Fforde, Jasper: (02) Lost in a Good Book

Lost in a Good Book, Jasper Fforde’s sequel to The Eyre Affair, is a very silly book. Really very silly.

I was not that impressed with The Eyre Affair, frankly; it had some inspired bits, but I was never that involved in the story. For whatever reason, I enjoyed Lost in a Good Book far more. Maybe Thursday is a more interesting narrator to me when she starts out happy; maybe my expectations were more finely-tuned; maybe it’s just that I’m not recovering from taking the bar. Also, I was warned that it was not a fully self-contained story, so the ending didn’t bother me.

(I read the end yesterday, eating lunch outside on a beautiful sunny 80-degree day. Under those conditions, it would be hard to upset me anyway.)

Quite a lot of it doesn’t hold up to close scrutiny, but there are so many lovely little touches that I don’t really care. For instance, at a meeting of Jurisfiction, which polices literature from the inside, on the agenda is:

“Item three: Interloper in the Sherlock Holmes series by the name of Mycroft—turns up quite unexpectedly in The Greek Interpreter and claims to be his brother. Anyone know anything about this?”

I shrank lower, hoping that no one would have enough knowledge of my world to know we were related. Sly old Fox! So he had rebuilt the Prose Portal. I covered my mouth to hide a smile.

“No?” went on the Bellman. “Well, Sherlock seems to think he is his brother, and so far there is no harm done . . . “

Nice to know I’m not the only one who thinks Mycroft Holmes shows up out of nowhere.

And then there’s:

“Thursday, that’s not possible!”

Anything is possible right now. We’re in the middle of an isolated high-coincidental localized entropic field decreasement.”

“We’re in a what?”

“We’re in a pseudoscientific technobabble.”

“Ah! One of those.”

As I said, it is a silly book. I look forward to the next one considerably more than I looked forward to this one.

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Lee, Sharon, and Steve Miller: (07) I Dare (re-read)

On Monday, I was feeling out of sorts and wanted a comfort book. I had been reminded of Sharon Lee and Steve Miller’s I Dare while poking around Meisha Merlin’s (annoying) web site trying to decide whether to buy their most recent book, The Tomorrow Log (which I did, discounted from Amazon; it’s up next). Also, I was curious to see if I still had the problems I did on the first read. So I gave it a really quick re-read on Monday.

Well, all the gripes I had last time still bother me (except the copyediting, which I was reading too fast to notice). In particular, I think it would have been better if the story in this and Plan B had been condensed into one book and proportioned more chronologically. But I just really like the people, so it served its purpose perfectly well. It was probably a mistake to re-read it close to the new one, which is not in the same series, but oh well.

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Pratchett, Terry, with Ian Stewart and Jack Cohen: Science of Discworld, The

The Science of Discworld, by Terry Pratchett, Ian Stewart, and Jack Cohen works quite well as a bedtime/filler book. Chad’s book log entry describes the basic setup very well, so I’ll just mention a couple of things that I particularly liked.

One was a discussion of an experiment that used a genetic algorithm approach on electronic circuits, to explore evolution. After four-thousand odd generations, the resulting circuit could tell two tones apart, but in an incredibly complicated and non-intuitive manner; for instance, five of the logic cells in the circuit didn’t appear to do anything (they weren’t connected electrically to any of the others)—but if you took them out, it wouldn’t work any more. I thought this was a really illuminating example of how evolution doesn’t necessarily rely on narrativium (the power of story, which in the Discworld is one of the driving forces of the universe) and, therefore, doesn’t have to produce anything we’d recognize as a designed solution.

The other is a silly bit, as the wizards contemplate an ice age on Roundworld:

“I think it looks more like a Hogswatchnight ornament,” said the Senior Wrangler later, as the wizards took a pre-dinner drink and stared into the omniscope at the glittering white world. “Quite pretty, really.”

“Bang go the blobs,” said Ponder Stibbons.

“Phut,” said the Dean cheerfully. “More sherry, Archchancellor?”

“Perhaps some instability in the sun . . . ” Ponder mused.

“Made by unskilled labour,” said Archchancellor Ridcully. “Bound to happen sooner or later. And then it’s nothing but frozen death, the tea-time of the gods and an eternity of cold.”

“Sniffleheim,” said the Dean, who’d got to the sherry ahead of everyone else.

(Good night, everybody . . . )

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Gash, Jonathan: Judas Pair, The

The law library at work has a “paperback exchange,” where you can take out pleasure reads for free, or donate books. (In practice, it includes hardcovers and a few audio books.) For some reason, the selection tends heavily toward mysteries, and today the new ones had several in a series about an antique dealer.

The Judas Pair, by Jonathan Gash, is the first of the Lovejoy series, and as I’d guessed, does indeed have cool how-things-work vibes about the antique business. However, the first-person narrator is a complete jerk, and while the ending is initially cool in an adrenaline-inducing way, it doesn’t really make sense on sober reflection. This one’s going back to the paperback exchange. (I might get the rest and just read the antique stuff. I have no actual interest in buying antiques or collecting things, it’s just the kind of thing I find soothing to read about.)

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Lickiss, Rebecca: Never After

I’m glad I borrowed Never After, by Rebecca Lickiss, from the library.

Instead of actually buying it.

This book annoyed me quite considerably. A full explanation requires spoilers, which I’ll be posting to sf.written; a link will be in the comments, as usual. Here’s the setup: a prince goes looking for a princess, because his parents have decreed he can only marry an actual princess—mostly because they don’t like his cousin, Vevila, and are afraid he might marry her otherwise. The prince finds a castle behind brambles, complete with sleeping inhabitants and not one, not two, but three—princes. One “s” only. He also finds a sleeping woman who he’s convinced is a princess and would marry if she weren’t, you know, so asleep. So he goes to get his cousin Vevila, on the theory that she’s much smarter than she is and could figure it out. He runs into Vevila on the road; she’s run away from court, rather than be married off to her suitors, etc. Along the way they also pick up some wizards.

Back at the castle, they discover that the caster of the spell is still around: she’s the prince’s fairy godmother, protecting him from evil (or, Eeeevil) by keeping him away from the world. (She also divided him when he was a child, to protect him from assassins.) The witch has no intention of actually letting anyone break the spell, because that would mean her beloved godchild would be back in the world again. So she subjects Vevila to a princess test (spin straw into gold) before she’ll even let Vevila try to kiss the princes. Also, along the way, she curses one of the wizards so that he can only talk in Shakespeare quotes (which the wizards all know, even though they state he’s from a different world. Which is never explained.). As the story goes on, alleged princesses and princess tests proliferate, Rumpelstiltskin shows up, there’s a pumpkin carriage and a ball, and eventually everyone is subjected to a Happy Ending.

First of all, this has been done before, and better, by at least two different authors: Patricia Wrede, in her Enchanted Forest Chronicles, and Terry Pratchett, in Witches Abroad. (I do hope the author hasn’t read Witches Abroad, or if she did, that she meant the “cat turned into servant for Cinderella’s ball, acts like a, well, tomcat in human form” episode as a tribute to Greebo . . . ) Three, counting John Barnes’s One for the Morning Glory, I suppose. So any charm that originality might lend is lost on me.

Second, there are too many characters, and too few of them have any depth. Third, they all have horrible names; even for a parody-fairy tale, this is going too far. Althelstan. Vevila. Mazigian. Urticacea. Berengaria. Jaquenetta. You get the idea.

Fourth, fifth, and nth, the ending. Oh, the ending.

Okay. We’ve got a story that’s structured around fairy tale elements, specifically princess tests. The story uses these elements to deconstruct the idea of “royalty,” and to point out that a person’s status as a princess is socially constructed. Great, fine, no problem. Now, having gone to all the trouble of undermining one of the key conventions of fairy tales, why would the story turn around and subject its characters to the most unthinking and conventional kind of Happy Ending there is? It’s absolutely baffling, extremely unsatisfying, and a complete compromise of the characters.

And then the story takes the idea that royalty is purely socially constructed, and tries to extend it to claim that personality traits are also purely socially constructed. Which I find offensive. If the question is whether someone is, say, generous and charitable, then it actually matters if that person gives stuff away.

It’s possible that this extension was meant to be limited to magic, but that’s not how it reads to me. And I reject the idea, particularly when presented as the moral insight of the story.

If you want fairy tale elements twisted around in light fantasy, read the other books I mentioned above. Avoid this one.

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Conan Doyle, Arthur: (07) The Valley of Fear

I picked up the next Sherlock Holmes novel on my list, The Valley of Fear, because it seemed like it would be a good soothing read in times of uncertainty. As far as that went, it worked okay, but it really wasn’t that good a book. It started out in a promising fashion, with talk of Moriarty (obviously, this is a prequel), but shortly devolves into a fairly predictable murder mystery. I don’t know if Doyle was being really obvious, or I’m getting used to how Holmes stories work, but I was with Holmes all the way on the deductions. And then, once the murder is solved, we head into a long backstory exposition, chock full of lurid secret societies and star-crossed lovers and ocean-spanning vengeance. Excuse me, but we’ve done this already, and it wasn’t all that good in A Study in Scarlet, either.

*sigh* I want more Moriarty, and I’m not going to get it, at least not in Doyle’s works.

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Lightman, Alan: Einstein’s Dreams

After going to the Einstein exhibit at the American Museum of Natural History, I picked up Einstein’s Dreams, by Alan Lightman, for a re-read. This is a series of fictional vignettes about Einstein’s dreams about different kinds of time, which was moderately well-known when it was published. The last time I’d read it, I was confused about which of the vignettes was our reality; I thought there were two possibilities. This time I spotted the right one immediately; turns out that the other one I was thinking of had the right general idea, but on a wildly incorrect scale.

This is a very short book, with prose that approaches poetry at points. I enjoy it for its unusual extrapolations of the social effects of different forms of time; many of them are improbable (like ours), but they do display imagination, and there’s some nice images. Harmless way to pass half an hour.

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Elrod, P.N.: (03-04) Bloodcircle; Art in the Blood

I picked up Bloodcircle, the third book in P.N. Elrod’s Vampire Files, one night when I was waiting for the dregs of a horrible headache to pass so I could sleep. It’s short, it moves quickly, and Jack gets beat up routinely, so he feels worse than I did. In this book, Jack continues his search for the woman who made him a vampire, and we meet Jonathan Barrett, another vampire who has his own series. I have no interest in reading historical novels with Barrett, but I was interested enough in what happens to him in this time frame to pick up the next book the day after, Art in the Blood. However, Barrett doesn’t actually appear in this one; we seemed to have moved off of the beginning arc in the series (Jack is turned into a vampire and deals with it) into, possibly, one-shot mysteries. The plot of this one is basically unrelated to the prior books (though the emotional resonances from prior books remain), and a fairly standard, perfectly serviceable murder mystery it is. I have no great urge to read the next one, but I will someday.

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Pierce, Tamora: (208) Shatterglass

I bought Tamora Pierce’s Shatterglass, the last book in the Circle Opens quartet, while at Boskone, but didn’t complete a proper read for a while after that. This is as good as the first two, and considerably better than Cold Fire. This series is structured around two aspects of magework: discovering and teaching one’s first student, and the use of magic in forensics. In this book, Tris’s student is a grown man whose skill as a glassblower has been strangely warped after he was struck by lightning. He learns that he has both glass and lightning magic, with a strange precongitive aspect: sometimes his glass globes show crime scenes, including those of a serial killer preying on his community.

I’m really tired and not thinking of much else to say about this book. If you liked the prior books in the series, you’ll like this one, and really, that’s about it.

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Conover, Ted: Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing

Newjack: Guarding Sing Sing, by Ted Conover, is one of my rare nonfiction reads. My job prompted me to get this out of the library: I have a lot of cases brought by prisoners, and while I’ve learned a lot about the working of prisons in the last few months, I thought it couldn’t hurt to get some more information. This was written by a journalist who spent a year undercover as a corrections officer, going through the academy and then working in Sing Sing.

This was a good book, though it didn’t tell me much more than I already knew. If I’d read it earlier, I would have found it more helpful: it does a nice job explaining how the popular conception of prison life is considerably different than the reality. (That popular conception, by the way, can make defending corrections officers rather tricky.) Well, okay, it told me that Sing Sing is a damn difficult prison to run, since it’s so old. I’m more familiar with the newer medium and maximum security facilities, which are much less chaotic.

I skipped a few chapters here and there, because this needed to go back to the library, but what I did read was well-written and interesting. One lunch during trial, I asked our defendants (six corrections officers) what they thought of it. Interestingly, not all of them had read it, but they’d all heard good things about it. This doesn’t surprise me, as my impression of it was that it was trying hard to be an honest and balanced look at the author’s experiences, both internal and external. It’s not a deep philosophical look at the problems of the corrections system, but it’s quite good at what it does. Recommended.

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