaped her destiny or if her destiny influenced her name, but it was probably on my mind when I was mixing up the elements of this fantasy stew. 

I knew my character worked in the “front office” in the story, and that in this book at least, he/she (I figured probably “she” but I wasn’t sure) did not figure largely, although the character would have some important role to play. 

As I began to develop the character of my wizard, Elias, I realized that Pixie’s character had to be something unusual and uniquely Californian, since there is a sense of transplanted loyalty with Elias; although he comes from a European wizardly family, he is somehow connected, rooted to, California.  This concept isn’t well formulated yet either, but I’m working on it.  I also knew that Pixie was going to be somewhat unusual looking and that people were going to have a hard time figuring out what her ethnicity was. Then I had a foggy image of what she looked like; brown skin, thick brown hair in a hundred small braids, high cheekbones, a calm, contemplative demeanor. In fact, she looks a lot like the face on a wood carving my friend L brought me from Hawaii long ago. Taken literally, getting inspiration for a purely Californian character from a Hawaiian statue would seem to blow the whole concept.  If you factor in the creative process it makes perfect sense. 

That is just a face, in and of itself not unusual, especially not in Berkeley, so there will be some other aspect of her physicality that will be outside the norm. 

I’m also playing, in the story, with the ideas of “rootedness” and networks; several kinds of networks; faultlines in the earth, electronic networks, connections of blood, obligation and loyalty. 

The book is set in Berkeley, so I needed a Berkeley-style name.  The idea of rootedness, history and names came together, and I knew exactly who and what she was. 

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Sequoia.

Shakespeare in Venice, Update: Hey, That’s Me!

Friday, January 21st, 2011

Jon Courtenay Grimwood has this blog posting on the Orbit publishing site, with lots of glorious photos of Venice, and some discussion of what he was trying to accomplish with The Fallen Blade. Here’s a quote:

“My favourite mention of The Fallen Blade so far calls it, ‘Two books occupying the same page space.’ And describes those as, ‘An adventure fantasy with a smidgeon of romance, great hordes of vampires and werewolves and, of course, plenty of swordplay.’ Mixed with, ‘A fantastic evocation of Renaissance Venice… the beauty of the culture it gave birth to and the merciless, brutally violent and Machiavellian politics that ran alongside it.’ [Guardian, UK]

My favourite, simply because that’s *precisely* what I was aiming to do.

When a reader commented on Facebook that the only thing the review missed was the, ‘Shakespeare casserole… delicious, and not too filling,’ it was time to crack open a cold beer. Because riffing off the first half of Othello was part of the fun. And I’m already enjoying myself riffing off the second half (and the first half of Hamlet) in the second book, which I’m now editing.”

The reader who commented on Facebook–that was me!

He talks about what he is trying to do with these stories, and about Venice. Then there are some wonderful pictures.  Please go check it out yourself.

Shakespeare in Venice

Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

The Fallen Blade

Jon Courtenay Grimwood

Orbit, 2010

 The Fallen Blade is Act One of the Assassini Trilogy. You can enjoy this intricate historical and political fantasy with its nuanced, layered characters on its own, or you can follow the Shakespearean references that glint throughout the work like a silver thread in a tapestry. The choice is yours.

 It could be argued that The Fallen Blade doesn’t need anymore intrigue, even if it is Shakespearean.  Grimwood set his story in Venice at the beginning of the 15th century; perhaps the most politically complex city-state in a complex, turbulent era.  Besides internal political struggles that are labyrinthine, elegant and cruel, Venice also has to fend off hungry invaders and outsiders from everywhere.  Alliances are as evanescent as morning mist, loyalty is fleeting and honor a dangerous luxury.  Add magic to this bubbling caldron and the whole mixture ignites, part fireworks and part firestorm. 

The first character the reader meets is Tycho, who awakens in the secret hold of a Mamluk ship, shackled in silver, his memory in tatters.  When Venetian customs agents come aboard, he escapes, nearly drowning in the attempt.  He makes a psychic connection with Duchess Alexa, who rules Venice as Co-regent with her brother-in-law, Duke Alonso.  Alonso and Alexa conspire against each other, using every weapon they can, while working together to keep the external enemies of Venice weak and distracted.

 The book is largely about Tycho’s journey of discovery, both of himself and the deadly world of Venice.  Tycho doesn’t eat.  He can sense other people’s thoughts and see in the dark, but the sun, like silver, burns him.  His reflexes are far faster than those of a mortal, and he has a taste, a hunger, for human blood.  His impulses and reactions are not human, although he does form an attachment to the beggar children who find him washed up on the side of a canal, and the Lady Giulietta, Duchess Alexa’s niece.  

Grimwood is remarkably un-sentimental about his characters.  Everyone has a point of view and a motivation, and no one—well, almost no one—is purely good or purely evil.  Cruel and vicious things are done to characters we like and by characters we like.  Through it all, Shakespearean shadows add depth. 

Atilo and Desdaio 

Atilo, a Moor, is a renowned general with a celebrated history.  As the Blade of Venice, he serves both the Duke and Duchess as the city’s master of assassins.  Atilo has no doubt excited the envy of lesser men in Venice, and when Desdaio, the conventionally pretty and fair-skinned daughter of the richest man in the city falls in love with him, it sparks resentment and jealousy. Desdaio’s father is particularly resentful because he had planned a more advantageous match for his daughter, but is forced into accepting Atilo by Duchess Alexa. Atilo, who lost most of his highly trained assassini in a battle with werewolves, enslaves Tycho, intending to teach him the arts of the assassin.  He sees Tycho as his successor.  By bringing Tycho into his house, he sets up a situation that encourages an ambitious and self-serving servant, Iocapo, to drive a wedge between Desdaio and Atilo. 

The relationship between Atilo and Desdaio is the least satisfying one in the book.  It is clear that Desdaio loves Atilo, although it’s hard to see why.  Atilo says he loves her, and behaves with the predictable jealousy required of his character, but he has not married her and ignores her through most of the book.  Desdaio is kind-hearted, and, in a city where the most common coin for truth is death, courageously honest.  She is intrigued by Tycho but loyal to Atilo.  At the end of Book One, their story is incomplete.  Will it end as Othello does, or will Grimwood surprise us?  

A’rial/Tycho and the Duchess Alexa 

In The Tempest, Alonso is the King of Naples, lured to Prospero’s island and baffled with enchantments.  In Blade, Alonso is the brutal and powerful co-Regent of the city, but not immune to magic. 

The Duchess is Venetian by marriage only, an arranged marriage to the former ruler of the watery city.  She is a Mongol.  She practices magic; maintaining a youthful appearance despite her age and monitoring the city through the eyes of a bat familiar.  She has a stregoi, a pet witch, named A’rial, a red-haired waif who looks about twelve years old but is clearly much older. A’rial can call down the winds and the lightning.  In the climactic final battle scene, Tycho finds himself changing as he begins to embrace his power; able to move from one ship to another in the interval of a thought, and changing in appearance to something demonic, moving faster, and killing faster, than any human. Is Tycho Caliban?  Is he Ferdinand?  Is he some other facet of Ariel, the ship his cloven pine, or is he something else, something rich and strange? 

I’m sure if I knew my Shakespeare better I would see the myriad other correspondences Grimwood has laid out.  Because this is a trilogy, and Grimwood is working on a broad canvas, he has given himself plenty of time to meditate on the bard, while maneuvering Tycho and the other characters through daily acts of betrayal, brutality and heroism, demonstrating feats of magic and letting Tycho’s strange origin story unfold. 

Near the end, in a scene that seems rushed, Tycho confronts a Mamluk captain who tells him how he came to be shackled in the hold of the Mamluk ship.  Tycho finds out his original purpose—to be a weapon—and his original target.  

It does seem that Tycho, now freed from slavery, will become the master of assassins, yet Grimwood’s Venice is not a city that can be trusted. Magic enchants, people lie and shadows can kill.  Vengeance and plots percolate for generations. People make bad choices for good reasons, and live to regret them.  The watery island city holds ghosts and magic, secrets and darkness.  Prospero’s library will not be dukedom  large enough for this elaborate, sprawling tale.

Squid Pro Quo

Friday, January 14th, 2011

 Kraken, by China Mieville

Ballentine Del Ray, 2010

There are two adjectives for China Mieville’s Kraken, “fun,” and “exhilarating.”

Mieville’s longer works have always seemed serious to me.  Intricately imagined, believably peopled with intriguing characters, and told with elaborate arabesques and flourishes of language, they were still serious, even grave.  Kraken is not.  Maybe Mieville just needed to burn off some energy after coming off his stylistically restrained The City and The City, but Kraken is not a serious book, even though serious things happen.  Good people die, others suffer great loss, the End of Days is upon us, and it still reads like a world-class thrill-ride.

Billy Harrow is a curator at a natural history museum in London.  The museum boasts a specimen of architeuthis, a giant squid, that Billy actually helped preserve.  Billy’s carefree existence of work, listening to music, reading books and sipping a pint with his old college friend Leon ends abruptly when the squid and its glass tank disappear from the display room, something that should be impossible.  In short order, Billy is interrogated by some very unusual cops from the Cult Squad, abducted by a man and a boy who unfold, origami-like, from a package, threatened by a sentient tattoo, and introduced to the Church of the Kraken, a group that worships the missing squid as God. 

Billy quickly learns that in addition to quotidian London there is a layer he never saw before, Magical London, and all of Magical London wants the squid.  The Church of the Kraken wants it because it is sacred.  The Londonmancers want it to keep it safe.  The followers of a dead criminal/magician/cultist want it.  The Tattoo wants it because other people want it.  Most of them think Billy has it, and those who don’t think he can find it.  He is forced to put his trust in Kraken true-believer Dane in order to survive this strange new world.

Mieville is a highly-educated, well-read, powerful writer who thinks about economics, politics faith and science.  He also frolics in the pop-culture environment like a dolphin in tropical surf.  Kraken is filled with pop-culture references, many of them science-fictional and fantastical, some I didn’t even get.  Whether it’s Harry Potter, Men in Black, Neil Gaiman’s Neverwhere,  Blake’s Seven or any generation of Star Trek, it gets a nod, as do more esoteric offerings like Farscape and Lexx.  Star Trek, represented by a functioning phaser and a James T Kirk figurine, plays prominently in the plot.

In Looking for Jake, Meiville has a story called “’Tis the Season.”  It is a funny story.  Kraken has that sensibility.  One of Billy’s otherworldly allies is a paranormal union organizer, trying to maintain a strike by magical familiars against their magician bosses.  The Chaos Nazis are genuine bad-guys who believe in pain, death, anti-Semitism, and looking fabulous, in a velvet-coat-and-lace-cuffs kind of way.

All of Mieville’s trademark weirdness is spread out like a sidewalk market.  Humans are metamorphosed into cell phones and radios; tattoos can think, talk and plan revenge; and the ocean has an embassy in London.  Marge, Leon’s valiant and devoted girl-friend, enters Magical London with a protective spirit housed in her Ipod, and Billy attracts a guardian angel made of bones and bottles.

My complaint?  Billy adjusts to the reality of Magical London very easily, as does Marge—although Marge has time to peruse the internet first, and may be slightly better prepared, at least intellectually.  We still never see, in either of these characters, a real struggle with disbelief, and the integration of acceptance, or knowledge.   I found Billy’s education confusing, too.  Early in the book we are told that Billy pursued or attained a higher level degree in theology and then switched to science.  Since we have Dane, a true believer, I kept expecting Billy’s education to matter, but the second shoe never dropped. Billy may represent a microcosm of the world in the book.  If, so, that layer of symbolism wasn’t needed.  The dance of religion/science, faith/knowledge, fear/spirituality plays out just fine, and Billy’s possible divinity degree is a distraction.

The City and The City, at heart an origin story, had a gray tone with flashes of color in the cross-hatched areas where the cities bled together.  It was almost a police procedural. In contrast, Kraken is an all-access pass to the raucous, smoky, candle-and-neon-lit, swirling, deadly, music-throbbing, beer-guzzling, drug-gulping, ethereal, incense-scented, protean,  ink-stained, kaleidoscopic, smile-as-we-cut-your-throat-dangerous, surreal, unreal, godly, squidly, twenty four/seven street carnival of Magical London.  It is suspenseful.  It is scary.  And it’s fun.

An Educated Pony

Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

Hi! We’re SAVOR

Wednesday, January 12th, 2011

The group that coalesced around the farmers’ market project last summer has named itself—in one of those rarest of events, a fun meeting!  We are SAVOR—Sonoma Alliance for a Vegie Outreach Revolution. And we have a mission:  “We are a grassroots coalition, passionate about connecting our neighbors to fresh, healthy local food.”  

We plan to adopt kale, the wonder-vegetable, as our mascot (okay, maybe not really.  But then again, maybe really.) 

Who are we?  Paula, a farmers’ market manager, (although I’m going to ask another market to join); Dr Wendy Kohatsu of the Vista Family Health Center; Rachel and Alison, residents at Vista (Wendy’s students); Alyssa and Jimmy from a local foster youth support program called VOICES; Hasna, an organic farmer, Kenny from Catholic Charities, Beth from Sonoma County Health Services Department, Nancy, the extraordinary extra help person I hired last year and who is now an extraordinary volunteer, and me. 

What will we do?  We’ll have adventures!