#14 – Pawn of Prophecy, by David Eddings

Just to start out, I’m actually eleven books behind in my posts (this is book 14 for 2008, but I’m currently reading book 25), so things may move a bit quickly for the next few days. I don’t mind saying that these David Eddings books are guilty pleasures for me. Normally I dislike the notion of “guilty pleasure”; you shouldn’t feel guilt about enjoying any kind of reading, but one thing I think my institutional literary education taught me (an important lesson, I feel) is to distinguish between my enjoyment of a book and its quality. There are books I enjoy that are bad books, and there are books I do not enjoy that are excellent books, and I think an intelligent reader needs to be able to see that. I can see that, though I love the ten books that make up The Belgariad and The Malloreon, I know… Continue Reading

My Friend Nick is Missing

If any of you folks are in the Seattle area (hell, even if you aren’t) please look at this: http://community.livejournal.com/seattle/5056342.html My friend Nick is missing. He’s got a wife and kids and another little one on the way. Please, if you have any information at all, contact the authorities. At the very least I hope you’ll all join me in wishing for his safe return and sending prayers/good thoughts or whatever sort of fellowship you can in the direction of him and his family. This site has also been set up to make more information available. Please keep your eyes and ears open.

#13 – The Ladies of Grace Adieu, by Susanna Clarke

This book, with its embossed cloth cover, is absolutely beautiful. The picture on the left doesn’t even begin to do justice to the object itself. The stories inside are also quite lovely, but they seem to lack depth and substance. I could easily say that they don’t require depth and substance, as they are Brothers-Grimm-style fairy tales, but that would then deny the fact that one of the most interesting pleasures of Clarke’s Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell was the fact that she added those qualities to a fairy tale world. Clarke uses many of the same techniques in these stories as she did in her fine, fine novel; the archaic diction, academic paraphernalia of footnotes and bibliographic entries, and the hints at a well-worn mythology are all present, but the shorter form of these stories simply don’t allow them to develop the same impact that they had in her… Continue Reading

#12 – Spook Country, by William Gibson

Writing about Gibson’s books can be difficult if one wants to avoid spoilers, and one does in this instance. Upon reflection, I couldn’t imagine reading Spook Country and getting much enjoyment from it if I knew in the beginning what I now know at the end (re-reading is an entirely different kettle of fish, of course). Like nearly all of Gibson’s novels, Spook Country starts with several characters who seem completely unrelated to one another and slowly draws them together as a mystery is slowly revealed (revealed to the reader, that is; many of the characters know exactly what’s going on, although there is normally at least one—in this case a singer turned reporter named Hollis Henry—who doesn’t have a clue). And of course there’s the tech. Gibson is best known for near-future cyberpunk featuring technology that is just beyond our reach, although not entirely implausible. Spook Country is set… Continue Reading

#11 – Dark Voyage, by Alan Furst

A few weeks ago my father sent me a box full of historical novels, mostly with a nautical theme. My father has good taste in such books; he was the person who clued me in to the genius that is Patrick O’Brian. Dark Voyage is the first book from box, and while it’s no Master and Commander, it was quite an exciting read. Alan Furst does an excellent job of placing his characters in a believable—an exceptionally believable—picture of Europe and North Africa during the early years of World War Two. Eric DeHaan is captain of the Dutch tramp freighter Noordendam, co-opted by the British Navy for use in clandestine operations that could not be carried out by military vessels. Furst’s prose reminds me of Ian Fleming’s, in that it’s simple, direct, and focuses very much on creating a convincing physical world. In this sort of book its very important… Continue Reading

#10 – Fits Like A Rubber Dress, by Roxane Ward

When I bought this book, it was, as Steven admits to sometimes doing, mostly because of the cover. Really, who can resist a barely-clad woman in black? Not I. It wasn’t solely because of that, though. Part of it was the quotation from Timothy Findley on the back, and part of it was because there aren’t many Canadian novels (well, far fewer than those of our British and American cousins, anyway) that take the urban experience seriously, and I’m becoming more and more an urban creature since moving to the south. This novel, if nothing else, promised to be intensely urban. I was therefore quite saddened to find that the novel was pretty terrible. Indigo Blackwell, our protagonist, is a vapid character living a more or less meaningless existence, working a not-very-satisfying job and married to a husband (Sam) who is selfish and mildly manipulative. He’s doing research for his… Continue Reading

I Was A Teenage Book Readin’ Meme

Generally I don’t do memes on this blog, but I was tagged, and it’s got a book readin’ theme, so I figure what the hell. Q: Which book do you irrationally cringe away from reading, despite seeing only positive reviews? A: Margaret Atwood’s Oryx and Crake, although I don’t think I’d call my cringing entirely irrational. I’ve read several of her other books, and I despise her fiction; it’s sloppy and more than a little dull. She could win every prize available to an author of fiction and I would still cringe at the idea of reading another of her books. Q: If you could bring three characters to life for a social event (afternoon tea, a night of clubbing, perhaps a world cruise), who would they be and what would the event be? A: Interesting question, and one I had to think about quite a bit. I chose an… Continue Reading

#9 – Flesh and Gold, by Phyllis Gotlieb

I bought this book because it was the only volume of science fiction in the entire Canadian section of my favourite neighbourhood book store, and I had never before read a Canadian novel that was deliberately labeled as SF. The reviews plastered all over it (from publications as diverse as Analog and Quill & Quire, though strangely no indication of what the book was actually about) were from sources I respected and more than piqued my interest. It turns out Phyllis Gotlieb is fairly well-known in SF circles, but I am an interested outsider at best. Everything I’ve read about Gotlieb’s work, and about this novel in particular, suggests that it is violent and highly sexual, though not necessarily erotic, and I found those statements to be true. It took me a good thirty or forty pages to get the hang of the book, but after that it took me… Continue Reading

#8 – Home Movies, by Ray Robertson

I received this book as a gift several years ago, but the subject matter (a country and western singer from Toronto) put me off it, as well as the fact that it’s a pretty ugly book with uncomfortably tight binding. Those may be stupid reasons to put off reading a book, I guess, but those are the kinds of things that can go through your mind when you’re looking for your next reading experience. It’s right up there with “am I in the mood or action, or contemplation?” I also think that I may have insulted the person who gave it to me by not reading it right away, which was not my intention at all. But I guess there’s no going back to those moments, right? So a few days ago I finally felt it was time, and here we are. Robertson’s protagonist, James, is in fact a country… Continue Reading

#7 – In the Place of Last Things, by Michael Helm

I only just recently tracked this novel down, an old professor of mine having recommended to me two or three years ago. I had been sitting on a comfortable but somewhat worn green recliner in his office, discussing my disappointment with how parochial and predictable and just plain bloodless the CanLit scene had become, when he pulled this book from his shelf and had me read a section near the beginning in which Russ Littlebury, the protagonist, assaults a funeral director. He challenged me: how often do you come across something like this in a Canadian novel? The answer was almost never. Canadian novels, with a few notable exceptions (Robertson Davies and Russell Smith both come to mind) are seldom boisterous and even more seldom dangerous. We seem to excel at expressing quiet dignity, quiet pain, quiet lives. If we tackle large themes at all, or the messiness and violence… Continue Reading