#35 – Thunderball, by Ian Fleming

I’ve mostly (but not always) been treating these Bond novels in a couple of ways. First, I’ve been dealing with them as guilty pleasures, books that I read with a Ulysses dust jacket over the cover (I don’t actually do that; in fact I really love the lurid painted covers). Second, I’ve been using them to wind down between more serious books, books that are more emotionally intense or intellectually demanding (or just plain boring). Thunderball reminded me that Fleming’s prose is actually quite good. It’s extremely compact and straightforward, but that isn’t a limitation. Fleming still manages to convey a sense of physicality and decadence without ever letting go of its plain serviceability. The racism and bigotry that marred some of the other books is mostly absent from this book (mostly because the Nassau locals aren’t really given any substantial parts in the book), and Domino Vitali is pretty… Continue Reading

#34 – Orlando, by Virginia Woolf

This book has been on my must read list since I saw Sally Potter’s exquisite adaptation back in 2004. I have to say that I was a little disappointed by the book. I generally have a love/hate relationship with Woolf’s writing. I loved Mrs. Dalloway, Three Guineas, and A Room of One’s Own, but absolutely hated To The Lighthouse, Between the Acts, and the recently published Carlyle’s House and Other Skeches. I was very much hoping that Orlando would fall into the “love” category. Alas, it did not, but I was pleased to discover that it did not therefore fall immediately into the “hate” category. There are serious flaws in this book, at least from my point of view as a reader for pleasure. Both action and genuine introspection were rare, and though centuries passed, the pace of the novel was far slower than it should have been. Woolf could… Continue Reading

#33 – The Wild Palms, by William Faulkner

To begin, the cover image you see on the left is not what the cover of my copy looks like. It is, so far as I can determine, the cover of the most recent Vintage paperback edition; my edition is also a Vintage paperback, but was published in 1966, and has a rather tacky yellow and brown photo of some birds and marshes on the cover. My edition was also rather poorly typeset and printed, but the spine was nice and supple, so it still felt nice and comfortable in the hands. About the actual content of the book: it would be better to call this two separate, interlaced stories, joined more by common (and contrasting) themes, than a single, unified novel. The first tale, the one the novel opens with and spends the most pages on, is called “The Wild Palms” (the title of the novel was intended to… Continue Reading

#32 – Looking For Jake, by China Miéville

This book is not so impressive as the other two I have reviewed here (at the time of this writing, you should be able to find both reviews simply by scrolling down the main page). While words like “clever” and “original” were the sort of thing to come to mind after reading King Rat or the more robust Perdido Street Station, the word that jumps to the fore after reading this collection of stories is “derivative”. They aren’t bad stories, really. “The Tain” definitely deserved all sorts of awards, and neither “Details” nor “Familiar” are the sort of thing that would have occurred to me in a million years, which is exactly the sort of thing good fantasy should be. I don’t want my expectations confirmed, I want them denied. I want surprises. But. But but but but but. “The Ballroom” was so straightforward a ghost story that I had… Continue Reading

#31 – Equal Rites, by Terry Pratchett

It’s about time. With this, the third Discworld novel, I can say that Terry Pratchett has hit his stride, and I finally understand what all the fuss is about. That’s not to say their aren’t problems with this book; there are problems with every book. If we were to go around behaving as though a book—any book—were perfect, we wouldn’t be very good readers, now would we? The ending kind of sneaks up out of nowhere and becomes a giant, blazing action sequence full of bright lights and sound-effects (or descriptions of same) when the book, up until that point, had really called for no such thing. Pratchett was doing so well. Even though gender equality was the major theme of the book, Granny Weatherwax and Esk were people first and representatives of a gender second (or even third, actually), and the same could be said about the bulk of… Continue Reading

#30 – For Your Eyes Only, by Ian Fleming

Despite being labeled as “A James Bond Novel” on the cover, this book isn’t actually a novel; it’s a collection of short stories (the first of which is actually “From A View to a Kill,” a title which makes considerably more sense in the context of the story than it did for the film) with “For Your Eyes Only” being the most prominent. For the most part they are typical Bond fare, if on a smaller scale. They deal with Bond in between major assignments, which is actually quite refreshing, even if labeling it as a novel made the changes in continuity jarring (the stories are presented in the same format as the chapters in the previous seven books). My favourite stories were actually two that had nothing to do with espionage. There was “Quantum of Solace” which was actually a meditation by the Governor of the Bahamas on romantic… Continue Reading

#29 – Despair, by André Alexis

I love this book. Let’s get that right out of the way. I first encountered Mr. Alexis’ work a few years back in a collection called And Other Stories… edited by George Bowering. It claimed to be a collection of cutting edge postmodern Canadian short fiction, and by and large it was (there were a few dogs; Atwood’s contribution, taken from Good Bones, was probably the most glaring example), but it was Mr. Alexis’ piece that impressed me the most. It was a remarkable piece about a strange, strange narrator called André Alexis (every male character in the story is named André Alexis, and every female character is Andrée) who is investigating the origins of mysterious love letter, addressed to a woman with the same name as his wife but intended for a woman in Ottawa, New York rather than Ottawa, Ontario. There was even a very clever bit in… Continue Reading

#28 – Starship Troopers, by Robert A. Heinlein

It took me a while to determine why this book might be so controversial, though the fact of its publication in the late 1950s—at the emergence of the hippie generation—might have something to do with it. In straightforward terms it’s a novel about a militaristic Roman-style republic set at an indeterminate point in the future. It’s not really an adventure story; it delineates the structure of the military and its relationship to society at large by following the career of Juan Rico. Most reviews tend to focus on how Heinlein used the novel to expound his views on the responsibilities the individual has to the state, the role of military service in those responsibilities, and the cause of youth crime. Heinlein seems to believe that the only members of a society who deserve suffrage are those who have taken the safety of that society as a personal responsibility by serving… Continue Reading

#27 – Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said, by Philip K. Dick

Nearly caught up! Well then, this isn’t my first Philip K. Dick novel, but in some ways every Philip K. Dick novel is your first. Many of the major thematic elements will be the same, of course. They will always be concerned with paranoia, the implications of the development and use of mind-altering chemicals, the power of government, and so on. But every time you open a Philip K. Dick novel you can never quite be sure what you’ll find, or how you’ll emerge. (Plus, I’ve got to say that I love these covers. They are so un-Vintage, but so completely Philip K. Dick.) Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said doesn’t disappoint, though it’s obviously one of his earlier books. The prose is a bit stilted and his treatment of women borders on the misogynistic (which is not to say that his female characters become any more real in his… Continue Reading

#26 – Perdido Street Station, by China Miéville

(NB: I also finished this book a few weeks ago; I’m still several books behind in my posting.) This is a much stronger book than King Rat, but it’s not quite so easy to sink your teeth into. The world seems fairly complete, which is actually something I’m not used to in fantasy fiction (with the possible exception of David Eddings’ work, and he is notoriously obsessive about economic and logistical detail), and it took considerable adjustment to cope with, because Miéville doesn’t do a whole lot of info-dumping, at least not initially. (This can actually be a problem at times, as he also tends to stretch scenes of suspense far longer than they warrant and readers can be left in the dark for several chapters about issues that aren’t significant enough to benefit from such treatment.) As it’s been a few weeks since I’ve read it (as opposed to… Continue Reading