Saturday, April 30, 2011

Not about books

I haven't been reading a lot over the last week, so I don't have anything I want to review here. The respiratory thing that laid me low is clearing up, though I haven't quite kicked the cough yet.  I still have an ear infection (almost 3 weeks now), but the antibiotics have helped, and it's better than it was.  I'm pretty sure I'll be going back in to the doctor about this in a few days.

Instead of books, I'm going to talk about knitting today. I've just returned from the yarn shop, where I spent too much money. I bought yarn for the Verdant Shawl.  It calls for lace yarn in five colors.  The yarn shop didn't have the yarn the pattern specified, so I had to substitute.  I bought these:

I've been thinking about dish cloths recently, and want to experiment with gauge and with different yarns than the usual Sugar n Cream, so I also picked up these:
The green yarn on the top is made of hemp, which is apparently more durable than cotton.  The yarn on the bottom is cotton, but interesting colors and is softer & thinner than what I usually use.

While I had the camera out, I thought I'd take a photo of this.  I knit these over the winter.  Off the top of my head I can't remember the pattern.  I'll have to see if I can find it so I can post it on Ravelry.

And this is Chloe investigating the yarn, because she's cute.  

Sunday, April 17, 2011

River Marked by Patricia Briggs

I've been sick for the last week and a half, and I still am sick.  I've been feeling lousy, and therefore I haven't been posting, or anything else, really, except lying on the sofa, coughing until I heave, and taking lots of drugs.  Judging by the state of the shelves at Walgreens, I am not the only one who is sick right now.  Fortunately I didn't want any Nyquil, anyway, given that they were out of it.

I read River Marked a week ago.  It is the most recently installment in the awesome Mercy Thompson series of urban/paranormal fantasy by Patricia Briggs.  Mercy is a walker, a Native American creature who can shift into the shape of an animal and can see ghosts.  Specifically, Mercy can become a coyote.  Mundanely she is a mechanic who specializes in German cars.  Her significant other, Adam, is the alpha of the local werewolf pack.  I suppose there are some very mild spoilers ahead, so be warned:

At the beginning of River Marked, Mercy and Adam get married.  They head off for their honeymoon in a camper lent by a faery friend, to a campsite suggested by another faery.  This makes Mercy uneasy, as she knows that the fae rarely do anything completely out of goodwill.  Her suspicions prove correct quite soon, as she and Adam encounter and rescue a man in a boat whose foot was apparently bitten off by something terrifying.  It quickly becomes apparent that there is something really scary lurking in the river by the campground, and it's hungry.

It is also apparent that it's going to be up to Mercy and Adam to try to fix this.  Obviously the fae sent them there to handle the problem, and by now Mercy has come to terms with the fact that she will never be able to lead a quiet life and sit back and let others solve problems.  Her life just doesn't work that way.  In Moon Called, the first in the series, Mercy dealt with werewolves.  In Blood Bound, she dealt with vampires.  Iron Kissed was about dealing with fae, and now in River Marked, Mercy gets involved with Native American magic. She learns more about walkers, and more about herself.  At the same time, she and Adam are having some much-needed time together away from their jobs and the werewolf pack.

River Marked is a good book.  I enjoyed it very much, and intend to re-read it again soon, once my head clears up and I can concentrate better.  That said, I didn't love it quite as much as some of the others.  It's good, and interesting, and moves Mercy's story forward well, but it didn't seem quite as intense as some of the others have been.  On the other hand, I read the book under the influence of the flu and an incipient ear infection, so perhaps my perceptions were a bit dulled by the circumstances.

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Sacred Book of the Werewolf by Victor Pelevin

This is a very, very odd book.

I read it because I have enjoyed several Russian fantasies over the last couple of years, and was looking for more.  This did not really meet my expectations.  Though it has magic and supernatural characters, it is a work of literary fiction, not fantasy.

The main character is A Hu-Li,  a many-thousand year old fox from China, apparently.  Like her sisters, she feeds off human energy, and so she works as a prostitute in Moscow.  Her sister U Hu-Li works in a massage parlor in Bangkok, and her sister E Hu-Li lives in London, where she marries and kills a succession of husbands from the noble classes.  A Hu-Li is actually uninterested in sex, and has never participated herself.  Foxes can use their tails to mesmerize people, and she uses it on her clients.  They think the apparently teenage prostitute is fulfilling all their sexual fantasies, and she sits by and reads and feeds off their sexual energy.

The thing that is immediately clear about A Hu-Li is that she is very smart and very thoughtful.  Though she looks about 14 years old, she engages her clients in discussion of philosophy, and has a quick wit and has obviously spent a very long time thinking about these things.  She meets a high-ranking officer in the FSB, and is stunned to discover he is immune to her tail, immediately before he stuns her with her first real sexual encounter in her very long life.  After the sort-of rape (he asked her permission and she gave it, incorrectly thinking that nothing would actually happen), she ends up falling in love with him.  She is a fox, and he is a werewolf, and together they spend way too much time discussing politics, religion, and philosophy.  He eventually gets an idea of her real age and leaves her because she's too old, and she decides to transcend reality and seek her destiny on another plane of existence.

Huh.

At first I found the book entertaining, if a bit odd.  She is a very odd character, and has an interesting voice.  For instance, here:

We foxes are keen hunters of English aristocrats and chickens.  We hunt English aristocrats because English aristocrats hunt us, and it's a sort of point of honour.  But we hunt chickens for our own enjoyment.  Both types of hunting have their passionate supporters who will shout themselves hoarse defending their choice.  The way I see things, hunting chickens has several serious advantages:

  1. hunting English aristocrats is a source of bad karma, which is acquired by killing even the most useless of men.  The karma from chickens is not all that serious.
  2. to hunt aristocrats you have to travel to Europe (although some velieve that the best place is a transatlantic cuise ship).  You can hunt chickens anywhere you like.
  3. while hunting English aristocrats, foxes don't undergo any physical changes. But when we hunt chickens something happens that bears a distant similarlity to a werewolf's transformation - we come to resemble our wild relatives for a while.
I haven't hunted English aristocrats for many decades, and I don't regret it in the least.  But to this day I'm still enthusiastic about chicken-hunting.
Unfortunately the character's unique voice was not enough to carry me through to the end, when it became more and more a discussion of how to seek true enlightenment.  Gad, it got dull.  I have looked online at other reviews, which tend to say something to the effect that it's an incisive commentary on modern Russia.  I can't say that I saw that, except for A Hu-Li's distaste for the new power classes accompanied with perhaps a little yearning for socialism again.  But I tend to read fiction wanting story, not message (and resenting Message if it's too overt); and I'm sick and definitely not at my sharpest just at the moment.  

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Case of the Missing Servant by Tarquin Hall

I want to talk a little bit about writing and setting.  When writing about a setting that is not native to the reader, how do you go about describing it?   There are different approaches to this, and I got to thinking about it while reading The Case of the Missing Servant.

If the character is native to the setting, to them it is everyday and usually unextraordinary.  So if you are telling a story from that character's point of view, you would not have them think, on their way to work: "My automobile is red.  It is powered by an internal combustion engine and operates on four rubber tires. I use a wheel and two pedals to control direction and speed as I navigate it down a network of paved pathways we call roads."  To the character this sort of thing isn't given a moment's thought, and certainly doesn't need explanation.  But if the reader is from a vastly different place, then it might need to be explained.

This problem comes up frequently in science fiction and fantasy, where the settings are usually not our present-day world.  How can you describe the setting for the readers without long expository lumps, where you interrupt the flow of the story to describe and explain everything?  Writers in the SF genre often use a technique called incuing, by which they don't explain everything up front, but drop hints throughout the text that the reader can pick up and piece together themselves to come to understand the place and situation.  If done well, it works very well, at least for readers who are used to the technique.  I have heard that this style can be confusing and frustrating for readers who are not accustomed to it, who don't know to trust the writer and keep reading, and things will make sense eventually.

The Case of the Missing Servant is set in our world, in India.  The writer is not Indian himself, and obviously is writing for the non-Indian market, and it shows. I recently told someone I don't like reading mystery novels set in foreign places, unless the author is a native of that place, and she was surprised.  But to me the differences are kind of obvious.  If I read a mystery by Andrea Camilleri or Arnuldur Indridason, they don't waste a lot of pages telling me what Sicily or Iceland are like, because to them and their characters, it is everyday life and not much worth notice.  But a foreign writer, even one who now lives in the country they are using as a setting, seems more likely to try to describe and explain.  Doubtless this is attractive and more accessible to some readers, who like to feel like a tour guide has taken them around the setting of the story.  Personally I always doubt the accuracy of the vision, or the interpretation, from a non-native.  For instance, I used to listen the BBC World Service on the radio, and sometimes found their interpretation of things going on in the US to be very, very odd.  So I have to say, I personally prefer books set in foreign lands to be written by the people who are actually from there.  This is a personal quirk and I am certain that many people would disagree with me.

So, on to The Case of the Missing Servants.  Hall chooses to use the expository lump method of worldbuilding.  He spends a great deal of time describing and explaining, and by the end I felt like instead of a story I was getting a lecture about the social problems of India, and it was not a particularly welcome message.

I am under the (perhaps mistaken) impression that this is a bit like an Indian version of The Ladies #1 Detective Agency.  I have not actually read those books, so I base this solely on having watched some of the television series.  Our protagonist is Vish Puri, a middle-aged Indian man who operates a detective agency in Delhi.  His agency is well-established and he is comfortably off.  He employs a number of people in his agency, most of whom he refers to by nicknames such as Face Cream and Tubelight.  He is married, with adult daughters, and also employs a number of servants in his house.  Though he does all sorts of business, a lot of it is investigating potential spouses before marriage to make sure that they are a good choice.

Puri and his operatives handle a couple of these cases in this novel, while also working on the title case, in which a respectable and refreshingly non-corrupt lawyer has been accused of murdering one of his servants.  The woman disappeared one night, and no one knows where she went, what happened to her, or even where she originally came from.  The case is apparently being launched by the lawyer's political opponents, and it is up to Puri to find out what happened that night before the lawyer's reputation is irrevocably smeared.

Puri does not like being called the Indian Sherlock Holmes, but he certainly has his Holmesian moments:

"You are a lawyer residing in Jaipur, is it?" interrupted Puri. 
Kasliwal looked taken aback.  "That's correct," he said.  "But how...Ah, Bunty told you, I suppose."
Puri enjoyed impressing prospective clients with his deductions, despite the simplicity of his observations.
"I've not spoken with Bunty, actually," he said plainly.  "But from your Law Society of India monogrammed tie and type of briefcase, I deducted you are a man of the Bar.  As to your hometown, traces of red Rajasthani sand are on your shoes.  Also you mentioned air-dashing to Delhi.  You arrived here thirty minutes back.  So should be you came by the five o'clock flight from Jaipur."

Puri is not always a likable man, which I appreciate.  He is sexist, has a low opinion of servants, and some very old-fashioned ideas.  I did not always like him -- in fact, I have to say that I generally enjoyed the book less and less as I read on -- but I do appreciate the fact that he is a believable, flawed character. Though actually, from his perspective, they probably aren't even flaws.

The Case of the Missing Servant was moderately entertaining and held my attention all the way through.  Some of the things I disliked about it would likely be no problem at all to many readers.  It's light and fluffy and not bad, but not filling.  Sort of like cotton candy or marshmallow fluff.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Mad Mouse by Chris Grabenstein

Mad Mouse is the sequel to Tilt a Whirl. It again features police officers John Ceepak and Danny Boyle, who work in a seaside town in New Jersey.  It takes place a couple of months after Tilt a Whirl, around the Labor Day Weekend.  Labor Day is a big deal for the town, especially as the mayor and chamber of commerce are trying to make people forget about the earlier murder.  So they're having a giant barbecue with MTV and 3 Doors Down.

However, a problem emerges: Danny and his friends are being shot at.  At first it seems that it's just paintball, which is unpleasant but not life-threatening, but soon the bullets are real.  The town leaders are worried, of course, torn between protecting public safety and not wanting word of a sniper to ruin their festivities and the tourist dollars that come with them.  So it's up to Danny and Ceepak to figure out who is targeting them and find the culprit, ASAP.

I enjoyed this book almost as much as Tilt a Whirl.  Ceepak is a great character, and Danny has a great narrative voice.  The story glides along smoothly and in entertaining fashion, and I had a great time reading it.  It even managed to distract me for a few hours from the misery of being sick.  I will definitely be reading the rest of the series, quite soon.  Highly recommended.