Monday, 16 November 2009
Sorcery Rising takes place in an initially magic-poor world, and it was, let me say, a genuine pleasure to see it carried off in such an interesting and believable manner. Politicking, customs - all were well-executed. However, this is changing. Sanctuary, hidden among icebergs and tundra, is about to release its fugitives: Virelai, the apprentice to Sanctuary's magical master, the Rose of Elda, an enigmatic, beautiful, and strangely-motivated woman, and a cat - Bete - in whom Sanctuary's master has enclosed his magic. An odd choice? Yes. Meanwhile, Katla Aransen and her family also travel to the Allfair - this time as merchants. Bearing pattern-forged blades and semi-precious sardonyx, they aim for profit: but will find something totally unexpected, because the magicless world is changing. Tycho Issian intends to sell his daughter to evade debt and win himself an alliance; the Vingos to purchase themselves a bride. King Ravn of Eyra likewise seeks a wedding: with both politics and passion to consider, his choice will be a difficult one. But as the world changes, no plan will leave unchanged, as these disparate plotlines are brought together in a fantastic conclusion at the Allfair.
Sorcery Rising, without doubt, has moments of genuine flair. For example, Virelai and Bete make an interesting pair, and there are some genuinely great scenes to be found here. Although there are plenty of stock characters to be found (most notably among the female peruasions), Fisher's characters are genuinely sympathetic and likeable, and dialogue is never stilted, but constantly entertaining. However, there are individual moments that stand out as cliche, and these could have benefited from editing: Virelai with his later mantra, the Rosa Eldi and her actions. Still, overall, I must consider the plot a good one: it's interesting, has some genuine darker motifs, and is on the whole quite unpredictable.
Overall, I'd recommend this to anyone in search of an entertaining, but not too strenuous read. It's not Erikson or Rothfuss, but it's a good read nonetheless.
My Conclusion: 6.5/10
Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Ben and Willow have sent their only daughter, Mistaya, back to Earth - for some education. Unfortunately, unleashing a magically-gifted teenager into the usually-mundane private education system may not have been quite as good an idea as it sounded. Pressed by the school bully, Mistaya conjures a dragon - not the anticipated reaction. Nevertheless, Mistaya is suspended by the school authorities to make her way back to Landover - and her parents.
Equally unfortunately, Ben Holiday isn't happy about Mistaya's own attempts to administer justice in school - but what could be a suitable punishment for the magical daughter of the King? Oh, yes. A library. A library that Ben Holiday had not heard of until that same day. Clearly, this is not one of the King's few successful ideas. Naturally, Mistaya runs - meeting, on the way, the enigmatic Edgewood Dirk, a Prism Cat. This time, however, curiosity can't kill the cat. And Edgewood Dirk is very curious...
It may seem a conventional plotline, but far from it. Twists are executed with Brooks' usual comic flair, and although lacking in conventional hilarity, Brooks' own style is prevalent here. It's brilliant, and additions (like Laphroig) to our eclectic cast, aside from the usual mix, only make it more so. A few twists are anticipated, admittedly, but there are few flaws in this polished novel - and the finale makes it clear that Landover still has stories to tell.
My Conclusion: 7.5/10
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Sunday, 8 November 2009
There's been a disaster in Unseen University. Well, two. Newly-appointed Master of Traditions Ponder Stibbons has uncovered that one of the University's oldest grants isn't quite as kind as they'd imagined (or simply not thought about): in fact, it requires that they partake in the city's football. Every year. But this wouldn't be a problem, if only the grant didn't support most of the cheeseboard - and a few other meals to boot. And Unseen University won't give up their food without a fight, even when it involves exercise. And then there's the other problem. The Dean, one of the largest (literally) presences in the staffroom, has become an Archancellor in himself - at another university. Even if it doesn't have banquets. Or much of a budget. But while Unseen University prepares for their turn to fight, the Patrician is playing a new game with equality - and Uberwald. The anonymously anonymous Mr. Nutt has been sent to Ankh-Morpork, the largest city on the Discworld, and he, too, has been enlisted by the University.
It's a fantastic satire with a message: for fashion, on equality, whatever Pratchett sets his pen to, it's literary gold. I don't need to talk about the prose, so instead let it suffice to say: it's brilliant. As for our cast, it's eclectic as always, although I'd have expected a little more of Rincewind. However, Dr. Hix thoroughly makes up for this, elucidating on his character from previous novels and making the "skull-ring" an in-joke. We've got appearances from a good deal of Ankh-Morpork's previous characters as well, among them William De Worde - all in all, it's a brilliant and insightful rentry to the Discworld, and well, well worth reading.
Friday, 6 November 2009
As for me, I'm writing my review of Terry Pratchett's Unseen Academicals - while finishing up some science fact, namely The Emperor's New Mind. I'm just preparing for a series of Jim Butcher mini-reviews - see my review of Storm Front - and it's raining.
Well, at least one thing is normal.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
It commences where Mostly Harmless left off - in real time, because our protagonists (well, not strictly accurate, I know) have - to put it likely - been experiencing rather more pleasant worlds for the past few years. But Earth is about to be destroyed (again), and it's up to Arthur Dent to get as far away as he can. On the way, he, Random, and Trillian will encounter many of our familiar characters, as Vogons attempt to destroy the last remaining Earthling colony, because Paper Is Important. I would explain, but just about any attempt to penetrate the plot's utter insanity (but in a good way) smells vaguely of spoilers. But the plot here isn't the question. Does Colfer's style stand up to Adams' original prose? Oh, yes.
Brilliantly fluid prose, hilarious gags, and a real sense of Adams' original direction make And Another Thing an unmissable continuation. Characters (aside from what seem a few minor Beeblebrox blips) remain uniquely Adams' own, and the humour is in the style of the trilogy's original five novels - while still introducing a few of Colfer's own in-jokes for later in the novel. Admittedly, there are a few seams - most notably with a few interior monologues that seem too much like an attempt at one of Adams' traditional types of humour, but falter slightly. But overall, it fully lives up to its predecessors, and continues Colfer's run of success. Fantastic!
My Conclusion: 9/10
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
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Thursday, 29 October 2009
There are several contradictions paining the novel as well - our protagonist has fallen in love with the slave liberator from afar. Fair enough - they're cloistered, and she's about to be rescued. But he is under the impression that she is a young girl, and for him to suddenly turn around - in internal monologue - and confess to have loved him from the first call is simply a mistake, and repeated as it is, you're forced to wonder about the editing - mistakes profligate. However, although the deux-ex-machina finale is to be avoided, Lisle must be lauded for one aspect: her heroine suffers for her actions. The new Hawkspar Eyes certainly isn't an "author's darling"
Thursday, 15 October 2009
Otherwise, I'm looking at SFF Chat - another new blog, well worthy of attention. If you're interested, you can find it - here.
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Wednesday, 14 October 2009
Comic fantasy is admittedly a difficult genre to carry off well. Plenty have failed. Some, like Joe Abercrombie, have carried the trick with remarkable flair - and it's only a pity that Glass Dragons, by Sean McMullen, can't be numbered amongst them. Our two protagonists - a Laurel and Hardy-esque pair - are one trick ponies. Wallas is fat. Andry is thin. Wallas is aristocratic and crass. Andry is lowborn and noble. Wallas has luck with women. Andry doesn't - but later they turn round and love him anyway. *Cough* Excuse me? Just how long ago was it that they wouldn't speak to him? Ah, yes. Two minutes. Wallas, a Master of Royal Music accused of assassination (despite the steadily proliferating evidence to the contrary), flees the Emperor's palace to a nearby tavern, there meeting Andry, surviving a night's carousing though the waterfront - and then accompanying him the next day. Meanwhile, an etheric device is being constructed: the Dragonwall - and it's only a matter of time before one of the involved sorcerers realise that the entire capability of Dragonwall is available to anyone. It's a thin premise, and as Andry and Wallas stumble from slapstick into misjudged love, it only becomes less believable. They're torn from political conflict to etheric machinery in laughably little time - whereupon nobody mentions the previous events. Granted, there are moments of genuine humour - dialogue is amusingly plotted, fast-paced, and hilarious - but insipid, generic characterisation and reused reactions - women to Andry and Wallas, for example - quickly become repetitive. I'm sorry I couldn't like it on reread - but it's a world that works on first try, and it's worth a look for fans of the genre. Otherwise, Glass Dragons won't be making my recommendations.
Monday, 12 October 2009
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Sunday, 11 October 2009
Erikson's intensely moral, poignant tale will enthrall, an epic of breathtaking proportions. It's evident that the reader doesn't - and shouldn't - understand Erikson's world, a collaborative composition between Erikson himself and Ian C. Esslemont. The term convergence is definitely appropriate, here, as Erikson is seen tying the threads from the preceding novels together into a tapestry that is altogether unexpected; still, he possesses smalls. Albeit minor ones - even sappers have a tendency to launch into philosophical discussion of war, rather than its practicalities. Worldbuilding, however, aided by Erikson's archaeological propensities, is deep, and the numerous texts glimpsed throughout the book provide enthralling, if flawed, glimpses of Erikson's future vistas.
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Wednesday, 7 October 2009
1. Memories of Ice, Steven Erikson
2. Reaper's Gale, Steven Erikson
3. The Quiet War, Paul McAuley
4. Glass Dragons, Sean McMullen
5.(Belated Review!) Toll the Hounds, Steven Erikson
6. You choose!
Tuesday, 6 October 2009
In Moscow, it's not only humans who walk the streets. It's an open premise, indeed. In Night Watch, these are Others, bearing allegiance to Light or Dark - but these are far from the absolutes you'll see in other works. For when an Other first enters the Twilight, that shadowy half-world that only the truly inhuman can enter, his mood - his feelings - force a choice: the Light, or the Dark. The distinction, after all, is far from close cut, as we'll see. But the Others now owe allegiance to a third force, too - a Treaty, between Light and Dark, to prevent the wars of the past. To prevent unrestrained Light and Dark. Now, for every act of "Good", there must be one of "Evil" - and who can enforce this against potential lawbreakers - with magical abilities beyond comprehension? The answer is, or are, the Watches. Night (Light), and Day (Dark), each watches and regulates the Others of the opposite allegiance, constantly in conflict. And playing a role in this conflict, our protagonist, Anton Gorodetsky. An Other of average talent serving in the Night Watch, Gorodetsky's boss, Gesar, has pushed him away from his role as the head programmer for the Watch - because Gesar wants Gorodetsky, there's a rogue vampire on the loose, an Other of incredible power, and a curse that threatens to destroy the city with its victim. But not all plots belong to the Dark.
And that, though complex, is only story one - of three. For, at its heart, belying the excitement and the urban flair, is an intensely moral conflict - of what is justifiable, what is necessary. Of inherent qualities, and those earned. And... Well, you'll see. But Night Watch is an unforgettable story, with a not-always-sympathetic protagonist in Anton Gorodetsky - a rare trope -, and Light and Dark where the former's plots are just as deadly as the latter's. To Anton Gorodetsky, our unwilling protagonist, they're more so.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Lur, a land cohabited by both the native Olken, and the fugitive, ruling Duranen, is showing signs of civil unrest - the Olken, forbidden their (weaker) magical abilities, and ruled by effortlessly magical Duranen, are rioting in the streets - as Asher, fisherman and eighth son, enters the Royal Stables. Rising through blunt manner to become an assistant to the sole aberration in this order, Prince Gar - a magicless Doranen serving in the role of mediator between the two peoples -, Asher is being watched. Less usual than one would expect? We'll see. The Circle seek to preserve Olken magic until the coming of the prophecied "Innocent Mage", an Olken with the abilities of the magical Duranen. It's a decent plot so far, but the outside threat added later into the novel turns the tale of mediation and unrest into out more stereotypical tale of absolutes: good versus evil. The Duranen had fled Morg - absolute evil - to come to Lur, the land inhabited by the Olken - and erected the Weatherwall, some unknown symbiosis of weather and magic to repel Morg. But this is about to change. Unbeknownst to the Doranen, their excavations in the old Palace have uncovered a way to bring Morg inside their best defence against him...
And it gets worse. There are few twists, and Asher's personality doesn't develop past the half-way mark - but that's not to say it's all bad. Miller's portrayal of speech is remarkable, bringing characters' dialogues to life even when their actual characterisation (as in Daphne, the transparent romantic interest) is rather weak. Asher's POV, also, is well characterised, even without significant development - a sympathetic aspect in Miller's prose-as-Asher lends drive to the narrative through concern, emnity, and empathy for the surrounding characters - Gar, the Circle and the Doranen Royal Court.
Monday, 28 September 2009
Sunday, 27 September 2009
Harry Dresden is a Chicago-based private detective, working for not-terribly-much-money - mainly with the local police. He's also a wizard on probation. For murder. Harry Dresden's master - later discovered to be a black magician - died in mysterious circumstances, and the Council isn't certain whether Dresden acted in self-defence - and after a second apprenticeship, he's still being watched. So when a gruesome murder investigation and a missing husband land on his doorstep (though not literally), Harry's seeing a profit margin (and a large one) - but caution is of the essence. Any dubious magic is suspect, and with the Council at his door, Harry is going to have to step carefully.
As you can see, it's fairly easy to recognise the entwined cases - especially in a novel as slim as Butcher's. Nevertheless, it's a compelling story, and told well. Reusing elements from popular culture and mythology, Dresden's magic system nonetheless possesses the necessary factor for detective fiction in which magic plays a major part: it's consistent. Especially in light of future books, Dresden's system maintains almost complete consistency, which is, of course, essential. Because the reader doesn't like to be cheated with this - a major feeling in Green's Haunting the Nightside, where the unchecked expansion and contradictory nature of his system/world mean that there is no possibility of reader insight into the clues. Here, there is - but that's not to say there aren't flaws.
There are. Firstly, as aforementioned, the twinned cases. Secondly, some characters are a little stereotyped - for some later characters, characterisation is rather weak, although for Butcher, we must make a concession for low page count. The prose isn't perfect - there are mistakes -, but it's there, and there are few - if any - of the more prosaic tics. Altogether, it's a fast-paced, sympathetically-characterised, compelling read - and that's, after all, what counts.
Saturday, 26 September 2009
The Lies of Locke Lamora
Friday, 25 September 2009
As you can imagine, Dust of Dreams was the one book I was desperate to get hold of. And I did - but before I could buy it, my local library turned up with a copy. (I suspect a miracle, personally) And so I set to work, in the least onerous way possible - and found it was well, well worth the wait.
But before I begin, just let me note that Dust of Dreams and The Crippled God were written as one novel, and more importantly - they read like it, too. So be warned: Dust of Dreams has a cliffhanger - but does, on the other hand, possess a conclusion.
There is only one word that can describe Dust of Dreams, and that would be "epic". But perhaps that doesn't go quite far enough, so let's try "cataclysmic" - for, if not Erikson's apotheosis, Dust is certainly close. Overshadowing all is the ominous foreshadowing of an ending. Because an end is coming to the Malazan Book of the Fallen. After the eight previous volumes, each adding progressively more tangles to Erikson's uniquely Gordian knot, that knowledge is a burden on each page. Is Erikson going to finish the Malazan Book of the Fallen - with the style, the flair, that has impressed readers and critics for his eight previous novels?
And this theme is reflected in each of Erikson's tangled plotlines. For in the last bastion of the K'Chain Che'Malle, a (after all, merely) human Destriant, Kalyth, prepares to serve the final command of a matriarch driven mad by pain. The K'Chain Che'Malle seek humans - or the secrets of humanity's success - for the K'Chain Che'Malle must prepare for their last stand, in the brutal, new world that has defied them so many times before. In Lether, Fiddler prepares for a new and violent reading. But in Letheras, home of Elder gods and newborn warrens, not all will be as it seems - and this Deck bears hidden chains. And as the Malazan Army's allies seek to cross a continent, so do the Shake seek a - perhaps - more perilous path, driven by an ancient promise and a sea of blood behind, For the Shake journey to Kharkhanas, where Mother Dark mourns her firstborn son.
Dark, ominous - and above all, epic -, Dust of Dreams begins to weave the scattered threads of Malaz into a saga that all turns about a fulcrum - a lone, battered army travelling into a war even they do not understand. Erikson's prose is almost lyrical, leaping from the natures of gods - and others - to a single soldier's view in the space of an instant, but with seemingly effortless grace. As the links between gods and warrens, realms and Elders begin to be made clear, Dust of Dreams delivers a new and frightening foray into Erikson's world. I only have one complaint - and that's that it has to end.
Thursday, 24 September 2009
John Taylor is a detective - with a difference. In the Nightside, a world inside a world, where magic and machinery can stand side by side, a world where anything can be bought and sold, and nobody will bat an eyebrow, John Taylor can find anything. Sounds vaguely like a Deux Ex Machina device, doesn't it? And you'd be right. It is. But Green ameliorates this to the extreme - on John's trail, and able to sense the use of his gift, are the Harrowing (and believe me, they are: for the reader), Taylor's enemies for a reason that nobody knows. Or will tell him.
...But Taylor has left the Nightside, until a wealthy businesswoman calls at his London office with a problem. Her daughter has gone. And in his client's hand, the only clue she's got. And it reads NIGHTSIDE. Taylor's past will pull him back into the Nightside with a vengeance - and not all in this straightforward case is as it seems.
I would have enjoyed Into the Nightside for its purely stylistic merit, but Green takes it a step further: the world is entrancing (though has a slight problem with contrast - where everything is magical, powerful, and can cause inevitable cataclysm, nothing really remains to intrigue the reader by contrast). There's only one real flaw in Into the Nightside, and that is that the circumstances used to ameliorate Taylor's Deux-Ex-Machina-type ability on occasion seem just like that - used, and evidently so. But there's also plenty to like, with Green's well-developed characters, larger-that life (and well-so) world, and almost sympathetic, quasi-antihero that is John Taylor. It's well worth the read.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
In NewScientist, Kim Stanley Robinson's article has evoked no little response: myself, I thought the article (and flash fiction) was/were excellent. Robinson is right - there's disturbingly little SF in the shortlists (not least those mentioned in the article). This may be a long-standing trend, but with ever more "literary" SF being published, the stereotyping should end: SF has broken out of its ancient mould, and it's time to give it some recognition.
A Game of Thrones
Monday, 21 September 2009
Raymond E. Feist
His debut novel (and apotheosis), Magician is the epitome of more traditional fantasy - done well. Feist's flair lies in his portrayal of the world reached through the rift: the Tsurani are sensibly-motivated, cultured, and their politics are fascinating - in other words, Feist doesn't succumb (at all) to that fantasy stereotype of the barbaric "other" world/culture. Though not lacking its share of stereotypes, Magician weaves a fascinating tale of life and politics between two worlds, sometimes simultaneously. Genius. Although Feist's books decline in quality from this point, Magician is classic fantasy.
The Dragonbone Chair
Set in Osten Ard, Williams' own take on a fantastical Europe, The Dragonbone Chair is a perfect example of a "soft" magic system done well. Utilising some of the principals of alchemy, Williams' system works incredibly well in context. His characters, meanwhile, subvert some of fantasy's central stereotypes in a novel that is anything but light-hearted - although slow to start, the sense of impending cataclysm is inimitable, and the underlying motifs subtle and understated. Although To Green Angel Tower's ending may disappoint, Osten Ard is a world you cannot help but fall into. His well-developed characters, meanwhile, possess - in addition to plot -, the sense of out-of-screen activity that most other writers would be hard-put to match. There are few plot flaws; Williams' characters stray naturally from the path, creating a tale that is lovable and realistic, rather than the more calculated fare that dominated fantasy at the time The Dragonbone Chair was published.
Sunday, 20 September 2009
Guy Gavriel Kay
I could recommend just about anything from Guy Gavriel Kay for this list, but Tigana is something special - even for Kay. Set in the Peninsula of the Palm, a quasi-Italian mass of feuding city-states, the tyrant Brandin - driven by grief at his son, Stevan's death in battle - obliterates the name of a nation: Tigana. At the novel's core is the conflict around this identity, and the importance of it - and Tigana is told in almost lyrical prose, telling the tale of a tragedy through interwoven plotlines that are never black, nor white, but Kay's masterful grey.
Amazon page: Tigana
The Name of the Wind
One of my more recent choices, The Name of the Wind is, soimply put, a masterfully-told tale. The first page captured my imagination: "...the patient, cut flower sound of a man who is waiting to die", and Rothfuss' prose was equally enrapturing throughout Kvothe's tale. The magic is logical, well explained, and - in this spirit - less of a Deux-Ex-Machina than a well savoured device for the reader. The tale of a man, Kvothe, who became a legend, and now tends the bar in the Wayside Inn, is cleverly divided between the tale itself, and Kvothe's telling of it - in the quieter, more dangerous world that he left behind. Rothfuss' second novel (The Wise Man's Fear) has unfortunately been delayed, but I eagerly anticipate its release (predicted sometime in 2010).
Amazon link: The Name of the Wind (Kingkiller Chronicles, Day 1)
Gardens of the Moon
One of the most controversial series in modern fantasy, the Malazan Book of the Fallen is either on your bookcase in its entirety - or equally entirely absent. High page counts, devilishly complex plotting across volumes, and lengthy philosophical passages make Erikson's work a love-or-hate series. But I find Erikson's inter-volume plotting and "grey" morality enormously refreshing in the context of the epic fantasy - and make no mistake about it, the Malazan Book of the Fallen is certainly an epic fantasy. Spanning (in points) thousands of years, the series entwines seldom-understood, but rule-bidden magic, and a world so breathtaking in its entirety that even after nine volumes, very, very little is - yet- uncovered. Erikson's prose, like Kay's, has an almost lyrical factor to it, and the omniscient narrator's views blend effortlessly the viewpoints of very different characters, in effortless (albeit philosophical) transition. Erikson is a must-read.
Amazon page: Gardens of the Moon (Malazan Book of the Fallen)
And that's it for today! I'll be continuing my (lengthy) list later this week, as well as my reviews of Dust of Dreams and Into the Nightside. Thank you for reading. :)
Saturday, 19 September 2009
Elantris' main storyline commences far more rapidly than those of most fantasy novels: our central protagonist, Prince Raoden, is taken by the Shaod in the first chapter. But before we may understand this, it's necessary to look in detail at the urban setting of Sanderson's debut. In the area in which our story is set, denizens could become Elantrians - godlike beings taken by a transformation that gave them the abilities of sorcery: and compel them to live in Elantris, the city and temple to these beings. But they key was that the Shaod could take anybody. But then came our fairly typical fantasy cataclysm - something went wrong. The Elantrians became withered, frail entities that were nevertheless unable to die. The Shaod became an exile to eternal pain, hunger, and imprisonment in the city of Elantris - no longer pristine, but ransacked, grime-stricken, and starving. But Raoden sets out to forge the broken Elantrians into a nation - a futile endeavour. Meanwhile, his as-yet-unmet widow, Sarene, travels to assume her position at the foot of Raoden's father, and begins to question Arelon's already-dubious nobility. And presenting the side of our initial antagonists, Hrathen, a Derethi High Priest with a mandate: convert the people of Arelon to Shu-Dereth within three months, or witness the city's invasion. He sets out to sway Arelon's mercantile aristocracy - and place a bribed, untrusted aristocrat on Arelon's throne.
An interesting plot, indeed - and Sanderson's magic is logical and intriguing, and well deserves its position as the keystone of Arelon's plotline. The conclusion is likewise perfectly balanced between plotlines (although a tad neat). Sanderson's urban environs are believable, and the political intrigue might be cosy, but it certainly does create a fantastic atmosphere for the city of Kae. The one real complaint I have is that the conclusion is slightly too neat; and the resolution of Elantris a little fast (seeming like a stereotypical Deux Ex Machina). Nevertheless, Elantris is a very worthy read, and I can only cheer Sanderson on for such a masterful debut.
Friday, 18 September 2009
I've always enjoyed Robin Hobb's fantasy - her well-developed characters, signature bittersweet endings, and almost gritty consequences have always made her new books must reads for me. So, it is with disappointment that I must state: The Dragon Keeper fails to live up to her previous superb novels. First off, it's the length. Although weighing in at a relatively lengthy 553 pages, the large typeface makes for a plot half the size of her usual fare - the Farseer, Tawny Man and Liveship Trader trilogies all contain far more self-contained plots, containing at least some conclusion. Dragon Keeper, by contrast, simply - stops.
The plot, likewise, portrayed at least an initial simplicity compared with Hobb's previous fare. The sea serpents, finally hatched after their perilous migration, have become enfeebled, flightless dragons. Tintaglia, abandoning them with her mate, seeks instead to mother a new race of dragons herself - but the Traders' Councils are bound by their agreement to care for the flightless creatures, and as game begins to grow sparse, the enfeebled creatures are abandoned, with only a few hunters to provide them with food. The dragons, meanwhile, dream of another Elderling city somewhere upriver - Kelsingra, where Elderlings and dragons once drank from a river of pure Skill. And thus, they begin to spin what seems a familiar tale to those humans who may hear them: Elderling treasure ripe for the taking. And thus, to move the dragons to an area of self sufficiency, and to establish a Trader foothold in the "Elderling treasury", the Councils recruit "dragon keepers", to care for the beasts on the arduous trek upriver. One such is Thymara, born with abnormally draconian growths - even for the Rain Wilds. Alise journeys with them as a scholar of everything draconian, freeing herself in the process from Hest, her uncaring (and otherwise brutal) husband. And once the journey begins - late into the book -, there is no progress from this situation. The book simply - ends.
Nevertheless, there is much of Hobb's usual flair to admire in this. Her characterisations are perfect, and superbly portray the boiling pot of cultures after the events of the Liveship Traders sequence. Likewise, we're able to examine the cities of the Rain Wilds in far greater detail, which Hobb has only before explored in a small section of the Liveship Traders; and a short story - Homecoming (Legends II). And Hobb has, as always, an entracing style, and her way of portraying the emotions, thoughs, and agendas of the characters - even if antagonists, which is someing many authors fail at.
My conclusion: Worth reading, but slightly inferior in plot and conclusion to the usual Hobb fare.
Thursday, 17 September 2009
After reading Joe Abercrombie's brilliant First Law trilogy earlier this summer, I was desperate to read Best Served Cold. Luckily, I could grab a copy quickly (unlike a number of books here in the UK), and off I went.
Set in the same world as Abercrombie's First Law trilogy (The Blade Itself, Before They Are Hanged, Last Argument of Kings), Best Served Cold unveils the new scenery of Styria, a country rife with civil war, brutal politics, and - seeing an eager opportunity for profit -, the mercenaries. One such is the Thousand Swords, a mercenary army led by Monzcarro Murcatto, the Snake of Talins. But when the popular Murcatto "takes a fall" from the balcony of her employers' mountaintop palace, it's time for - yes, revenge. The fairly basic plot is complicated by, well, complications - and one great twist for an ending.
Best Served Cold is written in the style Abercrombie does best - cynical, amusing, and gritty. In fact, even more so than the First Law trilogy. It's an eclectic mix of cynicism, humour, and adventure - but despite this, it's lost some of the First Law's flair. It's not quite so humorous, and the characters certainly aren't quite so invigorating. Styria, likewise, provides a grittier setting, but perhaps doesn't give all of the room to showcase what Abercrombie did best in the First Law - intrigue, conspiracy, and life in a "typical fantasy city".
My conclusion? Best Served Cold is certainly Abercrombie, but the First Law's world, in my opinion, succeeds better in complimenting Abercrombie's unique style.
Wednesday, 16 September 2009
As you can probably guess, I'm intending Drying Ink to be a new SFF review blog (yes, there's lots out there, but surely the blogosphere can squeeze in another one? One teensy, tiny little blog? *Coughs* Anyway). So, what will I be including? The obvious, of course, but I'm also hoping to get some of my impressions of slightly older books down - books that aren't quite so newly released, but are certainly deserving of a review anyway. Along the line, I'm hoping I'll get some other features, and I've got my email address below if anybody is interested in contacting me regarding that (or anything else).
Thanks for reading along!