Larsson, Stieg: Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, The

Let me pick a fairly recent read out of the queue for today’s vacation booklog backlog entry: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, the first in Stieg Larsson’s Millennium Trilogy (which, by the way, is a rotten name for the series). This is a Swedish thriller that is an international bestseller; I read it translated into English by Reg Keeland.

Mikael Blomkvist is a journalist who has just been convicted (yes, criminally; legal systems, they vary) of libel. He needs to disassociate from his magazine, Millennium, for a while, and takes a job purportedly writing a CEO’s memoirs but really investigating the decades-old disapperance of his niece. A private investigator named Lisbeth Salander also becomes involved; their stories proceed in parallel at first (Lisbeth investigated Mikael before the CEO hired him and then became interested in the libel case) and then come together.

I can sort of see why this became a bestseller, though it hardly seems inevitable. There are some clunky bits: it’s written in what I think of as thriller omniscient, where the POV jumps to whatever character would be convenient at the time, and its roots as something written several years before it was published show, because the Palm handheld that Lisbeth uses is I-don’t-even-know how many years away from being top-of-the-line tech. (Larsson wrote three books and handed them all to a publisher shortly before dying; I’m not sure how much time there was for revisions, or if they weren’t supposed to be set in the present anyway. I am told that the three published books do not end on a cliffhanger.) But it has a good central mystery that made me want to find out what happened. Lisbeth is a fascinating character for all that she gives me appeal of the lawless elite twinges (Mikael is less interesting and has a whiff of Mary Sue about him, frankly). And—what particularly interests me—it burns with outrage at sexism and violence against women [*], in a way that makes its handling of such violence (and some of it is quite terrible) urgent and distressing. In, I think, a non-exploitative way, and in a way that shows awareness of the issues that would arise if its women were solely victims.

[*] When the epigraph to Part One is, “Eighteen percent of the women in Sweden have at one time been threatened by a man,” and the others are similar, you can’t say you weren’t warned.

Recommended if you like that kind of thing, in other words.

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Banks, Iain M.: Transition

Iain M. Banks’s Transition is, alas, entirely unworthy of its terrific opening line:

Apparently I am what is known as an Unreliable Narrator, though of course if you believe everything you’re told you deserve whatever you get.

Honestly I can barely remember what happened in it, and I can’t have read it more than six months ago (barely any time at all, when it comes to this backlog), so whatever the plot was, can’t have been very interesting. I do recall that it takes forever to get going, which may have something to do with it straddling the SF and mainstream genres (it was published in the U.S. as SF and in the U.K. as mainstream). It has an entirely unbelievable and rather tedious sexual relationship. And it completely squanders its opening line: you just can’t have a first-person narrator going around saying “but maybe I’m lying to you! Aren’t I cute!” when you also have ordinary third-person narrators recounting the same story.

Not recommended.

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Westlake, Donald E.: (04) Nobody’s Perfect

And since I’m doing backlog catchup and have already written one Dortmunder entry, let’s go to the next installment in the slo-mo Donald E. Westlake Memorial Dortmunder Re-Read. Nobody’s Perfect is what Tiny later calls “the pitcha switch”: a wealthy wastrel enlists the gang for a spot of insurance fraud involving a painting called “Folly Leads Man to Ruin” (also something that sharp-eyed readers will spot in later books). Complications, of course, ensue, not least of which is that the wastrel has also enlisted a killer to ensure Dortmunder’s compliance . . .

This is the one with the great courtroom scene at the start, and the international trip at the end, which for no obvious reason always strikes me as somewhat more surreal than the usual conclusions of Dortmunder books. In terms of the series, this is Tiny Bulcher’s first appearance. The guys at the O.J.’s bar are now officially regulars (though meaner than my usual conception of them; ‘ware racial slurs.) Not much of May and Murch’s Mom.

Nothing major about this jumped out at me as flawed, but I still don’t think of it in the top tier of Dortmunders, and I’m not sure why. Still, it worked very well when I was in a discontent “I don’t want to read anything” mood.

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Westlake, Donald E.: (15) Get Real

The last of Donald E. Westlake’s books, Get Real, both is and isn’t a conclusion to the Dortmunder series. You could read it as just another entry, if you didn’t know that it was Westlake’s last book: a reality show producer wants to make a show about Dortmunder and the gang pulling a job, which frankly is a premise that I couldn’t wait to see Westlake take on. And the satire about reality T.V. is great, though at a couple of points I thought the plot was a bit loose, and it was thoroughly enjoyable.

But on another level, I noticed that everyone in the gang got a chance to make a specific useful contribution to the plan, which is not something that happens in all (or even most?) of the books. And, well, Jo Walton puts it better than I could:

Dortmunder hasn’t aged and now he will never die, because the one person who could have killed him chose to spare him. Dortmunder is immortal now, and in this last adventure, he smiles twice in one day.

I don’t know whether Westlake thought this book would or might be the last, but there are far worse notes to end on.

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Harris, Charlaine: Sookie Stackhouse series; Amelia Teagarden series

I’m on vacation and have resolved to post one booklog backlog entry a day. I’ll start with clearing nearly twenty books out of the queue in one fell swoop: Charlaine Harris’s Sookie Stackhouse and Amelia Teagarden series.

I read most of these in the middle of the night, back in November and December when I was sitting up with a sick SteelyKid. So under those conditions, the most reliable thing I can say about them generally is that they’re entertaining and readable but I’m not actually sure if they’re good.

Well, no, I can say more than that. The Sookie Stackhouse books (starting with Dead Until Dark) are of course contemporary fantasy; if they were only set in a city, they’d be urban fantasy, being set in our world with supernatural creatures and otherwise limited magic, and involving an extended cast of family and friends, with a good dollop of romance. Sookie is a waitress in a rural Louisana town who is thrilled when she meets her first vampire (they came out a few years ago when synthetic blood came on the market): she’s a telepath, but hears only blessed silence from the vampire.

Things I liked about this book were its humor; that it’s a real pain to be a telepath—not exactly news to anyone, I know, but Harris does a good job showing its effects on Sookie; that it’s genuinely creepy to be dating someone who is, as the title says, dead until dark; and the small-town atmosphere and relationships. And that it’s very readable at 3 a.m. when you’re sick and you’ve got a sick toddler in your arms.

The world keeps opening up as the series progresses, with more supernatural creatures and wider political implications. This is starting to be somewhat of a problem, actually; the most recent book, Dead in the Family, takes a really long time to settle down into a plot because, I think, it’s got a lot of setup to do for the overall series.

Because of the way I read the rest of these, it’s hard for me to remember which books divided where, but I think some of the others had this kind of transitional, multi-threaded nature. The plots do tend to reflect Harris’s roots as a mystery writer, but I mostly don’t read them for the plots (which at least once is rather poor; I spent the one where they all go to a big vampire gathering in a fancy hotel, umm, All Together Dead (this is the problem with theme titles), yelling at the characters to put the pieces together, already.) I read them because I like the characters and I’m interested in what Harris does with the worldbuilding. They strike me as more aware of class than a lot of books I read; not particularly good about race (but in fairly small amounts, at least); and middling on sexual orientation. They are not for people with low tolerance for what Chad calls the “my awesome werewolf boyfriend/girlfriend” aspect of most urban fantasy, because there is a fair amount of romance and romantic angst.

That bit, at least, Harris doesn’t seem to have picked up from the genre, because her Aurora Teagarden mystery series has it too, well, without the werewolves. Somewhat more people seem to be attracted to Aurora than I quite understand (one book even turns on it), but I mostly forgive that for Harris’s putting some serious ups and downs into her life; one of those twists took major guts. (Sookie’s life, too.)

These are small-town mysteries, nosy civilian variety, but I don’t think it’s useful to call them cozies. The first one, Real Murders, kept me reading because it really made me feel how terrifying and miserable it would be to know that someone you knew, someone in a small group of acquaintances, was a serial killer. I also particularly liked The Julius House, in which Aurora moves into a house from which an entire family disappeared, six years ago. (I suspect it also qualifies as a Gothic, or at least working with Gothic tropes, for those who like that kind of thing.) Harris says on her website that she’s unlikely to write any more of these with her other commitments, but they leave Aurora in a reasonable place.

Harris has two other series, one mystery and one fantasy, that are vaguely on my list.

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Crusie, Jennifer, and Bob Mayer: Wild Ride

Wild Ride is the most recent book from Jennifer Crusie and Bob Mayer and a departure from their prior collaborations in two ways. First, it’s a fantasy: five Etruscan demons are imprisoned in an amusement park, and they’re getting loose. (Crusie has written at least one other collaborative fantasy before, The Unfortunate Miss Fortunes; Dogs and Goddesses probably is too, but I haven’t read that.) Second, it’s not structured around a romance arc.

The fantasy plot of the book is fine; even using the amusement park as a prison ends up making enough sense that it didn’t bother me. But the characterizations feel unusually flat, which is odd, because it’s not as though Agnes and the Hitman didn’t have just as much plot, and those characters felt very vivid and rounded to me. Also, one of the arcs uses an annoying cliche to speed things along. The net result was that I finished it this morning, thought about it a bit, and realized I had no urge to go back and re-read even the best plot bits. Back to the library it goes tomorrow.

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Resnick, Laura: (02) Doppelgangster

Hey—remember four years ago, when I said that Laura Rensick’s Disappearing Nightly was a lot of fun?

Well, the next book in the series, Doppelgangster, has finally been published. (It was a temporary victim of its original publisher’s convulsions.) As the title suggests, this expands and significantly modifies the short story of the same name in the anthology Murder by Magic. And like both the prior works, it’s light and fun and an enjoyably non-angsty urban fantasy. Bonus: the next one will be out in August.

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Gabaldon, Diana: (107) An Echo in the Bone

An Echo in the Bone is the seventh and most recent in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series. At this point all I can usefully say is that we’re finally into the thick of the American Revolution; I find Gabaldon’s war plots less interesting than the rest of her books; and every single damn plot thread in the book ends on a cliffhanger—including at least one for which the cliffhanger is completely and utterly unnecessary.

Oh, and the continuity error from last time is explained, and it might almost be theoretically possible that the series is coming to a close. (Though the author says on her website (5 February 2010) that she doesn’t know if the next book is the last.)

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Klasky, Mindy: How Not to Make a Wish

I think I must’ve heard about Mindy Klasky’s How Not to Make a Wish from a Big Idea post at Whatever. It sounded like light fun, so I put it on my list of things to look for and eventually read it.

It does have very nice theater stuff that is amusing and feels quite real. And if only it hadn’t involved completely removing genies from their cultural context, I might have liked the concept of them as civil servants who are pressured to grant wishes in a timely fashion. But it uses Western standards of feminine beauty in a way I strongly object to, and its plot rests on a glaring inconsistency and a random, nonsensical revelation. It might have been a fast read, but I still regret the time I spent on it.

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Moon, Elizabeth: Heris Serrano

More quick catch-ups:

Elizabeth Moon’s Heris Serrano is an omnibus of the first three books in her Familias Regnant series, Hunting Party, Sporting Chance, and Winning Colors. Jo Walton has a good overview of the series at Tor.com.

However, I would have located the thing that keeps these three books from greatness in their pacing, rather than their points of view. They are oddly lumpy in spots, diffuse in others, and are really best read all together because they break at weird places—people who are impatient with drawn-out endings want to avoid these. I do like the way the fairly narrow world of the first book opens up, and most of the characters, and the competence porn (one of a set of useful terms for talking about literature that I picked up from the Internet). I’m curious to see where the series goes from here.

If you read e-books, this omnibus is available for a startlingly low price from Webscriptions. Either in print or electronic format, unfortunately, it has a whitewashed cover; Heris is explicitly described as dark-skinned.

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