Thursday, August 10, 2017

THE BALLAD OF BLACK TOM, a Cthulhu mythos delight

THE BALLAD OF BLACK TOM
VICTOR LaVALLE

Tor.com Publishing
$3.99 Kindle edition, available now

Rating: 4.5* of five

The Publisher Says: People move to New York looking for magic and nothing will convince them it isn't there.

Charles Thomas Tester hustles to put food on the table, keep the roof over his father's head, from Harlem to Flushing Meadows to Red Hook. He knows what magic a suit can cast, the invisibility a guitar case can provide, and the curse written on his skin that attracts the eye of wealthy white folks and their cops. But when he delivers an occult tome to a reclusive sorceress in the heart of Queens, Tom opens a door to a deeper realm of magic, and earns the attention of things best left sleeping.

A storm that might swallow the world is building in Brooklyn. Will Black Tom live to see it break?

My Review: If I make a criticism of this wonderful story, it's the author's choice of the novella form to tell it.

My critique (meant to be a helpful form of criticism, the latter of which leaves no room for action or explanation) is (spoiler: that Charles Thomas turned into Black Tom offstage and in a convenient hurry, which is also:/spoiler) about the issues that in part arise from that choice of form.

Author La Valle's tasty new twist on the Cthulhu mythos is an example of later creators using the source material better than the original creator did. This story even nods to the man from Providence himself! I've left a wide swath of ten notes on highlights and they should all be read as part of this review.

I particularly admire Author La Valle's depth of characterization in the limited space of a novella. Otis, Thomas's father, in particular comes to more vivid life in his short time on the age than he would have in the weaker, less passionate grip of a lesser writer. The evocation of Red Hook's louche miasmic atmosphere was shivery good; the notion of Flatbush as countryside where cottages and even a run-down mansion could exist, and mentions of "rural Brooklyn," left me verschmeckeled but in that time were plain old facts.

And now for the truly, unspeakably, beyond-Lovecraftian terror contained in this work: AMC is making a TV series out of it in 2018.

Be very, very afraid.

Monday, August 7, 2017

THE ISLAND OF BOOKS, romantic historical escapism



THE ISLAND OF BOOKS
DOMINIQUE FORTIER
(translated by Rhonda Mullins)
Coach House Books
$15.95 trade paper, available now

Rating: 4* of five

The Publisher Says: The library at Mont Saint=Michel was once known as the city of books. It is there, within the grey walls of its monastery, that a portrait painter grieving the sudden death of the woman he loved finds refuge. And it's there, between the sea and the sky, five centuries later, that a novelist tries to find her words again. They meet in the pages of a notebook left out in the rain.

Like the manuscripts out bereaved—and illiterate—painter is asked to copy over earlier texts, The Island of Books reveals traces of a time before Gutenberg beneath its present. With all the passion and intellect we've come to expect from her, Dominique Fortier offers us a moving homage to books and to those who write them.

***I RECEIVED THIS REVIEW COPY FROM COACH HOUSE PRESS AT MY REQUEST. THANK YOU!***

My Review: Exquisitely rendered grief. Author Fortier is outstanding at making the experience of life-altering grief full and real:
Seen from above, the monks all looked like with their brown cowls, the pale halos of their tonsures on the tops of their heads. They were small and interchangeable.




Tuesday, August 1, 2017

MISSIONARY is my six-star read of 2017, deserves your paltry money and your eyeblinks


MISSIONARY
LEHI RENNER

Smashwords
$4.99 electronic edition, available now

Rating: 6* of five

The Publisher Says: The Prophet provides everything for the Flock, demanding absolute devotion in return. Before allowing men to wed, they must serve Him, which they do willingly to get their brides. There’s only one little problem. When each man has multiple wives, there’s simply far too many boys.

Knowledge isn’t always power, but ignorance isn’t always bliss…

Jacob Wright’s questioning nature has always gotten him into trouble. The only book he has access to is The Word, but he thinks too deeply about the contents, far more than a devout boy should. When he’s called by the Prophet to serve a mission, Jacob believes his quest for answers has begun, only to discover the more he knows the less he believes.

Kerioth Marshal is an authoritarian, keeper of all knowledge past and present. His duty is to oversee the missionary center library, holding close the secrets of the Prophet. He’s accepted loneliness as part of his job, but then Jacob comes, offering him an escape from isolation. At first, Jacob’s inquisitive nature amuses and enchants him, but how long will it be before Jacob realizes Kerioth has saved him from one horrible fate only to subject him to another?

My Review: Where do I begin...first, this book was a complete surprise to me. Its existence was a surprise. Its subject matter was a surprise. Its imaginative universe was a gobsmacking surprise. So yeah, I was surprised.

Second, I would never have found the book had it not been for a Goodreads group called Gay Science Fiction. I'm coming out of a nasty reading slump and that makes me, to be frank, unwilling to translate from the heterosexual into my native tongue. I'm tired of reading about women who don't like their husbands, are abused by their fathers, etc etc etc. And the unbearable white heteronormative genre that SF has always been gets dreary too. I needed a resource to guide me past yet more gynergy or, worse still, misogyny. I found the group, I found the bookshelf and, best of all, I found one of the mods had posted about this title finally being available.

I read the synopsis above. Mmm...high stakes! Daddy/son relationship! A religious dystopia! Check, check, and check on my readerly desiderata list. A $3.99 gift card later, I settled in for a long summer's afternoon of getting safely riled up about fiction instead of world events that upset me.

Fucking hell.

This North Korea-run-by-Mormons tale smacked my teeth in, kicked my kneecaps, and made the Kindle pages blink past as fast as my thumb could tap the screen. In the Flock's territory, the Prophet is the autocratic leader of the church and the state. The Prophet's many, many wives have given him many, many children. The other church leaders have equally cushy tushy supply. The average man has three wives, the more status he has the more wives he adds.

How, you might wonder, does that work. The women are property, barely educated since their purpose in the world is to bear children (one woman is revealed to have died giving birth to the eighteetnth child). They have no semblance of rights, and are married off as early as twelve years old. The average man has no semblance of meaningful rights. He's led by the Prophet's local guy, he's required to make his children perform physical labor for the Prophet starting as young as five years of age, and the Prophet has set up a system to "call into missionary service" prepubescent boys who are...misfits...some too aggressive, some too full of questions, some physically unfit...and from there springs our story.

Jacob Wright is bursting with questions about everything. His father, his first, second, and third mothers, his teachers can't keep up. In an information-poor society they aren't equipped to answer the questions anyway. But no amount of disapproval can keep Jacob from asking and wondering and pondering. Thus it is that he is called to the missionary training center, where he expects to be trained and sent out among the Heathens outside the Gate to convert them. Jacob's bus ride to the missionary center is excitingly interrupted by a military attack from the heathens, whom Jacob sees for the first time. He sees desperate, dirty soldiers who will attack a busload of children, and cracks form in his idea of why he's off to become a missionary.

Things do not go as expected by Jacob. Nor do they go as planned by the theocratic machinery. Kerioth, the missionary center's authoritarian (head dude in charge of being in charge), interviews Jacob and senses something within the boy that makes him special and valuable. Kerioth singles Jacob out for special education, pays him personal attention, and generally makes life in the rigidly compartmentalized and hierarchical center endurable.

As time passes, Jacob learns more and more about Kerioth and more and more about the Flock's society. He is, after his eighteenth birthday, finally admitted into Kerioth's extremely difficult work world as well as his bed. The child has become a young man; the questing intelligence has matured into a worthy and beloved intellectual companion to the lonely and isolated Kerioth.

The job of authoritarian...to be the Flock's memory of dead times and forbidden practices...is one that Kerioth shares to a limited degree with Jacob. The years that flow past the men are full of silences both beautiful and tense. The slow unfolding of Jacob's understanding of the Prophet, his family, and the very terrifyingly evil way the Flock keeps its promise of three wives for every average man, more for men of higher status, is a titanic blow to Jacob's sense of the rightness of the world he grew up in.

And, at the end of the book, the natural and inevitable and inescapable conclusion to the story...

...is completely upended and shook around and pounded on the storytelling rocks Author Renner has gathered, placed, balanced, and mortared into place, like an octopus being tenderized for dinner. Tentacles of tale meat flail in every direction. Eyes and brains pop against the solid foundation rocks with the force of the change in direction.

But for once this sudden shift isn't cause for puma-screaming killing rage. It is a far, far, far more important story that, in the last lines, Author Renner promises us.

Six stars for that alone.

Also boosting the six-of-five case is Kerioth's intense and respectful passion, love, and need for Jacob. In a society that spends huge effort on controlling all females, males are untrammeled in any meaningful psychosexual ways. Kerioth could have started sexing up Jacob the second he saw the boy had he wanted to. Not one peep would've been uttered by anyone. Kerioth is so appalled by the idea of sexual abuse of children that he simply refuses to countenance it.

This resonates with me, as the child of a sexually abusive pedophile mother. It made me feel Kerioth, for all his fears and quirks, was at heart a decent man with a bedrock of honor from which he operates.

Jacob's growth into a partner for Kerioth is satisfying as well. Jacob never stops learning. Jacob also has a sneaky streak in his pragmatic nature. He "manages upward," so to speak, leading Kerioth to the conclusions that Jacob wants him to arrive at. The more information Jacob acquires, the more he leads his true love Kerioth into rebellious and seditious thought-patterns.

But the secret that the missionary center conceals...its true purpose to the Flock...is so extremely NOT what Jacob or I was expecting that it rockets this theocratic dystopia to the very top of my reading list for 2017. It is stunning. I can't even hint at it. I want everyone I know to read the book RIGHT NOW so we can all discuss this, this, I can't even be coherent, this abomination, this darker, more horrifying, more unspeakable cousin of the Final Solution.

Yes. I went there. Author Renner has, in these 300-ish pages, created a nightmare theocracy that is built on something worse than the Final Solution.

Fear him. Words have power. Read his $3.99 vision of a hell so awful you will not be able to look away or to fully process its scope.

Monday, July 31, 2017

Return to service announcement



Hello blog readers! I've been absent for quite a while, and I'm sure y'all have noticed how very behind I am in writing my reviews. I'd like to explain my absence and my seeming negligence. Well, real negligence, just not deliberate or malicious towards the authors and publishers I've promised reviews to.

Many of you know that I suffered a nervous collapse in 2014. For the first time in my then-55 years, the cumulative effect of childhood woes coupled with several years of psychological warfare waged against me by some people I lived with coupled with an unexpected betrayal led me to get very close to suicide.

A chance phone call from a mental health worker named Julie prevented me from going through with the plan. She talked me down off the emotional ledge. I even put away the knife I had planned to use to sever my jugular vein because she jauntily assured me it was unnecessary, help would be there soon.

It was.

I spent 4-1/2 months in the locked psych ward at Nassau University Medical Center. The psychiatrists and social workers figured out the biochemical problem underlying my extreme and disproportionate emotional response to my situation. They *could* have discharged me after 6 weeks, I was stable emotionally, but I had no place to go. The social workers finally found this assisted living facility willing to accept me despite my suicide attempt and here I am today.

Regrettably I am still physically disabled by 36 years of cumulative effects from a severe case of tophaceous gout. The pain of the ginormous deposits of uric acid and calcium crystals on my joints and along my tendons is pretty damned awful. I find sitting for any length of time excruciating. I stand up and lie down well...it's the transitions that slay me. In today's opioid-fearing climate I am undermedicated by the pain management doctor because he's afraid he'll be investigated for giving out such a large prescription. Medicare doesn't pay for cannabinoids, which would do a better job at lower doses and I can't come close to paying the $350 a month the prescriptions cost.

So sometimes the hopelessness of a chronic and incurable condition plus the deep uncertainty that faces every person on Medicare as to whether our care will continue to be funded plus the absurdly deep cuts in Medicaid that pay for the facility I live in...well...in April I cratered. I couldn't read, let alone write reviews. I am still wobbly in the following-complex-arguments area. Getting a lot better! Adjustments to the thyroid medication made a **HUGE** difference, and upping my use of the facility's on-call psychologist has made things that much more manageable.

So to all of y'all miffed all the way up to ticked that I haven't reviewed your book(s): I most humbly apologize, and promise that I will make good on those reviews this year. I will be back on Twitter, I'm going to learn Instagram use now that I have a smartphone (thanks, Stephanie! *smooch*), and am generally announcing that #ReadingIsResistance is back up and running at 1/4 speed.

Feel free to contact me in all the ways you have if there is something you'd like to know or like for me to know. Remember that responding here on the blog requires that you be a member of the blog, an easy thing to accomplish provided you have a Google account. I hate spam so I never blast BS to my blog followers, just the posts I write.

And to the around 500 daily readers I garner from all my publicity-hounding, I love each and every one of y'all. I am so grateful that my ideas and opinions are that interesting to that many folks.

Friday, July 28, 2017

THE RARE EARTH EXCHANGE, second Fermatown/Larivière freelance-French-spy thriller


THE RARE EARTH EXCHANGE
BERNARD BESSON
(tr. Sophie Weiner)
Le French Book (non-affiliate Amazon link)
$4.99 ebook, available now

Rating: 3.75* of five

The Publisher Says: A team of freelance spies gets caught up in a web of corruption and terrorism in a struggle to control rare minerals key to today's technology. Panic strikes at the highest levels of the French government when the former president is found hanging from the rafters in his home right after a terrorist attack at the airport. Is it suicide or assassination? Freelance operative John Spencer Larivière, his karate-trained partner Victoire, and their computer-genius sidekick Luc must find out what he was hiding. Quickly, the investigation turns into a globe-spanning confrontation in a world of high-frequency trading where manipulation and corruption reign. Larivière races against the clock to find out who is pulling the strings.

THE PUBLISHER GAVE ME A DRC VIA EDELWEISS+. SO THERE.

My Review: My opinion of this French John le Carré-does-Tom Clancy-esque thriller couldn’t be more tainted with smiles and coos of delight than if Luc himself was here, spread like the glorious buffet of bisexual manliness that he is, for my personal and very intimate delectation. I enjoyed it from giddy-up to whoa.

John Spencer Larivière and his Eurasian wife, Victoire, are parents of a fine young son. Their hawt, bisexual third in this not-sexual (but Luc would, with either one) throuple is Luc Racine. So you’ve got the full picture, their three-person business is assisting French intelligence agencies with those tasks that could, if discovered, become very, very troublesome with the greater French public…say, for example, lying, stealing, running honey traps for malefactors (that would be Luc), using modern high-tech wares in unscrupulous and legally iffy ways…all of which come into play here.

The events that bring this book from zero to sixty start with a supremely momentous, heavy loss-of-life event: A plane at the gate in Orly Airport explodes. The former president of France was supposed to be on that flight, so he is clearly presumed to be the target. There was a twist, however: His seat wasn’t holding him. He is alive and well, he is on the ground at Orly, and he is shown to be deeply distressed. As one would be. Though there’s the small matter of why he wasn’t on the plane, flight 912 from Kuala Lumpur to Orly, yet why he *was* in the airport.

And we’re off! There’s a non-stop ride from pillar to post and back again…there’s a political marriage, a political scandal or five that these three uncover but don’t blab about…why they get paid…travel to Parts Exotic, and a lovely sex interlude for lucky Luc with a blond hottie whose company has done something amazing, truly exciting, and quite surprising that’s caught international sub-rosa players’ attention. These are men who play rough, and true to form, they play very, very rough.

Things end well for those in the righter, lighter shades of grey. Things end poorly for the darker shades of grey. That’s why one reads these sorts of books, to be reassured that ma’at is maintained on the macro level even when the micro looks pretty wonky. If you’re looking for water-tight plotting, not likely to find it here. The reason the president’s upset is believable enough, but what happens as a result isn’t really something I’m prepared to suspend disbelief quite enough to stamp this with the full four stars.

I’d say that the translation’s pretty seamless, it sounds like these characters would sound to me (I did read The Greenland Breach so I knew what to expect), and I think throwing in Britishisms (“full stop” instead of “period” f/ex) left me with the vaguely distanced foreign feeling. A bit like, in films, British accents are used for villains of every nationality because they sound Furrin to Murrikins.

Would I read another of these thrillers with French accents? Mais oui! As soon as I find one, I will Kindle it right up. I’d recommend them to you, adventurous reader, as well.

Friday, June 9, 2017

THIS MARLOWE, an historical novel of espionage, treason, suborned honor, and gay love



THIS MARLOWE
MICHELLE BUTLER HALLETT

Goose Lane Editions
$22.95 paperback edition, available now

Rating: 5* of five

The Publisher Says: 1593. Queen Elizabeth reigns from the throne while two rival spymasters Sir Robert Cecil and the Earl of Essex plot from the shadows. Their goal? To control succession upon the aged queen's death. The man on which their schemes depend? Christopher Marlowe, a cobbler's son from Canterbury who has defied expectations and become an accomplished poet and playwright. Now that the plague has closed theatres, Marlowe must resume the work for which he was originally recruited: intelligence and espionage.

Fighting to stay one step ahead in a dizzying game that threatens the lives of those he holds most dear, Marlowe comes to question his allegiances and nearly everything he once believed. As tensions mount, he is tossed into an impossible bind. He must choose between paths that lead either to wretched guilt and miserable death or to love and honour.

An historical novel with a contemporary edge, This Marlowe measures the weight of the body politic, the torment of the flesh, and the state of the soul.

I RECEIVED AN ARC FROM THE PUBLISHER. THANK YOU.

My Review
: Kit, as the narrator of this delight of a tale thinks of himself, is (all unknowing, as are we all) approaching the end of his life. We know this so we're listening on on his thoughts, viewing his activities, with an odd finality that lends them extra poignance: seeing a man's ego up close is often off-putting, but seeing it knowing the trap it's led him into, knowing it's not in him to see the trap and escape it...very intense, and in Author Hallett's capable hands, deeply moving.

This Marlowe is fleshing out the sketchy official record of Kit's entanglement in Elizabeth Tudor's complex web of overlapping espionage networks domestic and foreign. Stories are always built on some rock of reality or another, they can't nucleate otherwise (all y'all blocked novelists make a note of that). Choosing Marlowe's fairly scanty official records as a launching point for the fleshed-out myth of the playwright's life was savvy. Author Hallett succeeds in stitching the myth, the records, and the ideas that bridge them into a tapestry. It would be easy to make an attractive quilt for any author of sensitivity. Author Hallett unpicks each existing strand of story-stuff, then reweaves them into a satisfying whole with an almost Biblical sweep.

That whole is not a sweetness-and-light New Testament scene, but a sturm-und-drang Old Testament screamfest. There is intensity in any Tudor era story, it was a paranoid police state doing its awful worst to scare people into surface conformity via constant surveillance and disproportionate punishment for disobedience. Their external enemies were determinedly sabotaging the regime's efforts to establish a new normal, to refashion the rituals of daily life to reflect a manufactured consensus that was different from the old one (therefore better, obviously). Kit's incredible rise depended on that new consensus succeding. His loyalty was assumed to be absolute.

Many of y'all have heard of Marlowe solely in relation to Shakespeare...lots of you are now picturing Rupert Everett from Shakespeare in Love when thinking of Kit Marlowe. *swoon* so pretty *ahem* So Mrlowe was Shakespeare's role model in the sense that he was more successful as a playwright when Shakespeare was a tyro. Marlowe began life as a cobbler's son, somehow becoming a university graduate in a time when not even that many noblemen's sons could claim a degree. Then as now, there are those whose innate gifts gain them access to education and the rewards thereof...and the notice from the Powers That Be. Marlowe's life was charmed, as Author Hallett's storytelling shows us, and wasn't he just the smartest manipulator of the system! Didn't he just make it his business to know and be known to the greatest and goodest he could reach! If they needed an intelligent pair of eyes to suss out the secrets, the plans, the sort of things a man would say to a pretty, talented, intelligent, pliant catamite...well, Kit lived to serve.

Never for a moment believing that service would not buy loyalty and protection.

It's a story that never stops being relevant, isn't it...and one we would all do well to heed in parlous times.

Thursday, June 1, 2017

THE SECRET KNOWLEDGE OF WATER, outdoors life at its most contradictory



THE SECRET KNOWLEDGE OF WATER
CRAIG CHILDS

Back Bay Books
$16 trade paper, available now

The Publisher Says: Like the highest mountain peaks, deserts are environments that can be inhospitable to even the most seasoned explorers. Craig Childs, who has spent years in the deserts of the American West—as an adventurer, a river guide, and a field instructor in natural history—has developed a keen appreciation for these forbidding landscapes: their beauty, their wonder, and especially their paradoxes. His extraordinary treks through arid lands in search of water are an astonishing revelation of the natural world at its most extreme.

My Review: