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Book Review: The Bride of the Blue Wind by Victoria Goddard

Book #35 of 2024:

The Bride of the Blue Wind by Victoria Goddard (The Sisters Avramapul #1)

Much as I’ve been enjoying author Victoria Goddard’s sprawling Nine Worlds fantasy saga, I’ve found this title to be a refreshingly distinctive change of pace for it. In lieu of her typical writing style, the novella is told in an exaggeratedly poetic fashion, well-befitting its desert fairy tale atmosphere of sorcery, caravans, and djinn. It’s the first story I’ve read in this setting that really drives home how the titular Nine Worlds are in fact radically different realms — an exciting prospect both in its own right and for when characters from those separate origins periodically travel beyond their local borders, a la crossovers in the MCU or Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere.

Like something out of the One Thousand and One Nights, the writer paints a picture for us of three daughters from a particular nomadic tribe who go off to seek their fortunes one-by-one as they come of age. The eldest sister studies to become a weaver of magical thread, the middle girl trains in armed and unarmed combat, and the beautiful youngest child is swept away to marry a god. Later on, when the first two receive word of the latter’s distress, they take leave of their respective vocations to reunite and set off to aid her.

It’s a loose Bluebeard retelling as well, so as Arzu and Pali are making their way towards her, Sardeet is exploring her new husband’s divine house and learning its strange rules. When she becomes pregnant, she also starts seeing visions of silently pleading women around the halls, whom she gradually realizes are the ghastly shades of his butchered former brides. Thus even before her sisters reach her, their sibling must find a way to wrest power for herself and her unborn baby to avoid sharing her predecessors’ fate.

I’ve seen some of this family’s future already — Pali and Sardeet Avramapul will someday go on to join the legendary Red Company, with many tales of their outlaw exploits before the Fall — but the three heroines are a delight to meet here as teens, precociously courageous and fiercely dedicated to one another and each obviously quite proud of her siblings’ differing gifts and ways of approaching a common problem. The book is on the shorter side and ends a bit abruptly, so I’ll renew my critique from Goddard’s Derring-Do for Beginners (which launched its own subseries within the wider canvas) that I think such installments should have been extended and presented as more complete entries for us, rather than doled out piecemeal like this. But overall, I continue to love these stories and how they interconnect.

[Content warning for sexual assault, childbirth, and gore.]

★★★★☆

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Book Review: Doctor Who: Wild Blue Yonder by Mark Morris

Book #34 of 2024:

Doctor Who: Wild Blue Yonder by Mark Morris

This is a stronger novel than Gary Russell’s adaptation of The Star Beast, but only because Wild Blue Yonder is the superior episode of Doctor Who. Author Mark Morris’s novelization of the Russell T. Davies script faithfully captures the familiar plot beats, yet there’s very little new material that he brings to the task in the way of character interiority or additional scenes, which would seem to be the main benefit of reproducing an existing TV story into the written medium. It’s also sadly the case that this particular show special is pretty heavily driven by its eerie visuals and talented performances, which do not translate well to the page at all.

It is still a fine tale: the Fourteenth Doctor and his friend Donna Noble, reunited and traveling together once again, encounter a derelict spaceship on the literal edge of the universe and eventually discover that it’s populated by two malevolent entities from the other side who have copied their appearances (when they’re not losing control of their bodies and warping grotesquely). The TARDIS has temporarily dematerialized, taking the hero’s handy sonic screwdriver device with it, leaving the pair of time-travelers stranded with only their wits to somehow outmaneuver their doppelgänger enemies as the ship’s corridors slowly transform around them.

It’s a great premise. Any hypothetical reader who hadn’t already watched these events play out on-screen would probably enjoy it, but for those of us who can draw the comparison, the tension and dramatic reveals whenever one of the protagonists isn’t sure if the other is an imposter just fundamentally work better when we can see the actors’ faces and can’t see inside anyone’s mind. The book also inherits without change the weakest part of the original version, the Doctor’s almost-disastrous mistaking of the false Donna for the real one near the end. In a storyline about reestablishing the characters’ old trust and partnership, that’s not necessarily a bad development, but it’s one that should have been addressed with emotional consequences and earned rapprochement, rather than simply shrugged off as it is here/there. That moment is likewise a missed opportunity for the Time Lord to notice something actually wrong with his putative companion’s behavior or comments — thereby demonstrating that he does truly know her — instead of apparently spotting at the last second that one of her arms is infinitesimally too long.

My contention remains that these 2023 Doctor Who novelizations were released too early, all within a week of their respective episodes airing on television. With greater time and distance, the writers could have dug more into the finished works and their critical audience reception, reflectively iterating and tweaking in a way that might have improved matters. Without that possibility for this title, the result is a bit of a not-thing itself: close enough to the genuine item at a glance, but only an inferior facsimile on closer inspection.

[Content warning for body horror and suicide.]

★★★☆☆

Book Review: Book of Earth by John Peel

Book #33 of 2024:

Book of Earth by John Peel (Diadem #5)

This is by far the best of the original six Diadem novels published by Scholastic from 1997 to 1998 (and perhaps of the entire series, which resumed many years later under Llewellyn). It picks up on the cliffhanger ending of the volume before, with Score falling prey to a magical attack via an amulet that he left back on Earth, injecting real stakes and a ticking-clock element into the narrative. Our three teen heroes now have to visit his homeland of New York City to find the item and cure him, and that’s a development that pays off in several key ways.

First: although each protagonist received a certain degree of backstory in book one, their fantastical adventures across the Diadem have generally been too propulsive to allow for much retrospection. But Score’s history with his abusive father and his hometown at large inherently generates a more nuanced and interesting plot for him than some generic episodic threat, in addition to showcasing how much he’s grown in his time away — a lesson that author John Peel would return to with subsequent homecomings for the other kids in books seven and nine. The setting also provides some nice culture-clash / fish-out-of-water antics for Pixel and particularly Helaine, whose medieval-like planet of course couldn’t prepare her for technologies like cell phones, helicopters, and guns. Her comedic distrust of such things feels straight out of a Doctor Who serial with the companion Leela, while Pixel’s more muted reaction to how basic everything seems from his advanced perspective renders him rather like the Star Trek crew in the movie with the whales.

The city is also a familiar environment for readers, which means Peel isn’t tasked with as much worldbuilding or descriptive exposition, and Earth’s status as a rim world entails that no one can manifest much magic for good or for ill. Suddenly our child sorcerers are cut off from the bulk of their powers, forcing them to rely more on their wits to defeat their latest enemies.

All of those strengths are more or less baked into the premise of this tale, but the execution is great, too. There are betrayals and other twists, including a redemption arc for Score’s dad that doesn’t ignore or forgive his earlier actions, and the hokey puzzles are thankfully at a minimum. The characters are continuing to develop nicely, and while the romantic attraction between Score and Helaine is still unacknowledged by either, their relationship grows a lot closer through their ordeal here, which includes a moment when they have to pretend to kiss in order to evade capture. What a gift for the shippers out there! And although the story closes on yet another cliffhanger, at least this time it’s a climactic result that has built up over the course of the preceding events, rather than coming out of nowhere at the last minute.

My biggest critique is how this novel handles a new character in a wheelchair, whose lifelong disability is framed as a punishment and a trap and is ultimately healed with magic, which didn’t bother me as a kid but in hindsight I would call more than a tad problematic. Nevertheless, for a middle-grade title from a quarter-century ago, it holds up pretty well overall. I think this volume is the main reason I look back on the whole series so fondly, and I only wish the rest of them could have matched it in quality.

★★★★★

Book Review: Didn’t Nobody Give a Shit What Happened to Carlotta by James Hannaham

Book #32 of 2024:

Didn’t Nobody Give a Shit What Happened to Carlotta by James Hannaham

After two decades, Carlotta Mercedes has been released on parole from the men’s prison where, under her original name and gender presentation, she was sentenced as an accomplice to her cousin’s armed robbery. (She claims she was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but she’s not exactly the most honest reporter. In fact, she indulges in quite a lot of wishful thinking and self-delusion over the course of this novel, as though if she insists enough on something in her mind, it will turn out true. So it’s hard to necessarily take any of her protests of innocence at face-value.) Now freed, she reconnects with friends and relatives from her past — many of whom have complicated feelings about this reunion and/or her new identity — and wanders the streets of a New York City that has seemingly changed just as much as she has during her years away.

The ensuing plot is fairly minimal. I’ve seen other reviews compare this title to James Joyce’s Ulysses, which I haven’t read, but for me, the main point of comparison would be to A Confederacy of Dunces. As in that story, it’s the self-sabotaging protagonist who comes across most strongly, although the viewpoint and concerns of a Black trans ex-con are inherently more sympathetic and interesting than those of John Kennedy Toole’s entitled manchild.

The writing style will probably be the biggest issue for most readers. Author James Hannaham weaves back and forth between his heroine’s profanity-laden interior monologue in first-person African American English and a third-person narrative in a more standard dialect, generally with the former interrupting the latter in mid-sentence. To pick a rare non-vulgar example: “She returned his stare You apposed to axe what changed my mind, an I’m apposed to say you.” The capital letters help signal the code-switching in print, and the audiobook version that I listened to employed two separate narrators for the task, which helped even more (though at the cost of missing the quotation marks, so that I wasn’t always sure whether a particular line was Carlotta’s actual dialogue or just a reply she imagined giving to someone). Your tolerance for such an approach will likely impact your enjoyment of the overall volume, but it’s certainly a distinctive and imaginative one.

This is also a work that touches on some pretty heavy themes, from the main character being repeatedly raped by other inmates and prison guards, to thoughts of suicide and self-harm, to frequent instances of racism and transphobia and more. It’s blisteringly funny despite the darkness — or perhaps more precisely, to spite the darkness — and it’s clear that Carlotta’s hilarious inner voice has been cultivated in part as a coping mechanism to process all that trauma. But audiences who are sensitive to such material should go in forewarned that it may be a rough experience.

★★★★☆

Book Review: Sphere by Michael Crichton

Book #31 of 2024:

Sphere by Michael Crichton

I went through a big Michael Crichton phase when I was younger, and I had vague memories of this 1987 title being one of my favorites from back then. Revisiting it now, I’m not quite so impressed, although that may have something to do with how the sci-fi genre has continued to grow over the decades since. This adventure no longer feels as distinctive in its execution, and it features a few Dan Brown-esque deliveries of unnecessary exposition, explaining fairly basic concepts like black holes and the mythological Medusa to our cast of expert scientists.

(The book has aged poorly in other ways, too — the white, male protagonist reads as a clear author stand-in, and he’s conspicuously framed as more rational and level-headed than the angry Black man and intensely-sexualized white woman who are his primary colleagues.)

But Crichton was an ideas guy more than anything else. The mind originally behind works like Jurassic Park and Westworld turns in a similarly exciting premise here: a civilian is whisked away by the military to consult on what he thinks will be an airplane crash, only to discover it’s actually a strange artifact buried beneath the ocean. A few hairpin twists follow in quick succession, any one of which could have been an interesting direction to stick with for the rest of the story. The thing is an alien spaceship! No, it’s a vessel from Earth’s own future that came back in time and crash-landed centuries ago! No, it’s that but it does contain an extraterrestrial object in its storage bay — the titular Sphere at last — that it picked up somewhere along its travels.

Eventually, the characters start communicating with the metal device, which exhibits a petty childlike personality akin to the little god-tyrant from the “It’s a Good Life” episode of The Twilight Zone. Impossible-looking creatures and other weird occurrences manifest around them, seemingly brought on by the intelligence within the orb, which they ultimately realize is responding to their own subconscious wants and fears. There follows a mildly-claustrophobic race against time as the majority of the underwater team succumb to various accidents and the survivors seek to wield the new power against one another.

I don’t mind spoiling all that in the space of this review, both because the novel is so old and because none of those developments strikes me as especially radical in the end. The strength of any techno-thriller lies with its action as much as its speculative elements, and the writer delivers a competent but not extraordinary performance at both. If he had gotten to the main point sooner and dwelt there for longer, I might feel more strongly about the work today.

★★★☆☆

Book Review: Hallowe’en Party by Agatha Christie

Book #30 of 2024:

Hallowe’en Party by Agatha Christie (Hercule Poirot #41)

This isn’t necessarily the worst Agatha Christie story, but it’s certainly one of her more repugnant ones. Multiple characters are casually racist, ableist, and homophobic, often to the point of spouting eugenic beliefs about certain people’s predisposition to violence, which come alongside their various inane complaints about modern society in general. None of that is exactly new for this author, but at her best, she sometimes manages to convey a slight distance to imply that such views might perhaps belong to her creations alone. Here the cruel tone so suffuses the work that it’s hard to read it as anything but an endorsement.

Against that dark backdrop, a thirteen-year-old girl is viciously drowned at the titular holiday gathering, her body left facedown in the tub that had previously been used for the innocent activity of bobbing for apples. Some writers would recognize that such a murder of a child is a particularly horrific crime and have their detectives treat the subject with powerful emotions of righteous fury or despair. For Hercule Poirot, it’s an intellectual exercise like any other case, rather than anything to get especially worked up about. Christie also has her mouthpieces describe the girl and her surviving friend in overtly sexualized terms, with the latter eventually confessing her love for a man who turns out to be her father. No thank you!

Setting all that aside has been too much for this reader. If you can manage, the remaining plot revolves around the victim’s boast at the party earlier in the evening that she had once witnessed a murder herself. Assuming that that must have been the killer’s motive for striking again, Poirot investigates several recent unexplained deaths and disappearances in the surrounding area, and of course puts all the evidence together in order to declaim a solution at his conventional parlor-room denouement. There’s no dwelling on the loss of the young teen — or her younger brother, killed while the protagonist was on the scene dallying and complaining about how much his feet hurt! — just a showcase of how clever the old Belgian has been and an offhand note that the murderer drank a fast-acting poison to avoid apprehension. It’s a weak ending to a flawed mystery, which I suppose explains why the loose Kenneth Branagh adaptation A Haunting in Venice appears to have jettisoned nearly everything but the character names.

★★☆☆☆

Book Review: The Game of Courts by Victoria Goddard

Book #29 of 2024:

The Game of Courts by Victoria Goddard

Another interesting little Nine Worlds / Lays of the Hearth-Fire prequel novella that sheds light on a minor character from The Hands of the Emperor — in this case, his Radiancy’s esteemed personal valet Conju an Vilius — but isn’t quite robust enough of a story to stand fully on its own. Instead, we get an abbreviated look at the cavalier’s arc in the wake of the Fall: losing himself in empty debauchery, realizing his life could still have purpose despite its losses, entering the Emperor’s staff, working his way up to his desired position, and unexpectedly befriending his lord’s idealistic new secretary Cliopher, whom he initially mistrusts and looks down upon. It’s a tale with the same cozy fantasy vibes as most of this series, and I love how the protagonist dedicates himself to an ideal of competency and then goes about steadily achieving it, almost like those great wordless montages on Better Call Saul. It’s also amusing to see a more skeptical perspective on how Kip’s early bureaucratic reforms would have appeared from the outside, after getting to know them so intimately in Hands.

This plot runs roughly simultaneously with the book Petty Treasons, and a few scenes even repeat, albeit from our new POV. I think the title probably works best in conjunction with prior releases like that for readers seeking a deeper understanding of how certain interpersonal dynamics originally came into effect, although I can’t yet speak for how it’s informed by the volume Terec and the Wild, which tracks the hero’s younger days and his ill-fated romance with a boy from his homeland. That composite feel for this saga can sometimes make it a challenge to assign ratings to individual entries, but this one ultimately seems a worthy addition to the rest. I’ll give it three-and-a-half stars, rounded up.

★★★★☆

Book Review: Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

Book #28 of 2024:

Red Rabbit by Alex Grecian

The Weird Western vibes of this adventure novel are delightful, presenting a version of the post-Civil War midwest that’s populated with demons, ghouls, and similar entities, all treated matter-of-factly as threats that an unwary traveler might encounter like any other. I’m less sold on the plot, however, which finds a posse of strange bedfellows journeying together across that land to kill a particular witch. While this is the main thrust of the story, the protagonists’ motivation for making the trek isn’t entirely clear, especially given the occasional scenes from their target’s point-of-view that establish her as a relatively sympathetic figure (though definitely a sorceress of great power). And a late reveal that the quest has been magically-influenced all long doesn’t make it any more satisfying to read, either.

Besides missing a feeling that there’s really anything driving the action, this is a fun little picaresque that goes to some surprisingly gory extremes. The characters and their meandering storyline and loose worldbuilding rules aren’t enough to ever elevate the title into something special — and I think it’s odd how author Alex Grecian repeatedly uses the word “cowboy” in more of the modern sense of a drifter, rather than the period-appropriate definition of a working ranch hand — but it’s hard to beat the general atmosphere of the text.

[Content warning for gun violence, suicide, racism, torture, cannibalism, and violence against animals.]

★★★☆☆

TV Review: True Detective, season 4

TV #8 of 2024:

True Detective, season 4

Officially subtitled Night Country, the latest installment of this sporadic anthology series takes place in a remote section of Alaska, during the time of year when it stays dark for weeks on end. Unsurprisingly, that turns out to be a great setting for showcasing the program’s typical themes of violence, corruption, conspiracy, and potential Lovecraftian horror. There’s even another cold case (no pun intended) weighing on the protagonists in the present, although unlike in previous seasons, the action unfolds pretty linearly, without the actors having to portray the same roles across multiple decades.

The initial premise is so reminiscent of John Carpenter’s movie The Thing as to feel like an intentional homage: a secluded research base uncovers something primordial deep in the ice, which seems to have turned the scientists against one another, or perhaps just driven them out of their minds. There’s also an unexpected connection to the unsolved murder of a local native woman from several years beforehand, which reunites the former partners who had worked on that case together. It’s a tour de force for the top-billed Jodie Foster as the jaded police chief antiheroine, but relative newcomer Kali Reis (better known for her boxing career) playing the bitter junior officer more than holds her own in the many scenes they share. Shout-out to the supporting cast too, including a put-upon Christopher Eccleston who’s somehow even less recognizable than he was as a pointy-eared Marvel villain.

The supernatural-leaning elements are of mixed effectiveness for me. That piece of the show’s fabric has never been more explicit than it is here, but in practice, it largely boils down to a few jumpscares and the hallucinations brought on by one character’s hereditary mental condition. Technically, it’s ambiguous whether these visions are originating from a higher plane or not, and the Alaskan environment admittedly invites a liminal reading where the rules of reality are more permeable than we might expect of the crime thriller genre. But ultimately the scripts aim to preserve the conflicting interpretations of all the spooky business in a way I don’t find entirely satisfying, much as I don’t think the minor links back to Rust’s philosophical ramblings from season one are at all necessary here.

For me, the story is better without all the mumbo-jumbo. Just two dogged cops, dealing with their personal demons and complicated professional history as they seek the truth that will bring an overdue measure of justice on behalf of a slain innocent, opposite the entrenched powers of the area with a vested interest in keeping things buried. That may sound similar to where this show has already gone twice before — let’s not talk about the misfire of season two — but it’s different enough to be worth the watch, and as electrifying as ever in this new female-led permutation.

[Content warning for gun violence, suicide, domestic abuse, death of a child, racism, torture, and gore.]

★★★★☆

Book Review: Book of Thunder by John Peel

Book #27 of 2024:

Book of Thunder by John Peel (Diadem #4)

The third Diadem story wrapped up the major plot arcs that had been driving the action thus far, which means that this next volume has to function as a bit of a proof-of-concept for the saga moving forward. What are these books about, now that the threats of Sarman, the Triad, and the universe’s unbalanced magic have all been addressed and neutralized?

The answer, at least for now, appears to be a sequence of standalone crises. The previous novel ended on a sudden reveal that the protagonists’ unicorn friend Thunder was in some unspecified danger, which this sequel takes as its premise and resolves before springing its own dramatic cliffhanger out of nowhere: Score has been struck with a curse orchestrated by his gangster father back on Earth, where the other heroes will now have to visit in order to save him.

But first, the child sorcerers must help the unicorns against their latest enemy, who presents himself as one of their kind challenging Thunder for control of the herd but turns out to be a body-hopping magician up to vaguely nefarious ends. (His plan is basically to earn the animals’ trust, kill them for the magical properties in their horns, and then find another human life to take over. It’s a solid idea, but both deployed and defeated way too quickly. He even could have succeeded in goading Helaine into killing him — the act that triggers the switch — if he hadn’t monologued his whole M.O. at her beforehand. And no, there’s no mention of how she’s only just escaped a similar threat to her personhood from her past/future self on Jewel.)

As an episodic adventure, this is largely fine, especially given the intended middle-grade audience. I have my quibbles, like the fact that post-Triad we’re still seeing pictographic puzzles for the kids to solve, some without any justification for who would have written them and why (but not treated as a mystery or ever returned to, so far as I can remember). But it’s not actively bad for the most part; it’s just sort of blandly generic fantasy storytelling. And I’m sure the ‘horse girl’ demographic would likely feel more strongly towards the interlude when our warrior heroine transforms herself into a juvenile unicorn to secretly infiltrate the villain’s circle.

Personally, I’m more struck by the quieter domestic moments of series continuity here. Pixel, Score, and Helaine return to the castle of the foe they vanquished in the last book, and start treating it as their home. The blue-skinned boy still canonically has a crush on Helaine, but we’re starting to see more subtext of developing feelings between her and Score. Meanwhile their allies Oracle and Shanara each pop up again, and even work together for the first time. Those are the dynamics that keep me reading more than the current quest of the day, but it’s not exactly a gripping narrative.

★★★☆☆