Friday, January 30, 2009

Jailbait Zombie by Mario Acevedo

Felix Gomez, book 4

Rating - 2: not worth reading (skip it)

"Jailbait Zombie" and I was still disappointed. It reads a lot like an old pulp, and pulps can be fun but are not terribly smart. Abandoned at 20%.

A hardboiled vampire detective novel. Someone is making zombies, so this person must be found and killed, along with all the zombies. Meanwhile, there is an unknown source of psychic energy in the same town.

Vampire meets zombie immediately. The titular jailbait appears about 30% in, although she is alive and I see no reason to call her "jailbait" except her age. Based on the protagonists ruminations on his previous adventures, I presume that the previous titles were more accurate.

It is a standard story set-up, complete with self-destructing note (nice touch: printed on vampire skin, burns in sunlight) and an interview with M in which she gives him the magi-tech toy from Q. I cannot find a reason to care about the protagonist or his world. He has less personality than most video game characters, and he has a sense of being acted upon rather than acting. Events happen to him, which keeps him from being Action Boy. (He seems to pick up the ball a bit later.) If he were more active or more interesting, he could carry the plot. Maybe this book relies on previous books' characterization, especially for the supporting cast.

Descriptions depend too heavily on using "vampire" as an adjective. Page two features "vampire enzymes," and we get "vampire reflexes," "vampire skin," "vampire hypnotism," and other ways of using "vampire" to mean "it's magic." I was okay with that, in the sense of "no, you are not getting an explanation, just accept 'vampires.'" I accept it; not everything needs to be hard sci fi. So stop giving the lack of explanation. You get a finite number of uses of "magic" and "totally awesome" before it gets irritating. Instead, one might say "supernaturally quick reflexes." (In fairness, the character who actually describes himself aloud as having "vampire reflexes" dies of stupidity soon after.)

Were it more salacious, the book could try to distinguish itself that way. I presume the previous books were. Because why pussyfoot around with Twilight's vampire courtship when you can have "The Undead Kama Sutra" right there on the cover? This is neither there, nor eventful enough for the "action-packed" direction, nor smart enough to be Angel.

But this is pretty awesome. I should read the first one in the series, see if this is just a weak entry.

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Expected publication: February 2009

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Finding Serenity edited by Jane Espenson

Rating - 2.5: parts of it are worth reading once (borrow it from a library)

The table of contents reads like a who's who of the B list of fantasy fiction. That is not a slam: the B list is an impressive place to reach, and it includes many favorite authors. Is Mercedes Lackey on the A list? For all I know, she could outsell Anne McCaffrey and Margaret Weis these days.

This is a collection of essays on Firefly, Joss Whedon's western in outer space. The television show lasted half a series, but the fandom is deep and wide.

The book was published between the TV series and the film. The film unfortunately invalidates some of the writer's speculations, such as Lawrence Watt-Evans's argument that the Reavers have been thought through: no, they obviously have not, for all the reasons he mentions along with the 28 Days Later effect and the density of Reavers orbiting in the film. The characters remain solid, however, as does the bulk of the setting, and most of the essays are on those topics.

Some of the essays are on production. Larry Dixon has some interesting details to point out, although he inserts himself into the frame a bit much. The interesting part of Leigh Adams Wright's essay could be summed up as: "Where are the Asians?" Despite having an American/Chinese hybrid society, there were no speaking roles for Asian characters in the series. Oops? Ginjer Buchanan has the best essay in this category, outlining the history of TV westerns and why Firefly was unlikely to succeed. Keith DeCandido attributes some of the failure to the first episode, written over a weekend and weaker than the original pilot. John C. Wright's essay is similar to Ginjer Buchanan's, although his point is about the conflict between feminism and chivalry: it is rather hard to mix sci fi and westerns.

Most of the character essays revolve around the female roles. I am biased, because my Firefly character is Zoe (no, not Simon), and I am married to a Wash. That means my favorite essay in the category is Michelle Sagara West's on how this is a mature, healthy, stable marriage, the sort of thing you do not see much on TV. Tanya Huff has the companion essay on Zoe as warrior woman (not girl or chick). Joy Davidson gets the Inara essay. I summarize one of the other essays as, "The women of Firefly are awesome." Nancy Holder gets the dissenting voice, arguing that it is insufficiently feminist (without being insane about it).

There are some humorous essays. They all fail, mostly badly.

There are a few others on the use of music and Chinese terms. Jewel Staite lists her five favorite bits in each episode. Lyle Zynda has the most scholarly essay, discussing existentialism, therefore focusing heavily on Objects in Space (consider it the extended version of Joss's commentary from the DVD). Mercedes Lackey discusses power and self-knowledge in an essay that ranges from deeply insightful to sounding like it really misses the sixties.

If you are interested in these kinds of essays, it is okay but not great. Standards are higher than you would find on the average fan site, but you can find lots of essays with more actual discussion online. I am inspired to re-watch the series, but the main addition to my world is a broader knowledge of television westerns. Nothing life-changing here.

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Saturday, January 17, 2009

The Warlock Unlocked by Christopher Stasheff

The Warlock series, book 3

Rating - 3: worth reading once (borrow it from a library)

An entertaining bit of fluff. It starts weak and ends abruptly, but the central action is solid fantasy genre fiction. If you like that sort of thing, this is good airplane reading. If you would never read a book with a dragon on the cover (although this does not have one), skip it.

We return to Gramayre, a planet settled by the SCA, now populated by psychics known there as witches and warlocks. The planet could become the key to galactic democracy. Competing groups of time-travelers continue their shadowy fight for control, while the titular Warlock finds himself far away and perhaps becoming a warlock in fact.

This series has one of the handiest explanations for "fantasy via sci fi" around, combined with the least coherent central conflicts. Its backstory is perfect for creating the classic fantasy hodgepodge of a few centuries of Europe: C.S. Friedman has a less frolicsome version. The hidden antagonists, however, seem to be carrying the idiot ball despite all the advantages one could imagine from time travel, with the unstated explanation being that their interaction keeps any from being effective.

The setting is relentlessly European. On Gramayre, that makes sense because they were trying to do that, although I am surprised that no ninja or samurai made it through. The rest of the galaxy, despite having had 1000 years, is just modern Western society writ on a larger page. This is convenient for the author and the audience, but thinking of all the change we have had over the last century, it is odd that we would have less over the next millennium except for the scale and a few tech toys. I know, try not to think too hard about these things, but the effort put into a decent backstory for the planet makes me want a decent backstory for the galaxy.

The antagonists, at least, should be using some non-Western ideas after losing several times in a row. They seem to be set on repeating European history, which turned out badly for the factions they are supporting. The Warlock is consistently trouncing them with a basic history text.

I find it odd how often the Catholic Church appears in science fiction. Perhaps the notion of a two thousand year old institution provides a sense of stability, the sort of thing that might last another thousand years. It provides a thread of continuity from the present day, a recognizable institution that could plausibly be largely unchanged.

Father Al gets too much time at center stage. I understand the desire to structure the book with alternating chapters of the warlock's adventure and the priest's journey to meet him, but do not do it just for the sake of doing it. There is a four-page chapter that has about one sentence of content (not a huge thing, but jarringly wasteful enough for it to stick with me). With the amount of indirect characterization he gets, we do not need the explicit statements about how likable he is. Also, why is he lecturing a river nymph on the evils of free love? In-character moralizing, sure, did the author think the audience needed an extended speech on how the galaxy did not follow Heinlein?

For one last bit of whining, it is disappointing to make the Warlock a warlock. He has been doing so well with sociology, history, and a little bit of technology. I anticipate underuse of these abilities beyond that seen in Amber. It highlights the continued underuse of the Warlock's wife, one of the most powerful psychics in the galaxy and someone who is left home with the kids. Really excited about motherhood plus a sexist medieval society plus distrust of witches? She may have internalized being a second-class citizen, but I expect our protagonist to have a bit more respect (if nothing else, she could crush him like a bug).

And now for some positive thinking. The central action, as I said, is good. The Warlock is cast into a world that mixes the familiar and the unfamiliar, letting him use his abilities fully while providing a novel environment. He brings along his own adventuring band, and the kids are precocious and effective. It is a straightforward fantasy adventure in unfamiliar territory.

A merit of the series is having genre savvy characters who pause to ask, "How is all this possible?" It provides an in-character explanation for the setting. Those are always fun sections. "Elves? Seriously? Okay, where could elves have come from?" And then they rationalize. The rationalizations are often somewhat far-fetched, but if we take the elves as given, they are not bad explanations. I hope they take the same approach to explaining how Father Al has found demonic possessions but no real magic.

I feel odd summarizing the good that quickly after extending complaints, but that is what the good comes down to: fun fantasy adventure punctuated by interesting backstory rationalization. The hero is heroic and his telekinetic children throw big rocks at his enemies. A significant part of the early book is low-value introduction and meandering, but it does a good job of reminding the reader of things that might have been forgotten in the decade-long publishing gap, to say nothing of how long ago a present reader might have met the Warlock. Once it gets going, it goes well. It is like a boulder being pushed over a hill, with a strained upward journey and a swift, powerful descent. You can see its momentum crash against the page count wall as the frame story resolves all at once.

Part of me was hoping that the book would not turn it around. The first two books were not excellent, and the second was weak ever after a re-write. If it had not gone well, I would have abandoned the series and cleared some shelf space, to say nothing of the joys of scathing reviews. Instead, we have a book that reaches "okay" with its early sections, becomes fun once it builds up momentum, and carries that momentum through a climax that barely leaves room for denouement.

It is a fine little bit of fantasy. If the next book carries through the implications of the monks' research and the Warlock's emerging abilities, the series as a whole might exhibit the same pattern of a weak opening followed by rollicking fun with occasional pauses for pondering. We shall see.

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Sunday, January 11, 2009

Three Bags Full by Leonie Swann

translated from the German Glennkill by Anthea Bell

Rating - 3: worth reading once (borrow it from a library)

A sheep murder mystery. This goes in the same category as Watership Down, an animal-led book accessible to but not written for children.

George the shepherd lies dead in the field, stabbed through the chest with his spade. It is up to his sheep to find his murderer. Miss Maple is the smartest sheep in Glennkill, maybe the whole world. Othello is a black ram who has seen the world. Mopple is hungry.

There is a limited amount of there there, but there is fun in the telling. The best part is the characterization of the sheep, who are anthropomorphized enough to ovinomorphize the humans.

Sheep are, of course, absolutely the wrong creatures for a detective story. They are barely smart enough to graze. The book observes that for most of the sheep: they bleat, they eat, they move as a herd. George read to them, though, which perhaps accounts for a few who get to be smart, have individual initiative, and go investigating. The more central sheep get a personality trait or two each and a bit of background.

The human cast is much the same: a personality trait or two, a bit of background on how they fit into all this, and a vague sense of menace. The sheep instead have a less vague sense of panic.

Conveniently for the sheep, most of the murder mystery comes to them. People come to the field to look or lurk, meaningful conversations happen next to them, or they wander into town at just the right points. No one notices the sheep on their hind legs, peeking into a window while eavesdropping. There are a few jabs like that at your suspension of disbelief, but once you have accepted the sheep investigators, the details are easier to swallow.

The sheep are a cream of childlike wonder floating on a shallow, murky pool of human suspicion. I don't think that metaphor worked, so let's try again. The sheep are cute and innocent, misunderstanding the humans while wondering how those big, fluffy sheep got into the sky. They think that the priest is named God and spends a lot of time talking about himself, that no one can like the butcher because he is the butcher, and that humans spend a lot of time talking about irrelevant and incomprehensible things.

The humans, for their part, do not understand a lot more. They have their own agendas, may or may not be involved in George's death, may or may not have been involved with other murders, and wander in and out of the story while trying to figure out what the other humans are up to.

The effect is a bit like Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, without the existentialism. The sheep are working out their own views of things while the plot events wander by them. They misunderstand, make amusing remarks, and get ignored by the human cast.

The sheep are fun characters. They have some random obsessions and beliefs. Mopple has memory and is very proud of being the fattest sheep. Cloud is very proud of being the fluffiest sheep. One likes heights and one likes big words. The only tedious part is trying to portray Othello as some sort of haunted anti-hero. He has too much inner life to fit with the rest of the story.

I do not read many mysteries, and I did not find myself too drawn in by the mystery aspects. The characters spend a lot of time distracted from it themselves. See also Gosford Park. (Watership Down meets Gosford Park would be a good quick summary.) It did not seem to be especially the point, what with the sheep's random walk through information and reasoning. Even the smartest sheep in Glennkill has trouble puzzling out human motives, to say nothing of how to explain it all to humans.

This is not a book that you must read before you die, but it is a fun little time. If soft, fluffy, and addle-minded protagonists do not interest you, skip it for something more to your taste.

"Othello" is a bit obvious, but points are awarded none the less. A shepherd assures us that we are not being Dan Browned on the sheep-related aspects.

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