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Sayers, Dorothy L.: (03) Unnatural Death

Another Sayers novel, namely Unnatural Death, and another pleasant re-discovery. I mean, it has a happy, lifelong lesbian relationship with admirable and admired partners (broken only by one partner’s death in 1922, before the book opens), legal neepery—neither of which I remembered—and Miss Climpson! What more could I ask for?

(Okay, I could ask for correct legal neepery. Apparently Sayers made a considerable error, though just enough is accurate to suffice for plot purposes. But never mind that.)

Agatha Dawson is the surviving partner of the relationship I mentioned above; when she dies, her doctor is baffled, as there doesn’t appear to be any immediate reason for the death (despite her suffering from cancer). Peter gets on the case by accident, partly because he has a meddling nature [*] and partly because he thinks he may have found a successful murder—no obvious means, no obvious motive, quietly going along under the radar, and who’s to say how many of the type there might be? (I couldn’t, myself, but I bet there are lots with this method.)

[*] Which, to be fair, troubles his conscience here and throughout the series. As a priest says to himself after encountering Peter, “‘Dear, dear, how nice they are. So kindly and scrupulous and so vague outside their public-school code. And much more nervous and sensitive than people think. A very difficult class to reach. I must make a special intention for him at Mass tomorrow.’ Being a practical man, Mr. Tredgold made a knot in his handkerchief to remind himself of this pious resolve.”

Probably non-lawyers roll their eyes and skim through the legal neepery in this book, but it amused me—”hey, I know what this is about!” And I certainly don’t want to meet Miss Climpson in person, but I really enjoy reading about her (even if Sayers ends up forgetting the existence of one (1) of her messages, this book). It’s a pretty good mystery, I think, but really, the main thing that pleases me so much is the positive portrayal of Agatha Dawson and Clara Whittaker’s relationship. (Note, however, that it does contrast oddly with the casual generalized racism of some of the characters, which itself contrasts oddly with the entirely sympathetic portrayal of the only Black character. If you don’t mind book-destroying spoilers, Jo Walton has interesting comments on British racism in the comments to this LiveJournal post.)

I think I’m going to re-read the short stories too, so a collection of those will be next up.

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Robb, J.D.: (18) Divided in Death

One of the benefits of an ongoing series is that an author can build up an extended cast: for instant conflict, just put one of the cast in danger. Over the many “in Death” books, the friends and colleagues of Eve Dallas have been attacked by serial killers, charged with murder, and beaten up by her husband, Roarke. In the latest, Divided in Death, J.D. Robb turns to one of Roarke’s most trusted employees, his admin Caro (who finally gets a last name): her daughter is framed for a double murder.

This is the first solo Robb book in hardcover [*], and perforce I checked it out of the library. (They’re guilty pleasures, not worthy of purchase in hardcover; besides, I was counting on these to help fill up the paperback shelves.) I speculate that the jump to hardcover affected the plot. On the personal level, it’s almost a reset in Eve and Roarke’s relationship, as they have their most serious conflict since they got married. I have become steadily more annoyed with Roarke as the series has progressed, and this book didn’t help that any. And on the mystery level, it has one of the more complicated plots that I can recall in these; which is not to say that it’s terribly interesting or plausible, because it isn’t. I really, really wish someone would dissuade Robb from doing computer-based plots, because they are just laughably bad.

Guilty, yes; pleasure, not so much. Too much angst—and just how long can Robb keep milking Eve’s tragic past, anyway? Sheesh.—and too many things running up against my willing suspension of disbelief. The next book looks to be a more traditional serial killer story, judging by the excerpt in the back of this book, and maybe that will be a return to form.

[*] Remember When was co-written with Robb’s other persona, Nora Roberts (her real name).

(But hey, these last few have been logged right after I finished the book in question. Except for half-a-dozen collections I’m partway through, and Sethra Lavode, which I will log when it’s released, I’m all caught up and can start making a dent in all the new releases I’ve been eagerly awaiting.)

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Walton, Jo: Tooth and Claw

Jo Walton’s Tooth and Claw is about, well, why don’t you go look at the cover?

Yeah. It’s about dragons that are people, specifically people in a Trollope novel, or what a Trollope novel might be if its characters were literal dragons. And, not-so-incidentally, ate each other. It is, in other words, a book in which the omniscient narrator can say

It has been baldly stated in this narrative that Penn and Sher were friends at school and later at the Circle, and being gentle readers and not cruel and hungry readers who would visit a publisher’s office with the intention of rending and eating an author who had displeased them, you have taken this matter on trust.

and this reader, at least, laughs at the “gentle reader” reference while remarking on the tricky balance between the tone and the content.

The book open with a dispute over how much of a father’s body should be eaten by each family member. From there spin out a lawsuit, social and religious dilemmas, hats, and numerous confessions and proposals (until one of the last chapters is titled “The Narrator Is Forced to Confess to Having Lost Count of Both Proposals and Confessions”). I agree with Chad that the end might wrap up a little too neatly, mostly because I don’t quite understand why one character didn’t tell another an important piece of news, but I love the end all the same: the resolutions are both what’s expected for the genre, modulo the teeth and claws (or at least what I imagine that to be; I’ve never read Trollope [*]), and an inversion, or subversion, or progression, thereof. That doubtless makes no sense at all to people who haven’t read the book, for which I apologize.

[*] Sherwood Smith has, and wrote an interesting review for the SF Site.

This is pretty well entirely unlike Walton’s previous novels (The King’s Peace and The King’s Name, and The Prize in the Game), except in its meticulously observed narrative voice and excellently rounded characters and world. (I even liked Felin, and I was fully prepared to dislike her when we first met.) This was good light fun with deeper substance behind it, and a gorgeous cover to boot. Being a gentle reader, I could hardly ask for anything more.

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Sayers, Dorothy L.: (02) Clouds of Witness

Dorothy Sayers’s second Wimsey novel, Clouds of Witness, was another lunchtime read. I liked this a lot better this reading, probably because this time I noticed the theme:

Truly enough the ’47 port was a dead thing; the merest ghost of its old flame and flavor hung about it. Lord Peter held his glass poised for a moment.

“It is like the taste of a passion that has passed its noon and turned to weariness,” he said, with sudden gravity. “The only thing to do is to recognize bravely that it is dead, and put it away.” With a determined movement, he flung the remainder of the wine into the fire.

This is very much a book about the need to clear away old, bad passions and romances, and the unfortunate consequences of failing to do so. (I think, by the way, that this might be one way to read the odd ways a couple of the plot threads wrap up: rewards to the characters.) In a way, the opening is a clue, as Peter vacations in Corsica and “stud[ies] the vendetta in its natural habit,” and then fetches up in Paris, which I tend to think of as representing elegantly decadent passion and romance. Of course, the first page made me snarf for a different reason, but that’s not relevant right now.

This is a better mystery than Whose Body?, with its complications and obfuscations very much proceeding from its theme. I know some people, including Pam [spoilers at the end] and Truepenny [spoilers throughout], have complained about the opening and closing set-pieces, but I confess to a certain fondness for them; no surprise there, I suppose, as I am a trial lawyer, and you just don’t get lines like “My lords, the barometer is falling” these days (or in this country). It’s not a perfect plot by any means; besides the odd wrappings-up, Sayers appears to have completely forgotten the existence of one (1) broken bone and one (1) child, neither of which is really justifiable. But I’m inclined to give this a bit of pass, just because I appreciate the way this book moves the characters and sets the stage for later books.

(I’m reconsidering leaving my The Lord Peter Wimsey Companion at home, by the way. It’s a gorgeous volume, very well done, but it’s just not the same looking up references after the fact. On the other hand, I hate to bring it into work; it weighs a ton, it’s too nice to leave in the bottom drawer of my battered filing cabinet, and dragging it out during quick lunches at my desk seems inexpressably geeky. Decisions, decisions . . . )

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Snicket, Lemony: (07) The Vile Village

The seventh Lemony Snicket book, The Vile Village, continues to ramp up my interest in the ongoing plot. Someone named Snicket appears, more things with the initials V.F.D. pop up, Klaus has his thirteenth birthday, and Sunny learns to walk. And, of course, all of the adults are either actively harmful, or very kind and completely feckless. They really are the quintessential YA books in terms of the absent parent/adults-as-enemy theme.

I feel like I should slow down in reading these, because I don’t want to have to wait for the release of new ones; there are still three more to come. But they’re such quick and easy reads that it’s hard to resist. We have the eighth out from the library as well, and it will probably be appearing here fairly soon.

I shall leave you with these words of wisdom:

Entertaining a notion, like entertaining a baby cousin or entertaining a pack of hyenas, is a dangerous thing to refuse to do. If you refuse to entertain a baby cousin, the baby cousin may get bored and entertain itself by wandering off and falling down a well. If you refuse to entertain a pack of hyenas, they may become restless and entertain themselves by devouring you. But if you refuse to entertain a notion—which is just a fancy way of saying that you refuse to think about a certain idea—you have to be much braver than someone who is merely facing some bloodthirsty animals, or some parents who are upset to find their little darling at the bottom of a well, because nobody knows what an idea will do when it goes off to entertain itself, particularly if the idea comes from a sinister villain.

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Hughart, Barry: (02) The Story of the Stone

I don’t like Barry Hughart’s second novel, The Story of the Stone, as well as I like his first, Bridge of Birds; I also don’t like the third, Eight Skilled Gentlemen, as well as the second. Some have suggested that one prefers Hughart’s novels in the order one reads them, which would be one explanation, but I’m not so sure about that. It’s true that part of the charm is the novelty, and as the series goes on, one begins to see some plot patterns.

However, I always think of the later books as being darker than the first, and this re-read supports that. In Bridge of Birds, Master Li and Number Ten Ox are trying to rescue the children of Ox’s village from a mysterious illness; in this book, our odd pair are asked to solve a mysterious murder, the partial destruction of a valley, and the apparent resurrection of a madman. I didn’t re-read Bridge of Birds, so I can’t be certain whether they also encounter much more creepy stuff along the way, but I have the distinct impression that they do.

There are certainly lovely bits here, most notably the extended scene where Master Li takes Ox and a companion to the Temple of Illusion for a trip into Hell. Ox, the narrator, treats it as an actual trip, and thus the reader tends to do the same; but I particularly like how Master Li consistently speaks of it, after they emerge, as an exploration of his inner mind. There’s also cheerful depictions of homosexuality and polyamory, making this an unexpectedly timely read. And I’m always glad to have Ox’s company.

I was in a rotten mood last week when I picked this up, and while it’s not as perfectly cheering a read as Bridge of Birds, it’s not half bad either. Unfortunately, I think it’s gone out of print again: all three had been reprinted in an omnibus from the sf store Stars Our Destination, but I assume that with the store’s folding, it’s not going to continue to be printed. Fortunately, Bridge of Birds remains in print from Del Rey.

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Stout, Rex: (36) Gambit

The very last Nero Wolfe book we didn’t own, Gambit, arrived at the end of January as a present, and I read it shortly thereafter. This is the one that opens with Wolfe burning the third edition of Webster’s page by page, as his latest client lays out the situation. I was rather tickled by this exchange at the end of the chapter:

 . . . when I finished there was no more dictionary except the binding. . . .

“Will this burn?” he asked.

“Sure; it’s buckram. It may smell a little. You knew you were going to burn it when you bought it. Otherwise you would have ordered leather.”

This is also the chess one, as the title suggests. It’s nice to be able see the solution to the mystery at the same time as Archie and Wolfe, but I don’t believe the revelation that allows the mystery to be solved: that it would have happened at all, I mean, not that it would have been revealed at that time.

A minor Wolfe, but there could have been a worse one to be last into the collection.

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Bryson, Bill: Mother Tongue, The

Bill Bryson’s The Mother Tongue is the first of his non-travel books, and one of two about the English language (Made in America is the other). Like the rest of his books, this was perfect before-bed reading: interesting and amusing, to clear my mind, but not much in the way of narrative drive, to keep me awake too long.

Nearly every page of this book has something good on it, that I want to write down or tell someone about. Just the first chapter includes: a Danish word that means “instantly satisfying and cozy,” hygge (anyone know how to pronounce that? I think we need to adopt it); a “Highlands Scottish” (Scots Gaelic?) word for “the habit of dropping in at mealtimes,” sgiomlaireachd; and an introductory discussion of why English is so flippin’ hard. This last was very relevant this week, as I did paper-torture with an intern at work: some things I could explain, or hand over photocopies from Woe Is I and The Elements of Style, but for a few, I had to resort to, “I’m sorry I can’t adequately explain why this is wrong. Just trust me.” Flipping through later chapters, I’ve lighted on the assertion that Shakespeare created approximately 1,700 words; a mention of a Broadmoor inmate’s tens of thousands contributions to the original OED; and a discussion of the British crossword which reminds me why I just skip past most of the Wimsey short story “Uncle Meleager’s Will.”

If you’re reading this, you obviously care at least somewhat about language. Therefore, you ought to read this book. Go on, I’ll still be here when you get back.

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Gaiman, Neil: (201.5) “The Monarch of the Glen”

Gaiman’s story in Legends II, “The Monarch of the Glen,” is set in the universe of American Gods. Shadow finds himself in Scotland, hired to bodyguard a party against gatecrashers, by a little doctor who calls him a monster and tells him, “I am something of a monster myself. Like calls to like. We are all monsters, are we not? Glorious monsters, shambling through the swamps of unreason . . . “

Yes, we’re in a monster story of a sort, a sort that is probably transparently obvious to everyone who isn’t me. I took much too long to figure out what was going on, partly because my background in some literary traditions is sketchy, and partly because I read this late at night while suffering from insomnia. For me, my principal impression of the story is that I still can’t get into Shadow’s point-of-view. Interesting things happen around him, but as a character he continues to slip through my fingers: which, yes, may well be the point, but I find it frustrating to a degree that overcomes my fondness for difficult narrators.

At the end Shadow decides to go back to America. I’ll read the stories to come about this, but again, I’ll dial my expectations way down, having determined that my problems with Shadow extend past the setup of American Gods.

Trivia note: we learn what name is on Shadow’s birth certificate in this story, which knowledgeable readers will have guessed already.

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Gabaldon, Diana: (201.5) “Lord John and the Succubus”

It’s a bit odd to log an anthology when I’ve only read two stories out of it, but as I bought it for those two stories and have no interest in reading the rest, I might as well. The anthology is Legends II, edited by Robert Silverberg; the two stories are Diana Gabaldon’s “Lord John and the Succubus” and Neil Gaiman’s “The Monarch of the Glen.” [*]

“Lord John and the Succubus” is a sequel to Lord John and the Private Matter, in which Lord John goes to the Continent as a liaison to the Hanoverian army. I think this story will seem odd whether or not one has read prior books in the series, but in entirely different ways. People who haven’t encountered Gabaldon before may well wonder what this story is doing in a fantasy anthology: there’s fantastic elements in the atmosphere, but no overt magic. (There are more overt sf elements in other books, including time-travel and ghosts; all the same, I feel the series is too obviously cross-genre to be labeled fantasy or sf.)

People who’ve read the first Lord John book may well wonder, as I did, at how the forthcoming middle book in the trilogy, Lord John and the Brotherhood of the Blade, will handle the events of this story. Basically, this novella appears to tell the complete story that was promised at the end of the prior book, “Lord John goes to Germany, sparks fly with big blond man” (to plagiarize myself). (Yes, the point-of-view character is gay; if you have a problem with seeing homosexuals as people, you shouldn’t read these.) I suspect that the transition between the first and second novels is likely to be odd for people who haven’t read this novella—”hey, we’re missing a story!”—which seems unfortunate to me.

As a story, I like it better than the first Lord John novel, because it does have more personal tension. On the other hand, the unalterable boundaries of canon do limit the possibilities on this front: the reader knows that Lord John’s not going to die in these books, because he’s alive some fifteen or twenty years later, and further knows that he remains entirely in love with someone who is 1) offstage and 2) completely and in every way possible unavailable. I suppose I should lower my expectations on this front a bit, because of the stories’ nature as prequels.

[*] The other contents are:

  • Robin Hobb, “Homecoming”, Farseer/Liveships universe (“Realm of the Elderlings,” per the Table of Contents).
  • George R.R. Martin, “The Sworn Sword,” Song of Ice and Fire universe.
  • Orson Scott Card, “The Yazzo Queen,” Alvin Maker universe.
  • Robert Silverberg, “The Book of Changes,” Majipoor.
  • Tad Williams, “The Happiest Dead Boy in the World,” Otherland.
  • Anne McCaffrey, “Beyond Between,” Pern.
  • Raymond E. Feist, “The Messenger,” Riftwar.
  • Elizabeth Hayden, “Threshold,” Rhapsody series (“The Symphony of Ages”).
  • Terry Brooks, “Indomitable,” Shannara.

Either I haven’t read the source material, or I’ve read some of it and don’t feel like going back into the universe for various reasons.

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