Beagle, Peter: Innkeeper’s Song, The

Peter Beagle’s The Innkeeper’s Song is one of my favorite books. It is a rare example of non-epistolary multiple first-person narration (I can’t think of another off the top of my head, but I’m sure someone will be along any minute to remind me), which is mostly why I like it so much. I’m a sucker for narrative voice, and all of these are great.

Tikat and Lukassa are engaged. When Lukassa falls in a river and drowns, she is raised from the dead by Lal, a student of a wizard who has been betrayed by his last student. Because Lukassa does not remember her life, she flees from Tikat and accompanies Lal to the inn of the title. There, they and others attempt to aid the wizard in his continuing struggle.

On this re-read, I do have a little quibble: one of the characters, early, denies knowledge of something that is revealed at the end of the book, which is inconsistent with the years-past retrospective of the rest of that character’s narration. (Most of the characters are explicitly telling their part of the tale to someone else years later, though I doubt this would work for one of them.) But except for that, I think the voices are wonderful, well-characterized both generally and in what they reveal and conceal.

This is also a good book for those who like their magic mysterious and atmospheric. It reminds me a bit of Robin McKinley, perhaps Spindle’s End, though slightly less abstract, and even more focused on illuminating character than the world. If that’s your kind of thing, do check it out.

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Banks, Iain M.: (03-03.5) Use of Weapons; “The State of the Art”

I returned to the re-read of the Culture books with the stories I skipped over in favor of Excession. First is Use of Weapons. I think it speaks to the quality of Banks’ craft here that I like this book so much, because if it weren’t executed so brilliantly, the subject matter would be very much not to my taste. This is the book that famously is told in two strands, one going forward and one backward, until they finish in twin revelations that would have next to no power if told in chronological order. I have a slight reservation about the mechanics of this format (book destroying spoilers, ROT13: vg ubcrf gur ernqre jvyy npprcg nf yvzvgrq-guveq cbvag bs ivrj jung’f ernyyl bzavfpvrag, sbe znkvzhz zvfyrnqvat pncnpvgl), but even that isn’t enough to keep me from admiring the book immensely.

In unfortunate contrast, “The State of the Art” is terrible. This is the Culture novella set on Earth, and it is roughly 99% long-winded political and philosophical discourse about human society, and 1% plot—or at least it feels that way. I only kept reading to see if anything was eventually going to happen—and then when it did, I wished I hadn’t bothered. The only thing interesting about this is that it’s set in 1977, thus demonstrating that the Culture is not an evolutionary product of Earth-humanity. There, now I’ve saved you from having to read it.

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Gabaldon, Diana: (202-202.5) Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade; “Lord John and the Haunted Soldier”

Quite a while ago, I read the first of Diana Gabaldon’s novels about Lord John Grey, Lord John and the Private Matter, and was sufficiently unimpressed that it took me quite a while to get around to reading the second, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade. However, someone mentioned that the second was much better, and so I picked it up the other day when I was in the mood.

I am happy to report that it is, indeed, a considerable improvement on the first. The plot has actual personal stakes: someone is raking up the apparent suicide of Lord John’s father after he was implicated in a treasonous plot. It’s also less of a mystery and more of a thriller, at least judging by my own notes on the first one (another indication of how unimpressed I was is that I don’t remember a thing about it). I find this also an improvement, as the book feels less convoluted as a result. Gabaldon continues to write certain sexual situations in a register that doesn’t really work for me, but that’s about my only quibble with this book, which I quite enjoyed.

Enough so that I immediately read the novella that is a direct sequel, “Lord John and the Haunted Soldier” (published in  . . . the Hand of Devils). This examines one of the traumatic events of the prior book, without greatly spoiling the details of the ending (a neat trick doubtless helped by Gabaldon writing them out of order). I liked this one a great deal as well, for the portrait of Lord John and for the nicely chilling non-military subplot.

The Lord John novels aren’t dipped in quite as addictive a substance as the main Outlander series, but I like Lord John a lot and am glad to see him getting standalone stories worthy of him.

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Iwanaga, Ryoutarou: Pumpkin Scissors vol. 1

I picked up volume one of the manga Pumpkin Scissors, by Ryoutarou Iwanaga, on Pam’s recommendation. Pumpkin Scissors is the nickname of a military unit devoted to post-war relief and reconstruction (apparently we are to get an explanation of the name later).

Pam described it as “like what Fullmetal Alchemist would be, if the primary focus of the story was on Mustang’s unit,” and I think that’s pretty fair. As she says, the art style and tone are similar. So far, I found the stories within this volume to be a touch simplistic (especially compared to FMA), but I suspect that may be usual for establishing volumes.

I’m not sure if I’ll read more, but that’s only because we might try the anime, and I prefer to pick one medium and stick to it.

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Gaiman, Neil: Graveyard Book, The

Expectations are a funny thing. I had middling expectations for Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, and hadn’t rushed to read (or even buy) it when it first came out. But then I saw reviews from friends who all loved it, quite uniformly so, and I found my expectations being raised.

I suspect I’d have been happier if I’d kept my expectations as they were. The Graveyard Book is entertaining, certainly, and has the sure touch in the details that I’ve come to expect from Gaiman’s works. (After all, a story about a boy raised in a graveyard by ghosts (and one other) is entirely up his alley.) But perhaps because of the deliberately episodic nature, I was underwhelmed by what there was of a plot; and since that’s what the book closes on, it can’t help but color my overall opinion.

Comparisons may be odious, but I still liked Coraline better.

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Hughart, Barry: (01-03) Bridge of Birds, Story of the Stone, Eight Skilled Gentlemen

Last time I read a Barry Hughart novel, I theorized that the later books were darker than the first, which was one reason I liked them less (in addition to the standard plot pattern having become obvious by that point). Re-reading all three bears that out.

The last and my least favorite, Eight Skilled Gentlemen, is not only darkest—structured around a series of gruesome murders and with little in the way of interesting characters or humorous touches—but the clumsiest, with the inexplicable additional property of the cages and the character who is introduced at very nearly the last moment.

Story of the Stone still has a great deal of charm, as I said in my last reading of it, but Bridge of Birds is still by far the best of them, with recurring jokes (“What have you done with my X?!”), a wider cast of characters, and a sweeter and more joyous leap into the mythic. I’m sorry that I won’t get to see the end Hughart had in mind for the characters, but if the books were going to continue in this pattern, I don’t regret missing the books along the way.

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Robb, J.D.: (27) Salvation in Death

From the library, more light reading, the latest Eve Dallas novel by J.D. Robb, Salvation in Death. A priest drops dead during a funeral Mass, and it turns out that someone’s put cyanide in the sacramental wine.

This turns out to be a type of story that I’d been wanting Robb to write (series spoilers, ROT-13: jurer n zna vf gur bar gb chyy gur ernyyl ybat-enatr pba (pbzcner Fgenatref)), but I’m not convinced by the portrait of the central character, which is what the entire book revolves around. It was probably pushing plausibility anyway, but I felt that Robb threw in one detail too many, which resulted in a muddled and contradictory whole.

Eve and Roarke’s past traumas are also stirred up by events of this book, after taking a back seat for a bit in the series. I’ve sometimes been unsatisfied with how these have been handled in the past, so I should note that I thought it worked pretty well here.

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Wilks, Eileen: (04) Night Season

More light reading/finishing four-book series that I started a while ago, with Eileen Wilks’ Night Season. I’d put off reading this because it focused on Cynna Weaver and I was unhappy with how the last book, Blood Lines, had treated her.

Unfortunately I didn’t think this book was an improvement in that regard, and for some reason—maybe just the sleep deprivation—I slid right off the worldbuilding in this book, too. (It doesn’t help that the book is structured as a Quest for the Plot Token.) So, unless the next book is a dramatic improvement, I suspect I’ll be dropping this series.

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Chase, Loretta: (104) Not Quite a Lady

A little light reading, Loretta Chase’s Not Quite a Lady, fourth and last in her Carsington Brothers series. Lady Charlotte Hayward is beautiful, rich, twenty-seven, and unmarried: a deeply improbable combination that she takes some pains to unobtrusively perpetuate, because she fears the revelation of the fact that she is not a virgin. But Darius Carsington, the scientifically-minded youngest Carsington brother, has taken over management of the property next door and is fascinated by her contradictions.

This is a sweet story of two people finding someone that they can be most fully themselves with. I would rank it probably just below Miss Wonderful; it’s more interesting than Lord Perfect, but the ending strikes me as improbably happy. All the same, it was an enjoyable way to pass a couple of hours and a decent way to round off the series.

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Shippey, Tom: Road to Middle-earth, The: How J.R.R. Tolkien Created a New Mythology

Some time ago, I started a chapter-by-chapter re-read of The Lord of the Rings, supplemented by reading works of criticism. Tom Shippey’s The Road to Middle-earth: How J.R.R. Tolkien Created a New Mythology was highly recommended for this project, and I dutifully bought it . . . and left it sitting on the shelf when my re-read stalled out seven chapters in.

I’m gearing up to resume the re-read, and started with Road. Because I was reading to gain insight into The Lord of the Rings, I found the first couple of chapters somewhat rough going. In brief, Shippey’s thesis is that the foundation of Tolkien’s fiction is his deep attachment to philology, or the comparitive study of languages to understand their evolution: this instilled twin awarenesses of continuing history and continuing linguistic change and gave him a vehicle to create a mythology for England. Which is fine, though the languages are the aspect of Middle-earth that I’m least interested in (well, after the calendars). But it takes most of the first chapter to even arrive at a definition of philology—after, of course, the apparently-obligatory discussion of LotR‘s poor critical reception. And then chapter two traces the early roots of Tolkien’s interest in philology and English myth, down to a two-page attempt to identify a Roman road referred to in a poem by, not Tolkein, but his friend.

I did a lot of skimming of the first two chapters, in other words. I’m just not the audience for them.

My patience was rewarded when the book began to analyze the fiction set in Middle-earth. The chapter on The Hobbit is both interesting in its own right and has useful observations applicable to LotR, such as how Tolkien’s portrayal of elves and dwarves attempted to synthesize their varied mythological characteristics.

For my purposes, the meat of the book is the three chapters on LotR, which I found helpful. Some of the points were the “oh, of course” types that crystalize things that I’d recognized but never articulated, while others stemmed from history or literature that I wasn’t familiar with. For instance, I didn’t know that the Riders of Rohan were almost identical to the Anglo-Saxons, with the exceptions of having horses and not having religion. And while I’d vaguely recognized that religious observances are oddly absent from LotR, I hadn’t understood that was because Tolkien was attempting to preserve the characters’ status as virtuous pre-Christian pagans.

The most useful piece of crystalizing analysis was a broad synthesis of theme, structure, and style. Here’s my attempt at summarizing: the portrayal of good and evil, and the book’s interlaced plot structure, heighten tension and provide an opportunity to dramatize a theory of virtue, particularly courage. For instance, the nature of evil is deliberately ambiguous, between the orthodox Christian view that evil has no independent existence but is simply the absence of good, and the Manichaean heresy that good and evil are equal and the universe is a battlefield between them (e.g., the Ring can be read as either a “psychic amplifier” or a “sentient creature”). This ambiguity heightens tension by making characters’ decisions more complicated. Supernatural good, conversely, is portrayed more weakly as luck or chance, which has a similar tension-heightening effect, but also preserves a space for characters to make decisions and exercise free will. And the interlaced structure of The Two Towers and The Return of the King does three things: allows for surprise and cliffhangers; gives readers a bigger picture that suggests an underlying structure or sense to events; but requires characters to make decisions based on incomplete information, to the same effect as the portrayal of good. These efforts are supported by the book’s style, which uses the hobbits as a bridge between modern expectations and the book’s mythical and romantic aspects (in the terminology of The Anatomy of Criticism).

I doubt this summary does the argument justice, but I did find it a useful illumination of aspects of the book I’d noticed but not fully articulated to myself.

Finally, Road discusses The Silmarillion, Tolkien’s non-LotR fiction, and The History of Middle-earth, which are the twelve volumes of drafts and unpublished material edited by Christopher Tolkien. I went back to skimming these, as The Silmarillion makes me cranky and I haven’t read the other works discussed.

In its entirety, this book is not for everyone, but as literary criticism of LotR, I was glad to have read it.

[Cross-posted to my LiveJournal.]

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