Showing posts with label #aww2014. Show all posts
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Jan 15, 2015

Australian Women Writers Challenge 2014 Roundup

awwbadge_2014 For 2014 I created the Franklin Plus personal challenge of 15 books read and reviewed. (For more information about the challenge go here). 

The results were: 17 books read and reviewed of Australian Women Writers.  I varied the genres this time reading,  poetry, contemporary fiction and speculative fiction.  So the challenge was exceeded yet I still failed to hit my Gender reading targets of 60% women read.

Ah well, this means I must endeavour to keep participating in the challenge. Perhaps you could join me.

You can sign up here.

 

 

 


This review is part of the Australian Women Writers Challenge 2014.  Please check out this page for more great writing from Australian women.

Dec 24, 2014

Galactic Chat 62 – Dr Lisa Hannett

As promised Galactic Chat brings you our last interview for the year, conducted by me with the wonderful Dr Lisa Hannett.

In this weeks chat, our last for the year, Sean talks with Dr Lisa Hannett about her upcoming mosaic novel, her recent release through Twelfth Planet Press with Dr Angela Slatter and Icelandic Medieval Literature.  

They also talk about the Australian Gothic, how Australians can be just as nice as Canadians and Lisa's fear of the scaly creatures of the shallows.  Please enjoy and have a safe and merry Christmas. 

 

You can download the mp3 via the download link on the Podbean site or play below.


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Dec 1, 2014

The Ark by Annabel Smith

theark-annabelsmithThe book is only the beginning.  But I’ll start there since this is a review.

The Ark presents a form of fiction that while not rare, is perhaps underutilised. I am talking about epistolary fiction, fiction told through letters or documents.  There are examples of the form stretching back six hundred odd years and smattered over all kinds of genre but if you were looking to write a novel it’s not the form I’d immediately choose.

Why?

I think it’s a form that battles against the audience’s expectations and experience. It demands quite a clever bit of structuring from the author and  the nature of its communication - essentially stop-start, (a document is experienced as a complete thing in and of itself and has to be written as such to attain verisimilitude) has the potential to break the readers flow.

Essentially it has to look and read like the real thing while delivering the same level entertainment expected of structurally easier formats.

I am, however, glad that Smith took up the challenge.  The Ark is a fairly big diversion from the work she’s previously published and I think she’s done well, very well.

In terms of story she delivers an interesting and timely scenario:

The year is 2041. As rapidly dwindling oil supplies wreak havoc worldwide a team of scientists and their families abandon their homes and retreat into a bunker known as The Ark, alongside five billion plant seeds that hold the key to the future of life on Earth. But The Ark’s sanctuary comes at a price.
When their charismatic leader’s hidden agenda is revealed it becomes impossible to know who to trust. Those locked out of The Ark become increasingly desperate to enter, while those within begin to yearn for escape.

It reads like an eco/survivor-thriller and it is.  The challenges presented by the form don’t seem to have hampered delivering a tense ending. The beginning is perhaps slower than your normal thriller but this is necessary to build the tension and get the reader reading between the lines.

One of the advantages of the form is that we, the reader, have different perspectives presented to us.  We begin to create one perception of the book’s reality based on the narrative explored in one set of emails, only to have that impacted or even undermined by revelations in other communications.  The reader is caught in a game trying to decide which character is presenting the most accurate state of affairs.  In that sense it’s perhaps more akin to a murder mystery thriller but without Hercule or Miss Marple to hold our hands.

So narratively,  The Ark worked very well for me.  The production of the book, raised the bar further.  If you are going to set a story in 2041 that occurs in cyberspace, then aside from say… presenting the story as an App (which Smith also did) you have to give the reader some small sense that they are not reading a book, you have to transcend the book to some extent. 

I did read my version in ebook form (I'm not sure if there is a paperback) which does a great job normally of simulating a standard paperback.  To break down that sense that we were reading a book though, Smith has designed the documents we read to appear as emails (ie not just text with address headers), blogposts, newspaper extracts, etc. Aside from verisimilitude it generates, this choice gives a literal change of scenery.

To have left the project there, would have been fine.  A nice terse future thriller, that makes some quiet comment on ecological issues and presents the reader with some variety in their narrative consumption. 

Smith went further giving us an expanded interactive multimedia experience and for that you can checkout thearkbook.com yourself.


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Nov 26, 2014

eBook Review – Phantazein – Edited by Tehani Wessely

phantazeinThis collection was never intended to see the light of day, indeed as Tehani, the editor says, “it really shouldn’t exist”  Phantazein grew out of the slush pile of the submissions call for another Fablecroft anthology, Insert Title Here

As I was reading the slush, I uncovered several stories that resonated with me as working very well together but not, it seemed, in an unthemed anthology. To include them in Insert Title Here would have unbalanced the nature of that collection. These stories felt like they belonged in a different book altogether. A fantasy book. This book.

- Introduction, Phantazein.

Now my participation as a judge in the Aurealis awards precludes all but the most general commentary on a number of the stories in this collection. A fact that makes telling you how good it is rather difficult.

That being said you have Tansy Rayner Roberts with a fusion of Greek myth and fantasy in The Love Letters of Swans. If you have come to enjoy Tansy’s work, this is her doing what she does best, fusing her fiction talents with her professional knowledge of the classics.  Interesting to see her working with Greek myth/history as opposed to Roman.

Thoraiya Dyer, delivers an interesting take on Arabian myth in her story Bahamut. If you liked the historical stories presented in Gilgamesh Press’ Ishtar, Dyer’s work in fantasy, especially here, would work well in that milieu.

In Kneaded, SG Larner delivers a sickly sweet( I may never be able to drink Raspberry cordial again) tale that plays with elements of The Sugar Child and other folktales that involve baked or manufactured children.  Twelfth by Faith Mudge also gives us a dark and interesting perspective on those group of tales that fall under The Twelve Dancing Princesses line.  Working with fairytales I think can be a two edged sword, they are familiar and so it’s difficult to be original and you have centuries of expectation as to how and why these stories should be told.  Thankfully all the writers in this collection have managed to walk the blade edge.

The Nameless Seamstress is a beautiful tale by the late Gitte Christensen, presenting Chinese mythic elements.  Having read it, loved the ambience its execution conveys, I am truly saddened that we have lost this talent.

It’s good to see another work by Rabia Gale, a Pakistani American writer whose work I have followed for some time. Her Village of No Women, continues to show growth in her abilities.  I have always found her work to be distinctive and original and this story reaffirms my thoughts that she is one of those writers that can work with genre elements and reshape them to produce something original and distinctively hers. 

Thematically Phantazein seems largely split between retellings of fairytales and retellings or reworkings of ancient history/myth.  If you are a fan of the current trend of dark retellings of either of these sources then there’s enough dark here for you.  Not all stories end sadly but there is a gravity, a depth to all of them.

I love that Tehani included an illustrated work of poetry from Foz Meadows (illustrated by Moni).  You probably wouldn’t get Scales of Time outside of small press, or somewhere like Strange Horizons – a poem about friendship and love from the perspective of a dragon.

For a collection that seems to have magically coalesced, Phantazein is a solid production.  I’m not sure you could get a stronger collection by asking for direct submissions.  Kudos to Tehani’s eye for talent and story and kudos to the writers who took long raked over material in a lot of cases and breathed life and originality in to them.

Phantazein showcases the depth of talent Australia has in the fantasy field and gives us a glimpse at some other international authors who we may not be familiar with.


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Oct 10, 2014

eBook Review – Kaleidoscope by Alisa Krasnostein & Julia Rios (Eds.)

KaleidoscopeI can’t remember at which point I forgot that this collection was diverse YA and just plain enjoyed the read.  I’d backed this particular project out of a belief in the publishing team, the writers they managed to bring on board and the idea that a diverse world is a better world.

So I am biased, but bias can only get you so far if the product is lacking.  Thankfully (though I can’t say I honestly doubted the editorial team) Kaleidoscope, is not lacking, far from it.  Sure there were stories that weren’t “my thing” (two from memory that I just couldn’t get into) but on the whole this project seemed to have a coherence, flow and quality that I have come to experience more in single author collections.

I can’t comment on some of the stories due to Aurealis Award Judging commitments but I will draw your attention to stories that in light of current discussions around YA in Australia, struck me as pertinent:

  • Tansy Rayner Roberts, Cookie Cutter Superhero, really buried any idea that YA fiction can’t interrogate complex issues.  Tansy came out swinging in this story and never really let up.  I kept saying to myself “Oh, she didn’t just…yes she did.”  You can view this one as a critique of the comic book industry its sexism and lack of diversity. This story doesn’t “make nice”.
  • “Happy Go Lucky” by Garth Nix is another interrogation of complex issues, this time refugees.  I read this as Australia, in the form of Scott Morrison is attempting to give himself the power to effectively do what occurs in this story.  Very timely.
  • Having some awareness of issues around the Filipino Diaspora, I found End of Service by Gabriela Lee, to be very clever and very subtle.  Yet again we have another story that looks at exploitation, pair this sort of story with a critique of vulture capitalism and you can approach another complex issue from fiction and non-fiction standpoint.

So there were stories that focussed on broad issues and included diverse characters as part of the backdrop i.e. not every main character had to be the diverse character and not every story was about that diversity.  Some stories mentioned gay characters in passing, as in John Chu’s Double Time, where there’s a one line mention of the male coach’s boyfriend. Others like Garth Nix’s Happy Go Lucky had gay parents as secondary characters. There’s no reason why any author couldn’t do this in an effort to present more diversity.

All the stories though, put story first or  entertainment first, Karen Healey in Careful Magic takes an OCD witch in training, which would have been interesting just as an exploration of that condition in a contemporary world with magic and turns it into a edge of your seat story of suspense.  John Cho meshes short term time travel with figure skating and overbearing parents; high concept meets human story.

Only one thing is better than finding a character that you can identify with, who is just like you. That thing is having other people see and perhaps gain insight and understanding into what it means to be “different”.  Kaleidoscope, should achieve this, it has for me.

If you are critical of YA fiction I’d like to have you read this collection.  If you can find stories that tackle diversity better than this collection, I’d also like to know. On reflection I am content to say that if this collection is anything to go by, Kaleidoscope is evidence that some of the best diverse fiction is being written in the YA category.


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Sep 18, 2014

eBook Review – The Bitterwood Bible and Other Recountings by Angela Slatter

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Angela Slatter has, along with her regular partner in fiction Lisa L Hannett, been one of those authors I have collected yet never really got around to reading due to the reviewing pile taking precedence over the personal reading pile.  Sure, I have read single stories on occasion, enough to know that the money I have put down on her other collections is well spent. The Bitterwood Bible and Other Recountings from Tartarus, is then the first collection that I have read in its entirety. It’s also possibly the first mosaic novel that I have read. 

It works well, both as a collection of separate stories and as collected narrative.  One of things that is hard to do within in a short story and which our best writers often achieve, is creating that sense of a wider realised secondary world within a small word count. 

What I think the mosaic format allows Slatter to do is give herself some wiggle room for story and style and let the layering effect of drip fed world details in each separate tale slowly envelope the reader to give us that realised world  That isn’t to say that Slatter isn’t doing a grand job of combining style, story and detail within each tale but that structurally the envelope of the mosaic helps in some cases to accentuate the impact of certain stories, while at the same time containing deviations is form and style in others.

In Terrible as an Army with Banners, Slatter crafts an effective piece of epistolary fiction. It’s distinct from many of the stories in the collection in terms of tone and style but works equally well in maintaining a sense of increasing dread and darkness.  Likewise The Maiden in the Ice meshed together horror elements that reminded me of The Ring with a a clever riff on a well known folktale.

 

For a while she tries to keep her eyes firmly fixed on her destination, on the silver-ash clump of sedge not so far—yet so very far—away. But the panic she’s tamped down hard gets the better of her, and she looks to the sparkling, treacherous ground upon which she moves, seeking the cracks, the veins, the fissures that are surely forming there.

But what she sees is something entirely different.

An oval face; skin sallow—in the sun it will become olive; dark-flecked, large eyes; thick straight brows; an unbalanced mouth, the top lip thin, the bottom full; and hair as black as Rikke has ever seen. Black as nightmares, black as a cunning woman’s cat, black as the water she is trying to escape. Older than Rikke, caught between girl and woman, and suspended in the solid lake as if she’s a statue, standing; head titled back, one arm reaching up, the other pointing downward.

from The Maiden in the Ice.

The Bitterwood Bible is a neat package that has allowed Slatter to explore, examine and re-imagine the fairy/folktale milieu.  There’s a balance achieved here too;  I never felt that I needed to rush through the stories to the larger resolution.  I was able to enjoy each of the tales as a separate entity and I suspect that were I to reread it as Lisa Hannett suggests in the afterword and focus more on the connections between each story, I would have another equally pleasant and slightly different experience.

I am left feeling the beneficiary of sumptuous and stylish storytelling, Slatter, I suspect is at her best here.

This book was supplied by Tartarus Press.


Disclaimer:  I am a Judge for this years Aurealis Awards and some of the stories contained in this volume are eligible. Hence my review only comments on those not eligible and on how the collection works as a mosaic novel.

 


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Aug 28, 2014

Book Review – On a moon spiced night by Jude Aquilina

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In a short space of time I have come to really enjoy Jude Aquilina’s work.  On a moon spiced night, released in 2004 by Wakefield Press, is however, the first collection solely made up of her work that I have read.

On a moon spiced night fits neatly into the kind of contemporary poetry that I have, through the course of the last couple of years, come to discover I like.  It’s accessible, it riffs of nostalgia, it hooks me in and elicits an emotional response.  That’s not to say that it’s simple nor that I don’t appreciate works that require some poetry reading experience to fully appreciate.

That Aquilina is a South Australian poet writing at times about South Australia, obviously adds a little extra.  I know the places that she is describing and evoking.

It’s a diverse collection structured in four separate categories: Habitat, Love’s Dream, Seeds and Creature Acts

The poems in Habitat seem to centre around experiences of growing up in Adelaide or observations of the city and suburbs.  There’s some subtle experimentation with concrete poetry and some clever choices in format and presentation and I find myself noting some of the choices she has made for my own learning.  The poems Street Fabric and Pointillism best display what I am talking about but are hard to present here in the appropriate format.

Grace versus The Highway is my favourite poem in this section, outlining the struggle of a South Road (presumably) resident who has survived a husband’s death and sons moved to foreign cities, only to have her home bulldozed so the government can widen the highway.

A hanging garden chokes verandah posts;

violets and agapanthus bury the pathways.

Entwined in her nest, Grace is safe for now

until the rats in suits and ties arrive

bearing smiles and papers to sign.

Her shrine will be desecrated by July.

 

Love’s Dream collects Aquilina’s love poetry, whether this be yearning, remembrance, celebration or vengeance.  We have the racy The Lonesome Cowgirl Blues with such suggestive lines as:

 

…I wanna feel like Dolly P  when I hold

your hard mike between my parted pouted lips.

 

and the chilling calculation of a murderer in  Diary of a Poisoner. 

Overall I found a playfulness in this section, an invitation to enjoy love and life, passion and yearning. 

Seeds, which featured a collection of poems about Fruit and Vegetables didn’t grab me as much as the other sections in the book, except for perhaps Outside the Market, 7 am. which illustrates the callousness and indifference that we can have to the destitute when presented with it on a regular basis.  The opening lines resonated, because this sort of indifference was part of my youthful experience:

 

Don't worry luv

their ears go blue

when they’re dead,

the market man says.

 

Creature Acts as you might expect contains observations of and questions asked of our pets, wildlife or ourselves.  King Gussie reveals me as a lover of cats and by extension of cat poems, his antics remind me so much of my own that I had no chance with this poem. 

But lest you think its all fluffy and cute Aquilina gives us some of her emotional heavy hitters here, particularly with The Horologist, about a father who was a fan of clocks, whose interaction with them is a daily ritual. Its a skilfully evoked and executed snapshot of a mans life and its ending.

For decades, he sat at a felt covered bench

poring over tins of sorted springs,

cogs like serrated coins, one eye shut

the other adhered to a magnified lens.

Then suddenly his heart beat stopped

and one by one the clocks followed.

 

Selling poetry whether it be the actual selling of poems or the concept of the art appears to be a difficult act these days outside of the community of poets.  I have some inklings, some gut theories about why this might be.  Folks baulk at paying the same amount  (or more) for a collection than they do a novel.  So I hope that my discussion here has awakened interest, particularly in those who normally pass over poetry.

I think On a moon spiced night has wide appeal and if the thought of taking a chance on poetry (which admittedly can offer diverse and strange fruit) makes you hesitate, try and find a copy at the library. I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.


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Aug 22, 2014

Book Review - The Falcon Throne by Karen Miller

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What I really enjoy in a good book is total immersion; the kind that makes you forget your concerns, that actually leaves you feeling relaxed. Karen Miller’s The Falcon Throne did this while flaying me emotionally.  I dear reader, may even have required tissues at some point.  I enjoy being emotionally manipulated when it’s done well and I felt that Miller was masterful in getting me to love and hate the various characters, to break me by breaking my favourites.

Comparisons will be made to GRR Martin and the back cover blurb on my ARC mentions Abercrombie and Canavan.  

It’s not as drawn out as A Song of Ice and Fire, and while the cast of characters will probably scare readers of mainstream fiction (it includes a Dramatis Personae), the scope felt a little smaller than what you’d expect from “he who kills all his characters”.  Where real similarities can be drawn between Miller and Martin though, is in the ruthlessness they treat the characters you come to love. 

The comparison to Trudi Canavan is apt as well, structurally I found it exceedingly sharp, well paced and when I put it down I was hankering to get back to it. It’s not quite thriller paced, but I certainly felt like the story moved. 

The Falcon Throne is its own book though.  For your 600+ pages you get 4 tightly woven plots that deliver a wealth of conflict and one larger story arc that hints at what the rest of the series will be about.

Roric, a bastard reluctantly slays his tyrannical cousin, helped by disgruntled Lords who have had enough of living in fear. A widowed duchess struggles to hold onto power in a man’s world. Power will corrupt brotherly love and set the wheels of war turning and always, there is the presence of a power moving in the shadows that plays these personalities like pawns.

If you are looking for high fantasy, you won’t find it here.  There’s greed, ambition and trusting fools.  There’s war, pestilence and sorcery.  If you are squeamish when it comes to the suffering of children, or with sexual violence used against either gender you might want to pause – these are not overwhelming elements but The Falcon Throne isn’t a Disney fairytale.  I’d rate it as one of my best reads of the year and would expect Miller to join Rowena Cory Daniells as one of our best women writers of Grimdark.

Enter this tale at your own risk, Miller will slip the dagger under your guard and twist.  You will feel pain.

This review was based on an advanced reading copy.


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Aug 16, 2014

Book Review – The Duties of a Cat by Jenny Blackford

dutiesPoetry featuring cats is not unheard of, T.S. Eliot’s Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats is one famous example, though I am not sure how many folks realise this collection of light hearted rhyme formed the basis for the musical Cats.  Then of course the internet is powered by pictures of cute kittens.  So on the face of it, a collection of cat poems is probably a very good idea.

The Duties of a Cat is described by publishers, Pitt Street Poetry as a pamphlet, a collection of 12 poems.  It’s similar in size to some poetry chapbooks I have purchased previously.  But whereas most chapbooks are small collections produced cheaply to give the reader the words in the cheapest fashion, Pitt Street have managed somehow to produce a compact, high spec collection, illustrated by Michael Robson, and saddle stitched with a heavy card cover for just $10.

For lovers of cats and poetry the collection is a no brainer as a gift.  But for those strange folk that don’t happen to like our feline masters companions I shall expand a little. 

Blackford can be hard to pigeonhole as a writer, she’s more than dabbled in a number of genres and forms (see her Snapshot Interview) and this facility is evident in the variety she presents in this short collection. The reader is treated to beautifully articulated observational poetry as in Soft Silk Sack and Learning how to be a Cat, to humour that will have even dog lovers generating a grin with The Duties of a Cat, to the dark in Something in the Corner which displays Blackford’s penchant for the weird and to the science fictional in Their Quantum Toy.

I tend to struggle with overwrought diction and experimental syntax and thankfully Blackford is one of those poets who tends to be be more direct.  We get clearly evoked or described images and subtle rhythm. See the excerpt from Dream Hunt below:

 

The white Cat sleeping by the window growls.

I glance across. One pale curved paw, pressed hard

across his eyes, keeps out the daylight world.

His other paws are trembling, desperate to run.

 

While I am admittedly a cat lover and probably outrageously biased, I did enjoy the craft Blackford displayed and the words as much as their subject were a pleasure to read.  On this work and other poetry of Blackford’s I have read, I hope we will see a larger collection in the not too distant future.


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Jul 3, 2014

Book Review – Thread me a Button by Jude Aquilina & Joan Fenney

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I nearly missed this collection for two reasons.  The first was that it was located at my local library and while the superb and nearly fully complete state system enables me to find and request almost anything and have it delivered to my nearest town, the clientele of the local library is generally conservative and older.  I’d be more likely to find a healthy quilting section or the poems of Banjo Patterson ( to be fair they have great crime and fantasy sections).  So I wasn’t expecting poetry, nor poetry written this century.  Second the collection is small physically, I initially mistook it for one of those small advice books or guides that publishers release.

Whatever caused me to look further I don’t know but I’m glad I did.  Readers of the blog will know that I am exploring poetry; reviewing as part of the Australian Women Writers challenge and also engaging in reading as part of my poetry practice.

I expected to enjoy some poems and to learn something.  I’m not averse to sewing in general but I didn’t think an anthology organised thematically around buttons would be too engrossing.

But it was. To the extent that I feel jealousy. Creating an anthology around buttons was a stroke of deceptive genius and the poems have taken, what on the surface is a simple idea and stitched together a collection that is diverse in tone, form and subject matter.

There are 43 poems in all, presented in the sections: In the sewing draw, Love’s tangled thread, Dark holes, A buttonhole to history and Of Kith and Kin.  We don’t find who is responsible for each poem until the list at the end of the collection – a good choice I think forcing the reader to concentrate on the poems themselves rather than who has written them.

Overall the collection favours less complex diction and manages to evoke nostalgia and emotion consistently.  There’s humour, horror and love poems and a collection that you might think would drag on the topic of buttons ends up extremely well rounded.

It’s hard to pick favourites as several read throughs have revealed other poem’s charms to me.  But if forced to pick two that were immediate favourites - From Her lover’s Uniform by Fenney, in which a small token of affection is imbued with lifelong meaning and sadness, is one. While the second is Deep in a Forrest by Aquilina,  perfect in the way it holds its cards close to its chest until the final, horrible reveal.

Thread me a Button is a lovely example of  accessible poetry.  When I hear people criticise poetry for aloofness for being too distant and divorced from reality I think of something like Thread me a Button and shake my head.  This is perfect for the person who is unsure about this “highfalutin free verse” and for poets who know how deceptively hard writing such accessible poetry can be.  I think its also useful for poets thinking about the presentation and construction of their collections - its a great model to work from.

You can purchase it through Ginninderra Press


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May 30, 2014

Perfections in print

PerfectionsListeners to Galactic Suburbia will already have heard the news, however is you aren’t into podcasts you might be interested that Kirstyn McDermott’s Perfections, originally released by Xoum publishing as an ebook, has been acquired by Twelfth Planet Press for its first print run.

The new cover is by the talented Amanda Rainey.

Here is my review of the novel on first release:

If you liked Madigan Mine, you’ll still like Perfections but they don’t occupy quite the same space.

Ian Mond, Kirstyn’s co-host on the Writer and the Critic described it as more of a character piece.    Kirstyn herself has tentatively called it modern urban gothic, situating it at the subtler end of the horror continuum.

And I think Perfections is a subtler piece of work than Madigan Mine. I always had suspicions with what was going on with Kirstyn’s first novel, it had a stronger affinity with well known Horror tropes.

Don’t get me wrong though, Perfections is still gut wrenchingly nasty at times, enough to really unsettle you but I was hard pressed to figure out where the horror was going to emerge - which of course kept me slightly on edge.

Now you notice here I am avoiding telling you the story.  And I am not going to reveal …[read on]

If you are a fan of subtle, creeping horror I recommend picking this one up.

 


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Book Release - Death at the Blue Elephant by Janeen Webb

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Ticonderoga looks set to deliver another wonderful collection by yet another wonderful Aussie speculative fiction author.  Hot on the heals of Cat Sparks’ The Bride Price and Kim Wilkins’ The Year of Ancient Ghosts.

This time they have managed to snare Janeen Webb and her Death At The Blue Elephant. I am suspecting that there might be a sneak preview launch at Continuum X in Melbourne but it will be more widely available in the second half of this year.

There’s also a gorgeous cover by Nick Stathopolous. 

I have only recently come across Janeen’s short story work.  I know her more for the anthologies Dreaming Down Under edited with her husband Jack Dann.  But here in her first collection is great chance to read some older (and presumably dispersed or out of print works) as well as five original pieces composed for this tome.

Janeen is a recipient of the World Fantasy Award, the Peter MacNamara SF Achievement Award, the Australian Aurealis Award, and is a three-time winner of the Ditmar Award.

But don’t trust my word, let these individuals sway you:

Death at the Blue Elephant collects 18 incredible globe-spanning visions by the self-confessed 'inveterate traveller'. There’s magic here, and illusion, and strange wonders that’ll surprise and delight. — Robert Shearman

Exotic, cunning—often funny—and now and then edges to cut yourself on. — Tanith Lee

Gloriously adult, these stories will transport you—but they’ll never drop you home. — Anna Tambour

Janeen Webb’s assemblage of angels, aliens, devils and assorted revenants bring with them compassion and settings rich and exotic where even the mundanity of our everyday world is imbued with a sparkle rarely glimpsed in the hands of lesser writers. — Peter Crowther

Interested? You can preorder at indiebooksonline

 


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May 26, 2014

Serial Review: Musketeer Space Part 1

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I don’t really like serialised fiction.  I want all the story at my own reading pace. Which perhaps makes me a less than ideal person for reviewing Tansy Rayner Roberts’ new Patreon backed Musketeer Space.

But a) I have been a fan of Tansy’s writing since Siren Beat, b) I love the Three Musketeers and c )I love it when people adapt or rework classic stories. 

So I had mixed feelings going into reading chapter one Musketeer Space Part I: Reasons To Hate Moths.  I can’t stand reading longer stories on the laptop so I used the dotEpub extension to render Tansy’s post into a form I could take to my reader.

So what to review.  You can of course read it yourself, it’s free and you don’t need to be a backer/patron.  Not much point in outlining the plot so I will tell you what I like so far.  This chapter covers the story up to the meeting with Rochefort or as is the case here Ro.

I like the gender swap which is going to be a major feature of the work. Dana D'Artagnan is our protagonist and she flies a Dart, a small one person spacecraft.  Musketeers fly the Musket class ships if my memory serves me. Tansy does great fan service with hat tips to the original work  like the references to Meung Station and the yellow paintwork of D'Artagnan’s Dart being referred to as Buttercup in colour. 

I think Tansy has managed to capture the essence of a good Musketeer reworking - the carefree and gutsy attitude of the young D'Artagnan and the humour in the situations that D'Artagnan’s attitude gets her into.  It’s a well known story in pop culture and half the fun is seeing/trying to guess how Tansy is going to handle certain scenes and characters.  By the end of the 13 pages I was hooked, I can’t wait till the next one :).  Ro is dastardly and D'Artagnan has the exuberance of youth with all the danger that entails.  I picture Ro being played by Geena Davis for some reason and  D'Artagnan, perhaps a crew cut Natalie Portman.

I may have been converted to serialised fiction.

You can support Tansy here and read the story here Musketeer Space Part I: Reasons To Hate Moths.

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May 25, 2014

Book Review - Thief's Magic Millennium's Rule : Book 1 by Trudi Canavan

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There are some writers that can guarantee you a pleasant read and I find Canavan to be one of those.  When you read constantly as a reviewer, torn between short fiction collections and mind-bending science fiction concepts, a pleasant comforting read can recharge your reading batteries.  Which is not to say Thief’s Magic is all sunshine and lolly-pops, it’s not. 

But reading it was delicious.

Canavan has an accessible style that enables you to get into the story straight away, and from my interview with her and past reading experience this is a deliberate act.  Stylistically she doesn’t want you marvelling at the words but immersed in the story and that approach works a treat in Thief’s Magic.

The story is split between two narratives that I assume will wind their way towards each other over the course of the series.  We have Tyen, a young magician in training at the Academy, who lives in an imperialistic industrial culture powered by magic.  This narrative has a Steampunk vibe going for it but it’s a light garnishing.

The second narrative features Rielle, a young woman living in a male dominated desert culture whose magic is structured around the worship of angelic creatures.  It’s a culture and landscape that has been depleted of magic and restricts its use of magic to a patriarchal priesthood.

Tyen’s story begins when he discovers a magic artefact while on a grave robbing archaeological dig with his professor. The dusty old tome turns out to be a rather gruesome and powerful artefact whose discovery and subsequent use, turns his world upon its head – or perhaps it just enables Tyen to see the reality of his immediate world for the first time.

Rielle, has been able to sense magic from a young age in a society the represses magical use and especially magical use by women.  Her untrained talent must remain a secret if she is to fulfil her families plans of an advantageous marriage. She must avoid notice by the priesthood or risk being removed to a secluded monastery. Her story really begins with her falling for a painter who is famous but not an advantageous match.

The dual narratives play off each other well.  With Tyen’s story there is the constant threat of capture and with Rielle the reader is in constant fear of her talent being discovered.  Throw in friends and enemies, neither of who you can trust and this story hums along quite nicely.

Another feature of Canavan’s work is her inclusion of crunchy topics and a variety of characters and cultures.  I mentioned before that Tyen’s narrative is one set in an Industrial culture; it has magic driven printing presses and trains that use magic to heat water to generate steam.  But there’s both direct and indirect criticism of the Empire’s colonial actions and the growing problem of resource depletion i.e. the magic appears to be running out.

The two cultures presented also provide an interesting approach to how the same resource (magic) can be perceived and integrated into world views that are at odds with one another.  Canavan continues to provide a host of secondary characters that display variety, gay couples, artistic communities, women from matriarchal cultures in conflict with the apparently advanced mores of the empire.  She has done this before and I like the way these characters help to round out the reality of the world.

Thief’s Magic is one of those books that you can enjoy over a weekend, ensconced in your doona, a read that is relaxing and enjoyable but that can still leave you with some crunchy thoughts.  So although I hate to hurry-up an author who spends months or years writing a book to have it devoured in two days by readers – bring on book two.

This book was a review copy provided by the publisher.

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Apr 30, 2014

Clickbaiting the Stellas

Which is what Nicole Flint and the Advertiser seemed to be trying to do with the article, Stella Prize sends a message that women are incapable of competing intellectually with men, because at no time is that heading backed up with anything resembling facts or an attempt at thoughtful dialogue.

It’s all so much pissing in the punchbowl at the party and with only about 9 comments maybe visitors have found the tone and taste of the “article” a bit tart.

The reader is treated to air quotes or scare quotes, just in case any latent MRA’s or privileged folk who think their position in life is one born entirely out of merit aren’t sure what to get angry at.  Flint lets us know why the Stellas were formed:

The Stella Prize is Australia’s “female-only’’ book award. Apparently it became necessary to create the prize when Australia’s most prestigious literary award, the Miles Franklin, short-listed all-blokes-and-no-sheilas not once, but twice, in three years (2009 and 2011).

This statement is correct but doesn’t of course contextualise it or mention some of the other reasons why the Stellas came into being. 

It might be worth noting that Australia’s most prestigious literary award is rather narrow, it only focuses on that genre called “literature” and it only rewards writers who write about the Australian experience(whatever that is – blokey, bushy and mostly white according to some critics).  So if I was inclined to be a little disingenuous or to play Flint’s game, I could say that the Miles Franklin says to writers that the only fiction with writing about is …that which contains a distinctly Australian flavour like a Bushells Tea of world Literature.  Forget it if you want to write Science Fiction (unless you can make it look like literature – congrats Alexis Wright) or heaven forfend, Romance. 

Most of us will realise that the Franklin is about trying to engage with what it means to be Australian, in a broad context. 

It might also be noted that in its 50 odd year history up until 2011, only 10 women had won the award and 4 times it was the same woman. 

So what is Flint saying here? That women just don’t write as well as men, for the proof is in the results or do we recognise that in Australian Literature, as in other spheres, that it’s a small fish pond, that all sorts of prejudice and bias comes into play. It should be noted that this underrepresentation of women was noted in other literature awards as well. 

Rather than take Flint’s word for what the award is all about you could go straight to the Stellas:

The Stella Prize seeks to:

  • recognise and celebrate Australian women writers’ contribution to literature
  • bring more readers to books by women and thus increase their sales
  • provide role models for schoolgirls and emerging female writers
  • reward one writer with a $50,000 prize – money that buys a writer some measure of financial independence and thus time, that most undervalued yet necessary commodity for women, to focus on their writing

To expect the Miles Franklin to somehow do all the lifting for Australian written culture is expecting too much really.  Can we really only celebrate one book, must we restrict ourselves to only choosing one writer? One view of Australia?

Engaging in a nuanced debate though would have knocked the wheel off the barrow Flint is pushing. 

See, the Stellas aren’t just the Miles Franklin sans blokes, many women( not to mention people of no fixed gender, and men) aren’t eligible for the Franklin by virtue of its narrow scope ie literature about Australian life – Flint’s poster woman, Hannah Kent, is one of them because she’s written a book about Iceland.

Flint likes to fly the flag for Merit but at the time the Stella’s were formed there had been discussions around the “curious” underrepresentation of women both as reviewers and as recipients of review. There is clearly a bias toward male writer’s work in this country(and others if the Vida results are anything to go by), probably not a conscious one anymore but one born out of history and culture. 

Anyone doing even a half arsed bit of research will come across figures.  So if you can’t even be half arsed checkout the figures compiled by… oh look the Stellas.  

Flint offers nothing to back up her claim about the message being sent. Does she apply her funny logic to other disadvantaged groups like Indigenous Australians?  Does Flint, who I understand to have a Doctorate in Law not agree with Equal Opportunity Employment?  Because all of these rely on the concept that there is an inequity( sometimes overt, more often than not systemic)  that needs addressing, an understanding that there are biases that are difficult to combat in any other way than a structural one like a restricted field as per the Stella’s.

Sadly we can’t de-identify books authors and present them to the judges, sans covers and author information, there can be no blind test like the one some orchestras may use to eliminate gender bias in the selection of well performing musicians.

Once you get past the basics of how to write, structure a sentence and structure a novel, there is a fair bit that becomes subjective, prone to the Zeitgeist, to prevailing attitudes.  To suggest that there is some objective criteria that a work can be matched against and then be rewarded on its merits is quite, well, ridiculous. 

So that’s the context.  The Stella organisers are trying to combat the inequity in the way works are brought to the attention of the community, trying to broaden our scope for what should be considered good Australian writing. Quality on its own isn’t enough to sell a book.  Flint seems to have this funny idea that people judge books entirely by the work between the covers.  We should, but as anyone with a basic understanding of human psychology will understand, that’s not the way the world works.  If just quality writing resulted in reader’s attention publishers could save on their marketing budgets and newspapers wouldn’t have to employ lawyers to write clickbait.

To say to young women writers, that it’s a level playing field, that all you have got to do is write good fiction and you will be rewarded is selling them a lie.

Yes all you should do is concentrate on writing the best fiction you can, because it’s the one thing you have control over.  To say that it’s all that’s necessary, raises false expectations.  Opportunity, attention, base luck all play a huge part.

Implicit in a ‘‘women-only’’ prize is the suggestion that books should be judged by the gender of the author on their covers, not by what the author says on the pages within. This neatly detracts from an author’s skill and content; the things that really matter.

Hogwash. 

By removing the other gender possibility(and yes the concept of only two genders is quaint and old fashioned) you make it more about the writing, the skills, what is said on the page. The variable of gender is removed from the judgement on the smaller group of writers. The reality is that books are bought and read, marketed with gender as a consideration. 

Don’t believe me? Well Miles Franklin might have something to say about that.

It is interesting to note that Miles Franklin didn’t want to be known as a female writer, she knew full well that it would effect the reception of her book and it did when she was outed by Henry Lawson, who it appears lied about his knowledge of Franklin being a woman in his intro that outed her. 

It’s also interesting to note that another poster woman that Flint quotes in JK Rowling, initially used her first name (Joanne) but changed it on the request of her publisher, who thought young boys might not read Harry Potter, if they could figure out it was written by a woman and if you think that gender and perceptions of reading as a feminine activity aren’t already in place at age 5 you need to read the literature.

It’s also interesting to note that in criticising the Stellas,  Flint has used what I would call ultra successful genre authors:

Agatha Christie(Crime), Barbara Cartland(Romance), Danielle Steel(Romance), Enid Blyton (Children’s Adventure Stories), JK Rowling(Fantasy) and Jackie Collins(Romance/Crime)

While the Stella would be open to all Australian Women working in these genres, I don’t believe the Miles Franklin is - it’s open to “the novel of the year which is of the highest literary merit and which must present Australian life in any of its phases”.

Apparently Hannah Kent being one of Australia’s best selling women authors is an embarrassment to the Awards. I don’t quite follow Flint’s logic, but I gather she sees Kent’s best selling status as proof  that a good work always floats to the top.  Let’s put aside the fact that best selling in Australia isn’t a very high bar to achieve (I’d prefer to see figures).  Let’s look a little closer at Burial Rites. 

You have to remember that while Hannah did all the work in writing what would become Burial Rites, her success isn’t just the result of her just sitting down and writing and having the “skillz”.  Kent has talent and an education (not necessary, but certainly it is helpful to have people who focus on creative writing nudging you, testing you, pushing you to perform). Kent initially received a $10,000 award for the unpublished manuscript of Burial Rites and a mentorship with Pulitzer Prize winning Geraldine Brooks.    Can you see how this is coming together?

So yes Hannah still has to do the leg work, still provides something of herself that might make that work special but would Burial Rites have happened without the award, without Brooks there to encourage and challenge? Kent’s also been well supported in the Advertiser, being a South Australian and by the ABC.   There’s also been a hefty investment in the fiction (by way of advance), by her publisher.  The book’s good and has wide commercial appeal -she’s a good investment. 

The Stellas recognize good writing by Australian women across a range of genres. Internationally successful Australian fantasy writers like Kate Forsyth and Trudi Canavan will never be eligible for a Miles Franklin (unless they write Australian Literature), but they could win a Stella.

But one of Flint’s last lines is illustrative

Which brings us to the moral of the story. You can, like The Stella Prize, whinge about alleged inequality and reward people for the mere fact of their gender.

Or, like the Miles Franklin Award you can reward merit and ability, just as that great leveller the free market has rewarded authors like Agatha Christie and Hannah Kent.

It’s interesting but I rarely see the Stella folk whinging, in fact the only person who seems to be whinging is Flint.

Writing is a craft, a good writer is a product not only of their talent but their training, their access to networks and to mentors and a good measure of luck. 

If you start writing because you think your talent and hard work is going to be rewarded, choose another career, perhaps journalism- steadier pay and it looks like you can still make up things as you go.


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Apr 21, 2014

Book Review – Foreign Soil by Maxine Beneba Clarke

foreign-soilI came across Maxine Beneba Clarke quite by chance earlier in the year when I listened to her read the short story, Harlem Jones, (which appears in this collection) for the Overland Podcast.  From there I picked up one of her poetry collections from Picaro Press, nothing here needs fixing, which as you can read from the review, I was quite enamoured of.

Reading between the lines, I sense that Foreign Soil could easily not have made it into its current form.  Indeed Clarke tips her hat to the Victorian Premiers Unpublished Manuscript Award judges for being instrumental in securing this book a publisher.  Putting aside the fact that publishing is somewhat more akin to water divining than science when it comes to picking books that are going to break even let alone sell well, I scratch my head as to why you’d not see the quality of the work contained herein.

No waxing lyrical, no reaching for big words that I have forgotten since my brush with literary criticism at uni - these are just plain good stories.  In The Sukiyaki Book Club, the final story in the collection, we are treated to a parallel narrative; a fiction story that Maxine is creating and a autobiographical recount. In part of that recount we are presented with some of the rejections that Clarke has received.  I assume that autobiographical recount is sufficiently factual (though you can never tell with writers) and that some of the rejection letters pertain to the works contained in the collection.  They make for interesting reading, where interesting is scratching your head and wondering if they(the editors) read the same work as you did.

There wasn’t a story in this collection that I didn’t connect with.  I wonder if I need to type this twice, because there’s some indication that certain editors felt there would be problems with the public engaging with characters, language or themes.  I, the reader and Clarke the author, have vastly different life experience, but her skill as a storyteller makes that difference irrelevant. 

If you can’t connect with this book, then the problem isn’t in the book.

The majority of the characters in these stories are people of colour and the settings range from the West Indies, to England and Australia. The are number of Englishes presented, which might present a problem for some ( personally I find Scottish English harder to understand than Jamaican and really, if you can be bothered to put a smidge of effort in to get “your ear in” so to speak, well…) but on the whole the collection is presented in Standard AU/UK English prose.

I enjoyed every story in the collection but some were real standouts.  Shu Yi really got to me, not only because it was a well structured story with a gutting ending, but because it rang true with much of my personal school experience, both as a student and a teacher. For readers of speculative fiction a couple of these stories delivered the same sort of emotional gut punch you’d get with reading something like Margo Lanagan’s Singing my Sister Down and Railton Road is certainly one of those. Set in Brixton, an area that later became famous for the Brixton Riots of 1981, it tells a story of a group of black activists engaged in the enlightenment of black British youth.  It’s one of those stories that builds tension well, that generates a sense of foreboding, and compels you toward an end that you know is coming but that you don’t really want to see, nor accept as happening. The aftermath of this story, the complexity inherent in race tensions still sits with me long after having finished it

Gaps in the Hickory is possibly my favourite and for a number of reasons.  It’s a longer piece, indeed at 52 pages I think it ties with The Stilt Fishermen of Kathaluwa as the collection’s longest and as such it has more time to immerse you in the story.  I think that I might have enjoyed a novella with these characters or even a novel. I like that it presents another English, a Mississippi dialect if you will, used by southern white folk that’s every bit as non standard as the Jamaican English that’s presented  previously in Hope.  I like that Clarke has chosen to present a number of stories in different Englishes and that her editors have gone with it.  It’s another tool that works to get the reader firmly bedded down in a place that (in my case) is different to what they have experienced. There’s some subtle misdirection in this story too that works very well, but enough said about that. 

Reading should be about expanding your experience as a reader (at least some of the time) and I feel that this story in particular did that.  Clarke has that knack of taking characters who you share nothing in common with (at least on the surface) and making you care desperately about them.

The Stilt Fishermen of Kathaluwa, hits closer to home being the story of a “Boat Person”, an asylum seeker.  If we could just let 60% of Australians stumble across this story, then perhaps we might chip away at the two dimensional, goodies versus baddies approach to Asylum seekers this country seems determine to take.  It captures beautifully and tragically the realities of lives caught up in the situation.  The desperation of those seeking asylum, the impotence experienced by those who dedicate their life to helping others and the negligence of the silent, wilfully ignorant, majority of Australians who just don’t want to know - and all that without preaching.

We need more writers like Maxine Beneba Clarke, not just because she’s a woman, or a person of colour but because she tells a damn fine story, and likely not one we’ve heard before.

Foreign Soil is released on the 29th of April, you should be able to get it from all good bricks and mortar bookstores and online as well.

 

This review copy was provided by the publisher.


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Mar 28, 2014

Book Review – The Butcher’s Window by Carmel Williams

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The Butcher’s Window is the third Picaro Press work I have read and it continues a run of accessible, enjoyable poetry collections. I was privileged to have read a very early form of this collection, having known and worked with the poet before.  Compared to those previously reviewed collections, Little Bit Long Time, and Nothing Here Needs Fixing, The Butcher’s Window comes in at almost double the size, some 80 odd pages.

It’s also a debut collection, though it feels like the work of a poet who has been at the game much longer than that would indicate.  Indeed nicely structured in four chapters or sections it carries a narrative, partly autobiographical.  There’s also a definite impression that Picaro is giving the reader value for money.  In terms of pure page count you are getting almost two collection worth’s here but more than that you are getting a full work, a solid chapter of a person’s existence. 

Like Eckermann’s Little Bit Long Time there’s an affinity with the work stemming from a shared experience of place in a lot of the poems.  A fair amount of this collection was written in Alice Springs and there are some iconic landmarks (Anzac Hill, Bradshaw Drive) that will act as touchstones or points of reference for readers who have an experience of the town.

Beyond any personal friendship I may have with the poet, there is a joy, almost a comfort, even when the poems describe events that aren’t comforting as in Red Car,

Ever body that cradles a womb

down Bradshaw Drive, heard that scream

It was a little death, a rough shove into that special groove

into which you were born

A comfort that you are experiencing poetry and a poet that is close to you. You can appreciate poetry for language and its technical proficiency but I find those poems that tap into your experience constitute another layer of immersion and enjoyment. 

If I can hurl an accusation at some of today’s poetry, it is that it’s distanced, requiring refined knowledge and understanding to fully appreciate.  Not so with the work I have read from Picaro and not so for William’s collection here. William’s doesn’t let technique, form or avant-guarde experimentation interfere with what she does, with the message or story she is telling.

An advantage of knowing the poet, is of course that I know, rather than have to surmise or guess, that these poems are at times brutally raw and honest.  There’s skill in Williams poetry but no sneaky poetic artifice, no careful manipulation of the readers emotions.  That skill is evident in taking the intensely personal and making it accessible for a wider audience.  Nowhere is this more evident than in On being a woman and other mass generalisations written for a daughter on the verge of becoming a woman:

 

You crept up

like a thief

stole the child we loved

 

Reeling we watch

this birth of separateness

and remember

 

Your body is a sacred place

take time to know it

But you won’t understand

 

Unless its taken away, given away

and you have to go through hell

to get it back

While a lot of her poetry is intensely personal, there’s a breadth of technique on display, an indication of a practised poet with a firm voice that has the facility to choose form to suit the subject matter.

When Williams does experiment, the form suits the subject and for me this is most clear in an early poem titled Reverberations ( a poem for three voices).  Three distinct contradictory and uncomplimentary voices are written at the poet, creating a sense in the reader of reverberating, echoing negative commentary on the poets action, inaction or unwilling participation.

Julia Wakefield reviewed The Butcher’s Window at Rocheford Street Review and she talks at length about the narrative of the work and suggests that while it’s not a verse novel there is a story and a growth or transformation of character experienced through the text, there’s a resolution with some of the themes in the work.

For me it’s a personal pleasure to see William’s work in print and there’s a closeness to the events and place that some readers may not be able to experience but I don’t think that’s going to be any barrier to your enjoyment.  Like Wakefield above I think you will enjoy/appreciate the “character” of the poet and her journey.

If you like honest poetry that’s bedded down in human experience, if you like hearing/reading a strong voice then (with personal bias noted) I heartily recommend The Butcher’s Window. 

 


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Mar 16, 2014

eBook Review – Talus and the Frozen King

TALUS AND THE FROZEN KINGThe tagline reads Introducing the worlds first detective.  If you have ever wondered what Sherlock Holmes crossed with the Neolithic era might be like Talus and the Frozen King will give you a reasonable idea. 

The reader is introduced to two travelling companions on their way north following the Aurora Borealis in the hope that it will lead them to the place where all the worlds meet and one of the characters will be given one last time to talk to his dead wife. On the way they come across a settlement and hear the voices of people wailing.  Never one to overlook a mystery Talus and Bran (who is having second thoughts about their journey) make their way towards the village where they find that a King has been murdered.  Talus and Bran, are the only ones who can unearth the killer, but first they have to disperse the fog of suspicion that crowds around all strangers in this cold and isolated village.

The parallels between Sherlock Holmes and the two main characters are, I think obvious, and deliberate.  Talus, the book’s Holmes, is a story teller, a bard who doubts the existence of the spirit world, who sees truth in patterns and concrete evidence but who has difficulty with emotions and understanding love.  Bran, the Neolithic Watson, is a disfigured ex-fisherman, with a temper and a good axe-arm.  Talus pieces the clues together and uses Bran to tease out the connections in much the same way Holmes does with Watson.  We even have a criminal mastermind.

Talus and the Frozen King works well enough as a mystery and at keeping the reader guessing with a plethora of possible suspects and some interesting personal relationships. Where it fell down for me was in some of the world building.  Edwards does a good job with the creation of the landscape and the physicality of the setting but a couple of things dropped me out of the flow of reading.

Now Talus and the Frozen King is set in the Neolithic age, aside from physical evidence left by these peoples, there’s not much for a writer to go on, you’re essentially writing fantasy.  I found some of the names in the book jarring, they didn’t seem to ring true to either historical names (which is fair enough, you try finding a neolithic baby name clay tablet) nor any sort of naming/cultural convention set up in the world that’s been created. I felt as if the names were drawn from periods of history much later than the setting ie Talus is a Greek name, Tia an Egyptian queen from the 19th dynasty, Bran, a welsh name from the 12th Century.  There was a chance here I think to create a certain verisimilitude by having names that could be linked to the culture in some way.

How powerful and important are names to a book’s world building? This is highlighted in the name of Lethriel, one of the major characters in  Talus and the Frozen King.  If you dear reader are not automatically thinking of an elven princess you are lucky. Such is the power Tolkien’s pseudohistory/myth on the genre. It is such a seemingly small thing, but I felt there was a missed opportunity to spend a bit more time on the names of characters and how they might connect, support and evoke the setting.  Especially since it looks to be a continuing series.

The second issue I had was with an instance of what felt like klunky back story exposition early on in the book that explains some of Talus’ history.  It’s necessary for a later reveal but I was really conscious that I, the reader, was being told this information for a very important reason.  I like my back story drip fed a little more.

I think what Edwards has tried to do is ambitious, how do you create a Holmesian character in a world where philosophy, science and logic are still in their infancy. How do you create the world’s first detective without it feeling like it’s Holmes and Watson in bear fur. I think the answer lies in exceptional world and character building.  Which in all fairness is perhaps beyond what the author had scope to produce.  You can have a pacey murder mystery set in the Neolithic which is a fun, light read or you can spend 10 years trying to produce something resembling Hild.

The landscape was beautifully evoked but I wasn’t entirely convinced of the Neolithic world the characters inhabited in a cultural sense. I felt Talus and the Frozen King was still a fairly modern Holmesian murder mystery (and a reasonable one at that). So if you like Holmes and Watson-like characters in your murder mysteries and you are tired of the body count in Midsomer, give it a go.


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