McKinley, Robin: Knot in the Grain and Other Stories, A

I picked up A Knot in the Grain and Other Stories, by Robin McKinley, Thursday night because I still was experiencing leftover hyperactivity from the trial at the start of the week. Fairy tales seemed like a good way to calm down enough to go to sleep. (The hyper feeling is gone, by the way; I walked around Friday like a zombie, and was hardly better Saturday, despite having done basically nothing all day. Well, besides making an offer on a house.)

There are five stories in this collection; the first two are explicitly set in Damar, since Luthe appears, and the last is set our world or something like it. “The Healer” is the first story, about a woman who has never been able to speak and a man who has lost his magecraft. It’s an odd story because the text leaves it ambiguous as to whether it’s meant to have a happy ending. The second, “The Stagman,” is a look at the subtle damage a wicked uncle can inflict on a princess and at what Luthe can and can’t do.

“Touk’s House” is the third; it starts out as Rapunzel, and comes full circle by the end, but all the same I think it would be inaccurate to call it a Rapunzel story. Which is a good trick, and I enjoyed it. I also liked “Buttercups” for the imagery and the characters; it, oddly, has moral to spare—perhaps making up for “The Healer”?

I was quite close to really liking the title story. It has dead-on descriptions of not knowing anyone and feeling socially awkward. At one point, the protagonist thinks how weeding the garden “didn’t go in a letter very well. It was what kept Annabelle going, but it wasn’t anything she could talk about. This seemed to be part of not having anyone to talk to. It was very confusing.” I knew the feeling; when I was studying for the bar, I usually wouldn’t have an actual conversation until dinnertime, and by then I would have literally lost nouns in all that silence. (“You know, the, the thing.”) However, the event that kicks off the plot is the proposed construction of a highway through the small upstate New York town where the protagonist has moved. The characters all oppose it, and I’m quite sure the reader is supposed to agree. However, Chad’s family is from a small upstate town that had a highway put through it, and they tell me how much a difference the highway has made to the local economy. So when the developers appears at the town meeting and are described as knowing “how to talk about ‘helping the economic profile of this rather depressed area.’ They made the highway sound like a slight inconvenience for a good cause—what were a few meadows and trees one way or another?”, I’m nodding along with the developers, because there is a lot of rural poverty in upstate New York. In other words, I am pretty thoroughly not the audience McKinley was intending for this story. Other people would probably like it just fine, though.

Overall I like this collection better than The Door in the Hedge, because the stories are considerably more concrete. Worth reading.

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Peters, Ellis: (11) An Excellent Mystery

An Excellent Mystery is the eleventh of Ellis Peters’ Brother Cadfael novels and the first in the series that I’ve read for a while. It’s also the first one that I can’t say I actually like. Of course, saying why would require explaining the whole story; if you’ve read it, you’ll understand what I mean when I say that the plot turns on a mindset that I find just weird, somewhat uncomfortably so.

(Oh, and the title is actually not generic.)

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Roberts, Nora: Three Fates

While I was at the library over the weekend, I was primarily looking for brain candy: I was scheduled to go to a trial in Utica, an hour and a half away, for a couple of days, and I knew that I’d need something fluffy to read at night to decompress. (Just to watch and help my boss; I’m not admitted to the bar yet, so I don’t get to talk.) Nora Roberts’ Three Fates is about as fluffy as you can get and was perfect for the job.

I actually ended up reading it all last night, which turned out well because the trial ended today, a day earlier than expected. [We won. Decisively, in so far as one can win a trial decisively: the jury was out for only 45 minutes, which suggests that they hardly needed to deliberate, and the judge basically told the plaintiff not to bother with post-trial motions, since he didn’t have a leg to stand on. Which he didn’t. (Appeals are different from post-trial motions, and wouldn’t go to this judge.)] I hadn’t planned to read the whole thing in one night, but it’s such brain candy that it reads really quickly, and I wanted to be sure I was well and truly tired before I tried sleeping alone, in a strange bed, with a pillow made of spun rock, and with our case on for the next day.

The plot of this is almost beside the point (in a week I won’t remember anyone’s names, just wait). Basically, there were three statutes of the Fates (Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, those Fates). One of them was thought to have been lost when the Lusitania sank, but it was actually stolen just before the sinking by a petty thief, who reformed after his near-death experience but passed the statute down as a family heirloom. Then one of the heirs gets an inkling that this might actually be worth something, brings it to the villain for an appraisal, has it stolen by the villain, and then sets out with his two siblings to get it back, and track down the other two for good measure. And everyone falls in love, and the villain is eeeeevil, and eventually everything works out okay. The End.

This one does include nice caper bits, which I always enjoy even if I doubt Roberts’ research. I don’t believe in fate; I rather think it’s impossible for a materialist to believe in fate, actually. (Materialist as in physical matter is all that exists, not as in money money money.) However, this is one of the advantages of plowing through brain candy: potentially-annoying bits just fly right by and barely register.

I’m still a little hyper from the trial, even after driving back from Utica, so I think I shall stop babbling and go read some Brother Cadfael to calm down now. Yay, being home . . .

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