Baker, Kage: (01-02) In the Garden of Iden; Sky Coyote

Because I don’t have enough other series in progress, I decided to pick up Kage Baker’s Company books. I’d read the first two back when they came out and liked them, but put them aside to see if she actually finished the series and in good fashion. Well, she did, and remarkably rapidly too: eight volumes in ten years, with two short story collections (plus her fantasy novel The Anvil of the World and another collection that I haven’t read yet). The general consensus seems to be that the series concludes well, and they seemed to be about right for my current levels of energy and time: absorbing and with a good overall mystery to pull me forward, but not too dense or dark.

Judging by my re-read of the first two, this seems to have been a good call. The series opens with In the Garden of Iden, which is told in first-person retrospective by Mendoza, a botanist for the Company. She describes the setup very well in the first chapter, which is online and which I recommend. But the short version is that the Company, Dr. Zeus, invented time travel (backwards only) and a form of immortality in the 24th century [*]. It established bases in the distant past, turned a lot of children into immortals, and set them to work through time collecting genetic material, art, and other things that would not interfere with recorded history but that would generate fabulous profits when “rediscovered” in the 24th century. But when all those patient immortals catch up to the 24th century, what then?

[*] I suspect Baker may have had a better idea about the timeline later, but that’s a minor point.

Well, eventually the series will get there, but it starts in Spain in the 15th century, where Mendoza is rescued from the Inquisition and turned into an immortal. She chooses botany as a field because she hopes to avoid assignments with mortals; instead, she’s sent to England for what is supposed to be a quiet assignment collecting plant specimens. Except she’s been sent in as part of a team with Spanish cover identities during the brief reign of Mary I, a.k.a. Bloody Mary, and there’s this fascinating mortal man with emphatic religious views . . . (Hence the deliberate reference in the title, though the garden in question did belong to descendants of an actual historical figure named Alexander Iden.)

I liked this book a lot for Mendoza’s voice, her mix of cynicism and passion, and the effective way that Baker slides into the explicitly retrospective parts of Mendoza’s narration to leaven the teenage perspective. I’m unable to evaluate the accuracy of the historical portions, though I believe I’ve heard good things about it. Like the next book, I think the plot is a bit back-loaded, but the characters and narration carried me through.

The next book, Sky Coyote, is narrated by Joseph, who recruited Mendoza and was the leader of her first mission. It’s 1700 and the Company is going to whisk an entire village of Chumash, a California tribe, off for preservation (genetic material stored, cultural information sucked dry, and complete environmental samples taken). Joseph is to play Sky Coyote, the trickster god, and convince the village to agree; and Mendoza is back as a botanist.

Joseph’s narration, also first-person retrospective, is great fun and enlightening. Besides his healthy appreciation for the absurd (see this excerpt online), he knows a lot more about the Company because he was recruited in 20,000 BC or so. There are hints about the Company’s dark past and not-so-light present, and the first mention of the Silence, the date in 2355 after which the Company’s operatives in the past are given no information. The meat of the book, to me, is developing Joseph and the Company. The plot about the Chumash felt rather conflict-free until late, and I couldn’t help but be conscious of its blatant wish-fulfillment aspect—though, to be fair, I think the book is also conscious of it and makes an effort to acknowledge that though these villagers will not see the arrival of the Spanish, it’s still an ending for them and linked to a larger ending for the American Indian tribes. Also, the book is having such fun in smashing stereotypes that I couldn’t help enjoy it. As a Company immortal sums up the Chumash,

“They’re hunter-gatherers but also industrialists, if you can imagine that. They produce a wide variety of objects manufactured specifically for trade with other local tribes. They’ve developed a monetary system that other tribes have had to adopt in order to do business with them, but they’ve retained sole rights to the manufacture of the shell money they use. . . . These people have saunas. They have municipal centers for organized sporting events. They have ballet. They have stand-up comedians. I think most people would define that as the Good Life.”

“Sound like stereotypical Californians to me.”

Or, as one of the Company’s investors from the 24th century puts it,

“These Indians aren’t like the Hopi or the Navajo. Those were clean, peaceful Indians with an advanced society and beautiful mythology. They farmed and they built houses the way we do. These Chumash are different. They’re dirty-minded, lazy, pleasure-loving Indians.”

(The, err, differences in worldview between the historically-recruited immortals and the 24th-century members of the Company—mortal and immortal—is another source of conflict in the novel and presumably in the rest of the series.)

Anyway, so far so good, and I’m looking forward to the next book, which returns to Mendoza’s point of view.

5 Comments

Chesterton, G.K.: Man Who Was Thursday, The

I am probably the only person in the world who doesn’t know this, but G.K. Chesterton’s The Man Who Was Thursday is an allegory. It is not a mystery, or a thriller, or a comedy (in the genre senses of the words). It literally does not make sense on any level other than the allegorical.

It is important to know this, because otherwise you might be like me and start listening to an unabridged reading recorded off BBC7 under the vague impression that it’s a thriller. And then things start making less and less sense, and you get annoyed, and you decide to just skim the book rather than spend more time with people who aren’t very smart, and then boom! suddenly you’ve got allegory all over you.

Which is a terrible thing to happen when you’re not expecting it.

6 Comments

Kirstein, Rosemary: (04) The Language of Power

Rosemary Kirstein’s The Language of Power is the fourth and most recent Steerswoman book. This time, the subject is a closer look at the wizards, as Rowan investigates an anomaly: a wizard who, at a significant point in history, changed overnight from capricious to kindly, and drew the attention of a Steerswoman—but died before she arrived.

This starts a little slowly, but kicks into high gear roughly halfway through with the first of three wonderfully tense sequences in a row, and culminates in another revelation that opens the world up even further for the reader. (However, I do not recommend reading this as a substitute for a nap, lest you completely misunderstand said revelation the way I did initially.) The book also contains the fine, compassionate characterization that I have come to expect, including another detailed look at a town and its social dynamics.

A spoiler post follows.

6 Comments

Highsmith, Patricia: Strangers on a Train (radio, text)

I listened to Patricia Highsmith’s Strangers on a Train as a one-hour BBC radio play (currently available for download at M Radio), and enjoyed it up until the end, which prompted me to get the book out of the library. The book is better, in my opinion, but hard for me to assess objectively because much of my reaction to it is in relation to the radio play, about which more in a spoiler post.

Anyway, the premise of Strangers on a Train is brilliant in its simplicity: two strangers meet on a long-distance train. [*] They have dinner and get drunk in a private compartment, and find that they have something in common: their lives would be much improved by the death of one person. One proposes that they should swap murders, but the other doesn’t take him seriously until their one person turns up murdered. Then what?

[*] The book is copyright 1950, which reminds me of John M. Ford’s comments in From the End of the Twentieth Century about how certain plots are no longer possible with the demise of trains as a major form of transportation.

The BBC version is a very tense listen, if a bit compressed, and kept me metaphorically on the edge of my seat until the end. (It’s metaphorically only because I was driving.) But the ending surprised me in one aspect and puzzled me in another. And the play also had a very peculiar view of love—at one point, one character says to another, “I don’t love you because you’re good, I love you because you’re mine.” Which, when it’s murder at issue . . . ? So I was curious if these aspects were originally part of the book.

The book, it turns out, has a different ending. (And the Hitchcock movie has a third.) I much prefer the book’s ending, but as I said, I can’t really see it in isolation, because I was reading it in dialogue with the radio play (and to a much lesser extent, the movie, which I have not seen). I can say that the first half really pulled me in, but the second half seemed to drag and the head-hopping omniscient became distracting—which is especially unfortunate given the complex and claustrophobic psychological portraits the book is built around. I certainly recommend it to those who like their thrillers dark, twisty, and internal.

2 Comments

Torkells, Erik: A Stingray Bit My Nipple!: True Stories from Real Travelers

I requested a review copy of A Stingray Bit My Nipple!: True Stories from Real Travelers, by Erik Torkells and the readers of Budget Travel, from LibraryThing’s Early Reviewers program. (This review is, alas, not early; the book was published in April.)

This paperback consists of single-page anecdotes from readers, mostly of international travel, and often accompanied by their pictures. Because I find it very difficult to turn off my analytic tendencies, I found myself wanting to categorize the stories: weird food, mistranslations, sexual boundaries, toilets, animals . . . (I also found it difficult to avoid forming opinions about some of the people recounting these anecdotes, which is perhaps less than charitable of me, but probably more understandable than wanting to chart the distribution of story types. I will note on the evidence of the pictures, the readers of Budget Travel are quite overwhelmingly white.)

There are some good stories and pictures in here. I particularly like the pig drinking a beer and the camel drinking a Coke—they both look very happy about it. I envy the woman who bathed in a mineral spring pool with flames dancing on the surface. And I laughed at the hand-painted sign on St. John that reads, “Tourist Info: You Are Lost” (they were, too) and the guy who bought a T-shirt that accurately labeled him, in Swahili, as a white boy tourist.

This is a good book for flipping through, either to get a feel for whether you want it or someone you know would, or just to browse on occasion. Reading it straight through, the way I did, is probably not the best way to experience it.

A minor note: the book’s pages are thickish, and I found it easy to skip pages without realizing it.

No Comments

Banks, Iain M.: (04) Excession

I skipped to Excession in my intermittent re-read of Iain M. Banks’ Culture books, one sunny weekend day when I wanted to be outside and I saw a random mention of a black-body object, which always reminds me of this excellent back cover copy on my edition:

Two and a half millennia ago, the artifact appeared in a remote corner of space, beside a trillion-year-old dying sun from a different universe. It was a perfect black-body sphere, and it did nothing. Then it disappeared. Now it is back.

I’d remembered Excession as a fun book and the one most about the Culture proper, at least until Look to Windward. I’d forgotten that it involves Dajeil Gelian, a woman who deliberately remains nine months pregnant for forty years. So, as you might imagine, when I opened up the book in my sixth month of pregnancy and encountered her, I blurted out, “The hell you say!”

A moment’s reflection told me that the same level of bioengineering that let her halt her pregnancy must also give her the ability to ameliorate all the many physical side-effects of being pregnant, which allowed me to just barely suspend my disbelief. Still, as Chad put it when I mentioned this to him, the Culture, which has pregnancies, is written by Iain M. Banks. In contrast, the Vorkosigan universe, which is much less technologically advanced, nevertheless has uterine replicators, and is written by Lois McMaster Bujold.

Anyway. The Excession appears and plots immediately spring up around it, which end up affecting a number of vastly self-absorbed individuals such as Dajeil. The wide-angle stuff is fine, just as entertaining as I remembered, with the minor exception that the Affront (Banks really has a flair for names) is maybe too similar to the society in The Player of Games. But the small-scale stuff ends up being mostly about Dajeil, and because I can’t get a handle on her, it ends up falling flat for me. I first read this in college, and then I barely thought about whether she made sense. Now, I spent a lot of time trying to construct any sympathetic or sensible model of her in my head, and I just couldn’t do it.

So, not as successful a book for me on this re-read, but I am now in the mood for the rest of the series, if only my free time would cooperate.

No Comments

Urushibara, Yuki: Mushishi, vol. 1

The first volume of the manga Mushishi, by Yuki Urushibara, is somewhere between a collection of mysteries and mood pieces. It’s not for everyone or all moods, and I’m not sure I feel the need to own subsequent volumes, but it’s quite well done.

Mushi are very primitive forms of life. When they interact with humans, they can cause drawings to come to life, or eat the sounds the humans would hear, or provide premonitory dreams. Mushishi are those humans who have a talent for sensing mushi and make a career of dealing with them. The manga follows Ginko, a young mushishi with only one eye, as he travels around Japan and confronts mushi-related problems.

In this first volume, there’s little in the way of narrative momentum, as each chapter tells a self-contained story. I understand that in later volumes, hints are given about Ginko’s back story, but it’s not clear to me whether the series does or is meant to have any overall arc. Since what-happens-next is normally a major motivation for me, this is part of the reason I’m not rushing out to buy the next couple of volumes. Character is my other major motivation, and I don’t have enough of a feel yet for Ginko’s character to be really invested in his story.

However, the individual stories in the first volume are imaginative, affecting, and occasionally even a little haunting. The art suits them well, though I sometimes had trouble with the panel flow—perhaps just a sign that it’s been a while since I was reading right-to-left. The overall atmosphere strikes me as on the contemplative end, for all that there are moments of urgency. If you’re in the mood for atmospheric mysteries, this is worth looking into.

(There is also an anime that I understand follows the manga very closely.)

2 Comments

Kirstein, Rosemary: (03) The Lost Steersman

The third book in Rosemary Kirstein’s Steerswoman series, The Lost Steersman, is as excellently absorbing as the prior books. It’s true that it doesn’t much advance the plot set up to date, but I enjoyed what it does do so much that I don’t actually care. Mileage may vary, of course, especially for those who waited more than a decade for this book and didn’t have the fourth sitting on their shelf waiting for them.

Rowan is looking for clues to the location of the mysterious wizard Slado. In the town of Alemeth, she finds three things: a Steerswomen’s archive in shambles; a community attacked by acid-spraying demons on an increasing frequency; and Janos, a former Steersman who resigned suddenly and is now under ban for refusing to explain why.

I have some reservations about the plot of this book, but they are overshadowed by the wonderfully strange and difficult turn it takes in the last quarter or so. First, it manages a remarkable tone shift to an almost dream-like state, which I found impressive by itself. And then its revelations complicate things so well and so fascinatingly that I’d forgive quite a bit more in the way of plot issues. Certainly Kirstein is making an eventual resolution to the series more difficult for herself, but for now I admire that and am willing to take the chance that she’s bit off more than she can chew. (Reports that she has discovered the need to write another book between the published fourth and what was to be the fifth, the completed City in the Crags, do cause me some concern, I admit.)

The other thing I note about this book is that, like the first, it incorporates another point of view. Steffie is a villager who helps at the archive and gives more insight into how Steerswomen are perceived by outsiders. His point of view is more successfully integrated that the one in the first book, but I still found it mildly jarring.

What else can I say? If you like speculative fiction, you should be reading this series.

1 Comment