Jonathan Ryan's 3 Gates of the Dead came recommended to me by an old high school friend whose opinion I value highly, and I was not disappointed. I am not usually one for mysteries or thrillers, though I have dabbled in them before (The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo of The Millennium Series for one); my usual staple is of the fantasy and fairytale ilk, but I'm more than happy to step out of my boundaries for a good, rousing tale, and Ryan blows this out of the water. I finished it in two days.
This novel introduces Aidan Schaeffer, an assistant pastor for the Knox church in Columbus, OH. The story opens with Aidan dealing with the aftermath of his ex-fiancee Amanda's desertion and his subsequent crisis of faith, which was exacerbated by that event along with his parents' death in a house fire. It becomes very clear that these tragedies were not the cause of his doubts, but merely a catalyst to bring them to the forefront. I was immediately drawn to Aidan because of this as I have had similar issues, and the questions he was bringing up to his friend Brian were the same ones I've brought up to my husband (who is oddly enough also named Brian). Aidan is in a far more delicate position than the average Doubting Thomas since his business is to believe and to be a source of unshakeable faith for the congregation. Despite knowing what will happen he brings his issues to Mike, the head pastor and his boss, fulling expecting to be fired on the spot, but Mike who has also been his mentor for many years, takes this news in stride and tells Aidan that he'll help him on his journey to regain his faith. Aidan pursued a biology degree in college so he's very level headed and turned to theology because he saw it as a rational step. The doubts had always been there fueled by indulging in Dawkins and Hitchens, but he'd always been able to keep them at bay until the double whammy of his fiancee and parents.
As most mysteries go, things are never going to remain so "simple" as a crisis of faith and Aidan soon discovers that Amanda has been murdered in a highly ritualistic and frankly eerie way. He is initially a suspect, but his innocence is soon proven, but this heartbreaking wrench just throws him deeper into territory he is not prepared for. Both he and the detective who suspected him, Jennifer Brown, are baffled by Amanda's murder as there were strange markings found on her body. Adding to this is the strange supernatural events that have been occurring: the footprints found in the snow with no forensic evidence to indicate who made them, the findings by a "ghost hunting" group that Aidan is led to, and the cryptic note left by Amanda charging to him to find "Father Neal" and what horrors will happen if he does not. Aidan Schaeffer is literally a man chased by the dead and haunted by the ghosts of his guilt.
This book gave me goosebumps. I had to stop reading at around the half way point the night before and do something else before going to sleep. Aidan is such a well written and relate-able character. All of the doubts and contradictions he brought up about the nature of God were things that I myself have pondered still without satisfactory answer. I liked how Ryan was not trying to force religion down our throats, which is an amazing feat in a story about a preacher who has been thrust into a world of supernatural phenomenon. Usually crisis of faith stories end with the character having an amazing revelation and finding God again. It's trite; it's boring; it's expected. This story did none of those. Aidan's journey back to his faith is still in question by the end, but he has made progress. While there were a few things I did figure out on my own, they didn't detract from my enjoyment of the story, and far more revelations were utterly shocking. There were a few things Aidan references that I believe I might have had a better grasp on if I were more familiar with contemporary Christian culture, but these were few and far between. Ryan did an excellent job explaining most things that weren't common knowledge, but in a way that wasn't presumptuous and that didn't take me out of the story. Once I started reading I was in. He wove in the love aspect of the novel very well. It was an expected angle, too, but came off in a perfectly natural way. For a pastor Aidan is is very witty and snarky, which I chalk up to his fiery Irish blood. I also loved the nerd culture references. In a way that contributed to the creepiness of the tale, because these were so seamless that when the kooky stuff started happening it really got to you because you start thinking, "Oh my God...this is happening in the real world with real people who know about Star Wars and Harry Potter. Ahhh *chils*"
Aidan's struggle does a lot to present pastors in a different light and this is not a bad thing. It makes one feel less awful for doubting if people who are in the upper echelons do so it makes it okay for the rest of us. Most of all, it shows that they're human with human failings and human questions. It makes me think that faith is not necessarily unshakeable even for those who seem constantly unshaken. It's more mutable and wavering like the tide, but above all of it really was the message of hope. The people that really mattered never gave up on Aidan, and I think that says a lot about what true Christianity should be about.
I give this book four and a half stars and I can't wait for the next installment The Dark Bride.
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Sunday, October 20, 2013
Sunday, September 29, 2013
The Well of Acension (Mistborn 2) Review
In Sanderson's second installation Elend Venture is the current king of Luthadel with Vin as his personal mistborn bodyguard, but the young monarch holds a very precarious position as his father, Straff Venture, is camped outside his city's gates with an army bent on conquest. This fact is compounded when another army (that of Lord Cett) shows up, and of course there are still assassins trying for Elend's life. On top of this, Vin discovers a mysterious Watcher during her nightly patrols who tests the limits of her mistborn abilities.
Sanderson again tells far more than he shows. The most blatant instance of this comes when Elend meets with Dockson, and afterword the author insists that Dockson doesn't like Elend. Okay...what? At no point in the prior exchange was there ANY sign of animosity between these two individuals. Their conversation was polite and there was nothing in the narrative or dialogue tags to show what Dockson felt. We don't find this out until afterward where Sanderson tells us that it's so, and has Elend bemoaning the fact.
I also found reason to dislike Vin in this novel among other things. She has inherited OreSeur the kandra, a creature that can take the shape of people (and later animals) that it consumes. Vin is still upset that the kandra, well, essentially ate Kelsier after he died in order to impersonate him for a time, even though this was the Survivor's plans all along. Her treatment of OreSeur just bugs me and seems out of character with someone who has been trodden on and abused her entire life. Kandra follow a contract that allows them to live in human society. They are forced to obey their human master/mistress by this with few exceptions.
*sigh* I am very glad I didn't waste my time finishing this novel. I tried...I really tried to get through it. I really tried to let my fascination with the Deepness cut through my ever growing ennui and fuel a desire to find out what the hell that was. I really tried to maintain my interest despite the stodgy dialogue and constant telling instead of showing. I tried to latch on to some of the attempted intrigue with Zane who ends up not only be the elusive Watcher, but also Straff Venture's bastard mistborn son who constantly hears "God's" voice telling him to kill everyone he meets especially his father. I tried to care about this stuff, but it all just seemed so forced and trite. No one really had a strongly discernible personality, and I honestly just stopped caring and resorted to reading the Mistborn wiki to find out how both this and the third one ended. Having done that I'm even happier that I didn't waste my time in finishing because I'm less than impressed. The first novel was okay. The idea was new and fantastic; what would happen if the villain won. Brilliance pulled off in a not so stellar way, but I was still able to slog through it. This one has the two armies besieging our protagonists, but it just doesn't hold a candle to a ragtag bunch of thieves and spies trying to overthrow god (which, let's face it is essentially the plot of every Final Fantasy), and Sanderson's writing just wasn't compelling enough to hold me to this story without those dire odds. Maybe this one just begins slower because it's mostly about politics, but reading what the end is, I just sort of shrug my shoulders and say, "Eh..."
Two stars and I (obviously) won't be reading the third or fourth or however many of these there are. Maybe I'll give Elantris a try...but not right now.
Sanderson again tells far more than he shows. The most blatant instance of this comes when Elend meets with Dockson, and afterword the author insists that Dockson doesn't like Elend. Okay...what? At no point in the prior exchange was there ANY sign of animosity between these two individuals. Their conversation was polite and there was nothing in the narrative or dialogue tags to show what Dockson felt. We don't find this out until afterward where Sanderson tells us that it's so, and has Elend bemoaning the fact.
I also found reason to dislike Vin in this novel among other things. She has inherited OreSeur the kandra, a creature that can take the shape of people (and later animals) that it consumes. Vin is still upset that the kandra, well, essentially ate Kelsier after he died in order to impersonate him for a time, even though this was the Survivor's plans all along. Her treatment of OreSeur just bugs me and seems out of character with someone who has been trodden on and abused her entire life. Kandra follow a contract that allows them to live in human society. They are forced to obey their human master/mistress by this with few exceptions.
*sigh* I am very glad I didn't waste my time finishing this novel. I tried...I really tried to get through it. I really tried to let my fascination with the Deepness cut through my ever growing ennui and fuel a desire to find out what the hell that was. I really tried to maintain my interest despite the stodgy dialogue and constant telling instead of showing. I tried to latch on to some of the attempted intrigue with Zane who ends up not only be the elusive Watcher, but also Straff Venture's bastard mistborn son who constantly hears "God's" voice telling him to kill everyone he meets especially his father. I tried to care about this stuff, but it all just seemed so forced and trite. No one really had a strongly discernible personality, and I honestly just stopped caring and resorted to reading the Mistborn wiki to find out how both this and the third one ended. Having done that I'm even happier that I didn't waste my time in finishing because I'm less than impressed. The first novel was okay. The idea was new and fantastic; what would happen if the villain won. Brilliance pulled off in a not so stellar way, but I was still able to slog through it. This one has the two armies besieging our protagonists, but it just doesn't hold a candle to a ragtag bunch of thieves and spies trying to overthrow god (which, let's face it is essentially the plot of every Final Fantasy), and Sanderson's writing just wasn't compelling enough to hold me to this story without those dire odds. Maybe this one just begins slower because it's mostly about politics, but reading what the end is, I just sort of shrug my shoulders and say, "Eh..."
Two stars and I (obviously) won't be reading the third or fourth or however many of these there are. Maybe I'll give Elantris a try...but not right now.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Mistborn: The Final Empire Review
Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn: The Final Empire does something I've yet to see a novel do: show what would happen if the villain won. A thousand years ago the hero of prophecy set forth to save the world. He failed and now the Lord Ruler reigns as both immortal emperor and god. The descendents of the people who supported him are the nobles and aristocracy, while the descendents of the people who opposed him are known as the skaa and are treated as slaves. Ash rains continuously from the skies blocking out the sky and making the sun appear as a molten red ball. People have never seen green plants or flowers and the ash floods the world by day while the mists come at night.
The novel starts out really strong in the prologue with Kelsier, a man known as the Survivor since he's the only known one of a horror called the Pits of Hathsin where a metal known as atium is mined (more on that later). Kelsier visits a group of plantation skaa at the end of the day after their backbreaking labor is done. Elusive and legendary, Kelsier is both a beacon of hope and a cause for alarm among the skaa since he openly defies the nobility and associating with him could have any skaa beaten and/or killed. The lord of that particular plantation no longer participates in that since Kelsier murders him that very night setting the tone for what's supposedly going to be a vengeance story, but then the gears switch over to the actual main character of the tale.
Vin is a street urchin currently working for a thieving crew headed by a brutal man named Camon who consistently beats her. Vin is around sixteen years old and has been abandoned by everyone she thought she could trust. Her brother Reen, who also beat her, left her long ago, fulfilling his words of "everyone will betray you" by doing so himself. The thieving crew operates in Luthadel, the largest city in the Final Empire and where the Lord Ruler resides, and Vin is useful to Camon for her ability to calm peoples' emotions, which is very useful for when one is trying to scam the nobility. Vin is aware that she has some sort of power that she can't explain, but also knows that it's in limited supply and too quickly runs out. She often spares some to use on Camon to avoid being beaten though this has backfired on her when he realizes she's doing so.
Kelsier comes back into the picture during an attempted job by Camon's crew to secure a canal route and thereby steal from one of the city's noble houses. Kelsier is less than impressed with the way Camon has been treating Vin, ousts him and his crew from their lair and secures it for him and his crew taking Vin into his employ. Kelsier's crew consists of a bunch of various characters including his brother, and the Survivor of Hathsin's big scheme is to do no less than to overthrow the Final Empire and kill the Lord Ruler, which everyone thinks is insane seeing as the Lord Ruler is (supposedly) no less than God, and, well you can't defeat God. Kelsier vehemently disagrees with this belief and hates that everyone has fallen for it even unto the point that By the Lord Ruler is a common exclamation. He thinks the emperor is a very powerful fraud, but a fraud nonetheless. In this the novel shows some Gnostic leanings as that ideology states that the being we believe to be God is actually not and is rather an entity who claimed the title. Whether Sanderson has studied this mode of thought or not I don't know, but you can definitely see its influence in his novel.
Before all of this can happen however, Vin needs to be brought into the realization of what she is. Kelsier kept her in his crew because he recognized she wields the same power he has. She's Mistborn, a person born with the ability to use allomancy or manipulate metals in a method they refer to as burning. When Vin was calming emotions, she was actually burning brass to use a power called Soothing, but there are numerous other abilities a Mistborn has at their disposal. Most people if they can use allomancy can only use one aspect of it and are called Mistings. There are ten known metals, which work as opposed pairs for both physical and mental enhancements, and (we find out later) an eleventh "secret" one, which suggests to me that Sanderson was dabbling a bit in Qabbalistic theory as well. This really solidifies when we find out more information about the Inquisitors (oh boy...), men with spikes hammered through their eye sockets that stick out the back of their heads. Granted this is just the first book so there are probably more than eleven metals, which rips my Qabbalistic theory apart, but it works for this first installment and STILL stands true for the Inquisitors (I refuse to give up on making this my theory of everything!).
Crash course in allomantic metals! There are metals that grant physical and mental enhancements and they're generally paired.
Steel - people who can burn this are called Coinshots and use it to Push on nearby metals. If the object weighs less than they do they'll fly through the air. If it weighs more than they do they'll be pulled toward it. I guess if they weigh the same it'll be a stalemate (random thought).
Iron - this is the opposing metal to steel so Lurchers, as they're called, Pull on nearby metals and it's similar to what Coinshots can accomplish with Steel.
Tin - Tineyes have the ability to enhance all of their senses, which makes them great as lookouts. The disadvantage to this is that they can easily become overwhelmed since the volume is turned up to eleven all the time they're burning their metal.
Pewter - used by Pewterarms or the much simpler term Thugs, this metal allows the user to enhance their physical prowess so Thugs are useful in physical altercations. Pewter is also useful if the user is injured as it gives the ability to carry on in the face of serious wounds or weariness. Of course once the pewter runs out the Thug is faced with the full brunt of what they've endured, and they could potentially die from their wounds. This would also be disastrous if they were carrying something really heavy...
Bronze - Seekers can burn this to find out if anyone is using allomancy in a particular vicinity. I guess the area range is dependent on the strength of the seeker.
Copper - Mistings who can burn copper are called Smokers and they essentially create a smokescreen or (in their vernacular) a Coppercloud (which is their other name) from Seekers. This ability is priceless to thieving crews who want to hide their metal burning from Inquisitors, Mistings or Mistborn.
Zinc - this metal inflames the emotions of people in the vicinity and Mistings who can use it are called Rioters (for obvious reasons).
Brass - this is the one that Vin has been unknowingly using all of her life, and it serves to sooth peoples' emotions so the Mistings that can use it are known as Soothers.
Gold - this one is rare and Vin doesn't find out about it until later in the story (I have some feelings about that, but I'll divulge later). Gold shows what you could've been in the past. It's rarely used since something like this can obviously cause emotional trauma and regret for what could've been.
Atium - ah the big one! Atium is sort of the MacGuffin of the story and a big driving force behind the plot. As gold shows the past atium reveals the future. Burning this extremely precious metal will show a target's future moves so that the burner can easily avoid them. Of course if the other person burns atium, as well, all possibilities will be visible since the original burner will then alter their course of action, which will then alter their opponents course of action and so on and so on. Both people burning atium will bring the fight back to equilibrium, with the only advantage being if one person runs out. Atium is what was being mined in Hathsin from whence Kelsier escaped and his master plan is to find the Lord Ruler's source, which will make him vulnerable. The fact that a "deity" needs a source of power that will show him the future throws another wrench into the idea of his godhood.
The Eleventh Metal - this one doesn't even have a name and is in fact legendary. Kelsier does manage to get his hands on it, but he doesn't know what it does; he only believes it can somehow defeat the Lord Ruler. This may actually be the true MacGuffin of the story.
Alright...enough exposition and introduction of the plot. Let's get to what I liked/didn't like!
Vin is pretty much your average orphan, foundling, urchin, etc. with mystical powers who is going to save the world (shocker). I'm okay with this. She's a fairly interesting character who definitely shows a lot of growth. Her other part in Kelsier's plan (besides training her to use her powers as a mistborn) is to play the part of a young noble women and spy/infiltrate the aristocracy as Valette Renoux the niece of Lord Renoux who's actually an imposter planted by Kelsier. Lord Renoux has been dead for a while (probably killed by Kelsier, but I forget), and she definitely is drawn out of her abused child shell with this task. It's a total 180 from living hand to mouth, subsisting on scraps, and sleeping on the floor to having her own room/bed, dining and dancing with nobles, and not being beaten every day.
Kelsier's crew is made up of various Mistings: Breeze, an aristocratic looking man who serves as their Soother; Ham, their Thug, Kelsier's brother Marsh whose the Seeker; Clubs, the Smoker who owns a carpentry business that's often used as a cover (hehe, double entendre here); Lestibournes later referred to as Spook is the group's weirdly accented Tineye, and Dockson who isn't an allomancer but serves as Kelsier's second in command and hates the nobility as much as the Survivor of Hathisin does. Finally there's Sazed, a Terrisman who acts as steward to Lord Renoux in the plot. He can use Feruchemy a contemporary but opposite ability set to Allomancy where users of the former use metals as holding units for power.
Honestly, I had to use the Mistborn wiki to remember all of these. A lot of the crew is so forgettable and not fleshed out that I seriously had to force myself to remember how they fit into the narrative. Breeze stands out due to his aristocratic speech since he deals with the nobility so much, and Sazed is memorable due to him being a Terrisman, which I'm guessing is another race like elves/dwarves especially owing to Sazed's description. Spook has a soft of weird accent and is (of course) lovestruck with Vin, but Sanderson actually starts explaining certain aspects of some of these characters more than halfway and almost three-quarters of the way through the book! He'll also brought up the term "kandra" in respect to some random noble's servant and I sat there scratching my head wondering what the hell he was talking about. About fifty or so pages later the term is mentioned again in front of Vin and she questions it and I found that to be poor writing. It would've been far better to bring up the term initially in front of a character who could be used as the foil to explain it. My guess is he wanted to introduce it and leave it mysterious, but it came off as sloppy.
I had a tough time remembering what each metal did and what the name of each Misting who controlled said metal was called. There was a lot of flipping back to the glossary at the end of the book to refresh my memory. I feel that Sanderson could've done better with that by working descriptions of each into the narrative when they're mentioned in the beginning. It was disruptive to be constantly checking on what the hell a Coinshot or a Tineye was when I was nearly through the book.
The dialogue in this novel is far too simplistic for what the story is about. Besides Spook and Breeze there didn't seem to be much individualization in how each character speaks. Nothing really sets them apart much in mannerisms either (unless we're told it does..more on that in the next paragraph). The nobility is the same way. I can't count how many times Sanderson mentioned something was said in an aristocratic way instead of just saying it in an aristocratic way. Even the Lord Ruler has this very generic speech pattern. He does call Vin a child, a lot, which I'm guessing is Sanderson's attempt to make him seem condescending. It doesn't really work out all that way to distinguish him, and I felt the same way about the Inquisitors. I almost wanted him to make them have this very distinct speech pattern due to what had been done to them; it would've made them seem far more creepy and other, which I'm assuming he'd want to do. We're more told what a character's personality rather than shows, which leads me into my next point...
Sanderson is a HUGE perpetrator of telling instead of showing. He'll often have a character think something along the lines of He's so strong! in the midst of a fight and then he'll go into showing how this is so where he could've easily dropped the thought bubble. This telling besides showing takes away from some of the more brutal parts of the book as well. There's one scene where Kelsier has the entire crew attend a public execution so that they can be reminded what they're fighting against. He then makes a speech while in between paragraphs Sanderson reminds us that four more skaa have been killed, and that's literally what he says, "Four more people died." It's so amazingly drab and doesn't begin to explain the horror of what they're seeing. We're told throughout the novel that skaa women are consistently raped and then murdered by noble lords so that no halfbreeds are (supposedly) born, but the only time this is really ever seen is in the prologue, which is honestly what drew me into the book in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I don't need to consistently see graphic rape scenes (I've been accused of not going into detail with one of those myself, wtf...), but Sanderson seems to work on a system of narrative where we hear people mentioning it to characters instead of having it shown within the work.
What kept me reading was the idea behind the Lord Ruler being a god usurper. Unentitled apotheosis has always been an interest of mine. The beginning of every chapter had a blurb that appeared to be the hero's story about how he defeated something known as the Deepness (shivers) and THAT definitely interested me. I really wanted to know what this Deepness was and what he had to do to defeat it. I also began to believe that the hero of legend was actually the Lord Ruler, but something had gotten into him and changed him into the emperor/tyrant god that he became. Maybe he didn't defeat the Deepness...maybe the Deepness took over him. This had a bit of a Cthulhu vibe and I'm a sucker for anything Lovecraftian.
I struggled between giving Mistborn: The Final Empire 2 or 3 stars, but I think I can give it 3 due to the fact that I'm interested in reading the next installment. Despite the flaws Sanderson did manage to intrigue me and make me want to know more about this Deepness and what the Lord Ruler was really protecting mankind from even if I do have to take it along with the mostly generic characters, overly verbose dialogue, telling vs. showing, and uninteresting fight scenes. I think despite all of that it was still worth my time in reading it, and if you can get past the foibles I mentioned, it's worth your time, too.
The novel starts out really strong in the prologue with Kelsier, a man known as the Survivor since he's the only known one of a horror called the Pits of Hathsin where a metal known as atium is mined (more on that later). Kelsier visits a group of plantation skaa at the end of the day after their backbreaking labor is done. Elusive and legendary, Kelsier is both a beacon of hope and a cause for alarm among the skaa since he openly defies the nobility and associating with him could have any skaa beaten and/or killed. The lord of that particular plantation no longer participates in that since Kelsier murders him that very night setting the tone for what's supposedly going to be a vengeance story, but then the gears switch over to the actual main character of the tale.
Vin is a street urchin currently working for a thieving crew headed by a brutal man named Camon who consistently beats her. Vin is around sixteen years old and has been abandoned by everyone she thought she could trust. Her brother Reen, who also beat her, left her long ago, fulfilling his words of "everyone will betray you" by doing so himself. The thieving crew operates in Luthadel, the largest city in the Final Empire and where the Lord Ruler resides, and Vin is useful to Camon for her ability to calm peoples' emotions, which is very useful for when one is trying to scam the nobility. Vin is aware that she has some sort of power that she can't explain, but also knows that it's in limited supply and too quickly runs out. She often spares some to use on Camon to avoid being beaten though this has backfired on her when he realizes she's doing so.
Kelsier comes back into the picture during an attempted job by Camon's crew to secure a canal route and thereby steal from one of the city's noble houses. Kelsier is less than impressed with the way Camon has been treating Vin, ousts him and his crew from their lair and secures it for him and his crew taking Vin into his employ. Kelsier's crew consists of a bunch of various characters including his brother, and the Survivor of Hathsin's big scheme is to do no less than to overthrow the Final Empire and kill the Lord Ruler, which everyone thinks is insane seeing as the Lord Ruler is (supposedly) no less than God, and, well you can't defeat God. Kelsier vehemently disagrees with this belief and hates that everyone has fallen for it even unto the point that By the Lord Ruler is a common exclamation. He thinks the emperor is a very powerful fraud, but a fraud nonetheless. In this the novel shows some Gnostic leanings as that ideology states that the being we believe to be God is actually not and is rather an entity who claimed the title. Whether Sanderson has studied this mode of thought or not I don't know, but you can definitely see its influence in his novel.
Before all of this can happen however, Vin needs to be brought into the realization of what she is. Kelsier kept her in his crew because he recognized she wields the same power he has. She's Mistborn, a person born with the ability to use allomancy or manipulate metals in a method they refer to as burning. When Vin was calming emotions, she was actually burning brass to use a power called Soothing, but there are numerous other abilities a Mistborn has at their disposal. Most people if they can use allomancy can only use one aspect of it and are called Mistings. There are ten known metals, which work as opposed pairs for both physical and mental enhancements, and (we find out later) an eleventh "secret" one, which suggests to me that Sanderson was dabbling a bit in Qabbalistic theory as well. This really solidifies when we find out more information about the Inquisitors (oh boy...), men with spikes hammered through their eye sockets that stick out the back of their heads. Granted this is just the first book so there are probably more than eleven metals, which rips my Qabbalistic theory apart, but it works for this first installment and STILL stands true for the Inquisitors (I refuse to give up on making this my theory of everything!).
Crash course in allomantic metals! There are metals that grant physical and mental enhancements and they're generally paired.
Steel - people who can burn this are called Coinshots and use it to Push on nearby metals. If the object weighs less than they do they'll fly through the air. If it weighs more than they do they'll be pulled toward it. I guess if they weigh the same it'll be a stalemate (random thought).
Iron - this is the opposing metal to steel so Lurchers, as they're called, Pull on nearby metals and it's similar to what Coinshots can accomplish with Steel.
Tin - Tineyes have the ability to enhance all of their senses, which makes them great as lookouts. The disadvantage to this is that they can easily become overwhelmed since the volume is turned up to eleven all the time they're burning their metal.
Pewter - used by Pewterarms or the much simpler term Thugs, this metal allows the user to enhance their physical prowess so Thugs are useful in physical altercations. Pewter is also useful if the user is injured as it gives the ability to carry on in the face of serious wounds or weariness. Of course once the pewter runs out the Thug is faced with the full brunt of what they've endured, and they could potentially die from their wounds. This would also be disastrous if they were carrying something really heavy...
Bronze - Seekers can burn this to find out if anyone is using allomancy in a particular vicinity. I guess the area range is dependent on the strength of the seeker.
Copper - Mistings who can burn copper are called Smokers and they essentially create a smokescreen or (in their vernacular) a Coppercloud (which is their other name) from Seekers. This ability is priceless to thieving crews who want to hide their metal burning from Inquisitors, Mistings or Mistborn.
Zinc - this metal inflames the emotions of people in the vicinity and Mistings who can use it are called Rioters (for obvious reasons).
Brass - this is the one that Vin has been unknowingly using all of her life, and it serves to sooth peoples' emotions so the Mistings that can use it are known as Soothers.
Gold - this one is rare and Vin doesn't find out about it until later in the story (I have some feelings about that, but I'll divulge later). Gold shows what you could've been in the past. It's rarely used since something like this can obviously cause emotional trauma and regret for what could've been.
Atium - ah the big one! Atium is sort of the MacGuffin of the story and a big driving force behind the plot. As gold shows the past atium reveals the future. Burning this extremely precious metal will show a target's future moves so that the burner can easily avoid them. Of course if the other person burns atium, as well, all possibilities will be visible since the original burner will then alter their course of action, which will then alter their opponents course of action and so on and so on. Both people burning atium will bring the fight back to equilibrium, with the only advantage being if one person runs out. Atium is what was being mined in Hathsin from whence Kelsier escaped and his master plan is to find the Lord Ruler's source, which will make him vulnerable. The fact that a "deity" needs a source of power that will show him the future throws another wrench into the idea of his godhood.
The Eleventh Metal - this one doesn't even have a name and is in fact legendary. Kelsier does manage to get his hands on it, but he doesn't know what it does; he only believes it can somehow defeat the Lord Ruler. This may actually be the true MacGuffin of the story.
Alright...enough exposition and introduction of the plot. Let's get to what I liked/didn't like!
Vin is pretty much your average orphan, foundling, urchin, etc. with mystical powers who is going to save the world (shocker). I'm okay with this. She's a fairly interesting character who definitely shows a lot of growth. Her other part in Kelsier's plan (besides training her to use her powers as a mistborn) is to play the part of a young noble women and spy/infiltrate the aristocracy as Valette Renoux the niece of Lord Renoux who's actually an imposter planted by Kelsier. Lord Renoux has been dead for a while (probably killed by Kelsier, but I forget), and she definitely is drawn out of her abused child shell with this task. It's a total 180 from living hand to mouth, subsisting on scraps, and sleeping on the floor to having her own room/bed, dining and dancing with nobles, and not being beaten every day.
Kelsier's crew is made up of various Mistings: Breeze, an aristocratic looking man who serves as their Soother; Ham, their Thug, Kelsier's brother Marsh whose the Seeker; Clubs, the Smoker who owns a carpentry business that's often used as a cover (hehe, double entendre here); Lestibournes later referred to as Spook is the group's weirdly accented Tineye, and Dockson who isn't an allomancer but serves as Kelsier's second in command and hates the nobility as much as the Survivor of Hathisin does. Finally there's Sazed, a Terrisman who acts as steward to Lord Renoux in the plot. He can use Feruchemy a contemporary but opposite ability set to Allomancy where users of the former use metals as holding units for power.
Honestly, I had to use the Mistborn wiki to remember all of these. A lot of the crew is so forgettable and not fleshed out that I seriously had to force myself to remember how they fit into the narrative. Breeze stands out due to his aristocratic speech since he deals with the nobility so much, and Sazed is memorable due to him being a Terrisman, which I'm guessing is another race like elves/dwarves especially owing to Sazed's description. Spook has a soft of weird accent and is (of course) lovestruck with Vin, but Sanderson actually starts explaining certain aspects of some of these characters more than halfway and almost three-quarters of the way through the book! He'll also brought up the term "kandra" in respect to some random noble's servant and I sat there scratching my head wondering what the hell he was talking about. About fifty or so pages later the term is mentioned again in front of Vin and she questions it and I found that to be poor writing. It would've been far better to bring up the term initially in front of a character who could be used as the foil to explain it. My guess is he wanted to introduce it and leave it mysterious, but it came off as sloppy.
I had a tough time remembering what each metal did and what the name of each Misting who controlled said metal was called. There was a lot of flipping back to the glossary at the end of the book to refresh my memory. I feel that Sanderson could've done better with that by working descriptions of each into the narrative when they're mentioned in the beginning. It was disruptive to be constantly checking on what the hell a Coinshot or a Tineye was when I was nearly through the book.
The dialogue in this novel is far too simplistic for what the story is about. Besides Spook and Breeze there didn't seem to be much individualization in how each character speaks. Nothing really sets them apart much in mannerisms either (unless we're told it does..more on that in the next paragraph). The nobility is the same way. I can't count how many times Sanderson mentioned something was said in an aristocratic way instead of just saying it in an aristocratic way. Even the Lord Ruler has this very generic speech pattern. He does call Vin a child, a lot, which I'm guessing is Sanderson's attempt to make him seem condescending. It doesn't really work out all that way to distinguish him, and I felt the same way about the Inquisitors. I almost wanted him to make them have this very distinct speech pattern due to what had been done to them; it would've made them seem far more creepy and other, which I'm assuming he'd want to do. We're more told what a character's personality rather than shows, which leads me into my next point...
Sanderson is a HUGE perpetrator of telling instead of showing. He'll often have a character think something along the lines of He's so strong! in the midst of a fight and then he'll go into showing how this is so where he could've easily dropped the thought bubble. This telling besides showing takes away from some of the more brutal parts of the book as well. There's one scene where Kelsier has the entire crew attend a public execution so that they can be reminded what they're fighting against. He then makes a speech while in between paragraphs Sanderson reminds us that four more skaa have been killed, and that's literally what he says, "Four more people died." It's so amazingly drab and doesn't begin to explain the horror of what they're seeing. We're told throughout the novel that skaa women are consistently raped and then murdered by noble lords so that no halfbreeds are (supposedly) born, but the only time this is really ever seen is in the prologue, which is honestly what drew me into the book in the first place. Don't get me wrong, I don't need to consistently see graphic rape scenes (I've been accused of not going into detail with one of those myself, wtf...), but Sanderson seems to work on a system of narrative where we hear people mentioning it to characters instead of having it shown within the work.
What kept me reading was the idea behind the Lord Ruler being a god usurper. Unentitled apotheosis has always been an interest of mine. The beginning of every chapter had a blurb that appeared to be the hero's story about how he defeated something known as the Deepness (shivers) and THAT definitely interested me. I really wanted to know what this Deepness was and what he had to do to defeat it. I also began to believe that the hero of legend was actually the Lord Ruler, but something had gotten into him and changed him into the emperor/tyrant god that he became. Maybe he didn't defeat the Deepness...maybe the Deepness took over him. This had a bit of a Cthulhu vibe and I'm a sucker for anything Lovecraftian.
I struggled between giving Mistborn: The Final Empire 2 or 3 stars, but I think I can give it 3 due to the fact that I'm interested in reading the next installment. Despite the flaws Sanderson did manage to intrigue me and make me want to know more about this Deepness and what the Lord Ruler was really protecting mankind from even if I do have to take it along with the mostly generic characters, overly verbose dialogue, telling vs. showing, and uninteresting fight scenes. I think despite all of that it was still worth my time in reading it, and if you can get past the foibles I mentioned, it's worth your time, too.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
The Fault in Our Stars
The best stories are about memory,
I read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green in two settings but in the same place. On an airplane thousands of feet in the air sitting above one of the wings and wondering how fast angels can fly. In most of my reviews I spoil the story. I will not be (entirely) doing that this time, nor will I do so unless I deem the tale unworthy of your time and I wish to spare you the trouble since I was not so fortunate.
The Fault in Our Stars is quite possibly the best standalone novel I have ever read and is certainly the best book I've had the privilege to experience this year. I place it in the very prestigious position as my second favorite story and favorite non-fantasy novel, The title comes from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and it sets the perfect tone for this story written in the first person by Hazel, a sixteen year old girl in the regressive stage of lung cancer who nevertheless is required to cart around an oxygen tank because (as she so perfectly puts it ) her "lungs suck at being lungs." Her mother forces her to go to a cancer patient/survivor group where she proceeds to exercise her considerable teenage snark and wit along with her friend Isaac who is suffering from a type of cancer that required the removal of an eye.
One day Hazel catches the attention of a boy named Augustus and their romance is as breathtaking and expedient as it is completely genuine and uncontrived. Augustus has recovered from bone cancer that left him with a prosthetic leg, but did nothing to diminish his attractiveness. She can scarcely believe he's as perfect as he projects and indeed feels as though she's found his hamartia or fatal flaw when he puts a cigarette in his mouth. Hazel is of course livid that anyone who survived cancer would willingly place themselves into its way again, but Augustus never lights them using the act as a metaphor of having "the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
Both of them together have enough wit and snark to drown the world in metaphors and sarcasm with just the barest dash of bitterness for their plight. Hazel whom Augustus calls "Hazel Grace" for most of the novel feels incredibly guilty that she's allowed Augustus to fall for her as she and her family expect her cancer to return full force at any moment, and yet their relationship parallels the ever moving train of her mortality. So much so that Hazel shares with him that her favorite book is a story by the reclusive author Peter Van Houten called An Imperial Affliction, and I understood immediately that she loved this novel the way that I love FFVII.
"My favorite book, by a wide margin, was An Imperial Affliction, but I didn't like to tell people about it. Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising that affections feels like a betrayal."
Van Houten's work is very meta to the larger story at hand being about a girl named Anna who suffers from cancer and her one-eyed mother who grows tulips. But Hazel makes it very clear that this is NOT a cancer book in the same way that The Fault in Our Stars is not a cancer book. Anna grows progressively sicker and her mother falls in love with a Dutch Tulip Man who has a great deal of money and exotic ideas about how to treat Anna's cancer, but just when the DTM and Anna's mom are about to possibly get married and Anna is about to start a new treatment, the book ends right in the middle of a
Exactly. And this drives Hazel and eventually Augustus insane to not know what happened to everyone from Anna's hamster Sisyphus to Anna herself. Hazel assumes that Anna became too sick to continue to write (the assumption being that Anna's story was first person just as Hazel's is), but for Van Houten to not have finished it seems like the ultimate literary betrayal.
As terrified as Hazel was to share this joy with Augustus (and god knows I understand THAT feel) it was the best thing she could've done because they now share the obsession and the insistence that the characters deserve an ending,
The conversations of Hazel and Augustus are not typical teenage conversations, but they're not typical teenagers. Mortality flavors all of their discussions and leads to elegance such as "The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself. And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us." They speak of memory and calculate how there are fourteen dead people for everyone alive and realize that remembering fourteen people isn't that difficult. We could all do that if we tried that way no one has to be forgotten. But will we then fight over who we are allowed to remember? Or will the fourteen just be added to those we can never forget? They read each other the poetry of T.S Eliot, the haunting lines of Prufrock "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/Til human voices wake us, and we drown"," and as Augustus reads Hazel her favorite book she "fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."
When I finished this I thought to myself How am I going to read anything else? How will I find something to match this? How can I pick up another book and not expect it to resonate with this haunting beauty, this tragedy ringed with comic teenage snark and tones that are themselves tragic in their sarcasm like whistling in the ninth circle of hell or laughing uproariously at the monster? I realized I was lost. I could think of no negative critique unless you count the fact that the two main characters have Dawson's Creek Syndrome (a term I just made up) where they're teenagers who speak as if they were philosophers, but then again Bill Watterson did the same thing with a boy and a stuff tiger. You realize the story's hamartia doesn't matter. That the fact that the plot may be cliched is unimportant and that dwelling on such trivialities is in and of itself a fatal flaw. This story is so much more than the letters and words on each page. It's the triumph of morning over night when the night grows ever longer. It's the dream of hope when you've done nothing but dine on despair. It is sad? Yes. It is heartbreaking? More so. Is it worth reading? Has anything sad and heartbreaking not been worth reading? The story of Hazel and Augusts deserves to be read just as the story of Anna, her mother, and dear hamster Sisyphus deserves an ending, and that becomes their exploit to seek out reclusive Peter Van Houten so that the characters can be properly laid to rest and remembered.
The best stories are about memory.
I read The Fault in Our Stars by John Green in two settings but in the same place. On an airplane thousands of feet in the air sitting above one of the wings and wondering how fast angels can fly. In most of my reviews I spoil the story. I will not be (entirely) doing that this time, nor will I do so unless I deem the tale unworthy of your time and I wish to spare you the trouble since I was not so fortunate.
The Fault in Our Stars is quite possibly the best standalone novel I have ever read and is certainly the best book I've had the privilege to experience this year. I place it in the very prestigious position as my second favorite story and favorite non-fantasy novel, The title comes from Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, and it sets the perfect tone for this story written in the first person by Hazel, a sixteen year old girl in the regressive stage of lung cancer who nevertheless is required to cart around an oxygen tank because (as she so perfectly puts it ) her "lungs suck at being lungs." Her mother forces her to go to a cancer patient/survivor group where she proceeds to exercise her considerable teenage snark and wit along with her friend Isaac who is suffering from a type of cancer that required the removal of an eye.
One day Hazel catches the attention of a boy named Augustus and their romance is as breathtaking and expedient as it is completely genuine and uncontrived. Augustus has recovered from bone cancer that left him with a prosthetic leg, but did nothing to diminish his attractiveness. She can scarcely believe he's as perfect as he projects and indeed feels as though she's found his hamartia or fatal flaw when he puts a cigarette in his mouth. Hazel is of course livid that anyone who survived cancer would willingly place themselves into its way again, but Augustus never lights them using the act as a metaphor of having "the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
Both of them together have enough wit and snark to drown the world in metaphors and sarcasm with just the barest dash of bitterness for their plight. Hazel whom Augustus calls "Hazel Grace" for most of the novel feels incredibly guilty that she's allowed Augustus to fall for her as she and her family expect her cancer to return full force at any moment, and yet their relationship parallels the ever moving train of her mortality. So much so that Hazel shares with him that her favorite book is a story by the reclusive author Peter Van Houten called An Imperial Affliction, and I understood immediately that she loved this novel the way that I love FFVII.
"My favorite book, by a wide margin, was An Imperial Affliction, but I didn't like to tell people about it. Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can't tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising that affections feels like a betrayal."
Van Houten's work is very meta to the larger story at hand being about a girl named Anna who suffers from cancer and her one-eyed mother who grows tulips. But Hazel makes it very clear that this is NOT a cancer book in the same way that The Fault in Our Stars is not a cancer book. Anna grows progressively sicker and her mother falls in love with a Dutch Tulip Man who has a great deal of money and exotic ideas about how to treat Anna's cancer, but just when the DTM and Anna's mom are about to possibly get married and Anna is about to start a new treatment, the book ends right in the middle of a
Exactly. And this drives Hazel and eventually Augustus insane to not know what happened to everyone from Anna's hamster Sisyphus to Anna herself. Hazel assumes that Anna became too sick to continue to write (the assumption being that Anna's story was first person just as Hazel's is), but for Van Houten to not have finished it seems like the ultimate literary betrayal.
As terrified as Hazel was to share this joy with Augustus (and god knows I understand THAT feel) it was the best thing she could've done because they now share the obsession and the insistence that the characters deserve an ending,
The conversations of Hazel and Augustus are not typical teenage conversations, but they're not typical teenagers. Mortality flavors all of their discussions and leads to elegance such as "The tales of our exploits will survive as long as the human voice itself. And even after that, when the robots recall the human absurdities of sacrifice and compassion, they will remember us." They speak of memory and calculate how there are fourteen dead people for everyone alive and realize that remembering fourteen people isn't that difficult. We could all do that if we tried that way no one has to be forgotten. But will we then fight over who we are allowed to remember? Or will the fourteen just be added to those we can never forget? They read each other the poetry of T.S Eliot, the haunting lines of Prufrock "We have lingered in the chambers of the sea/By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown/Til human voices wake us, and we drown"," and as Augustus reads Hazel her favorite book she "fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once."
When I finished this I thought to myself How am I going to read anything else? How will I find something to match this? How can I pick up another book and not expect it to resonate with this haunting beauty, this tragedy ringed with comic teenage snark and tones that are themselves tragic in their sarcasm like whistling in the ninth circle of hell or laughing uproariously at the monster? I realized I was lost. I could think of no negative critique unless you count the fact that the two main characters have Dawson's Creek Syndrome (a term I just made up) where they're teenagers who speak as if they were philosophers, but then again Bill Watterson did the same thing with a boy and a stuff tiger. You realize the story's hamartia doesn't matter. That the fact that the plot may be cliched is unimportant and that dwelling on such trivialities is in and of itself a fatal flaw. This story is so much more than the letters and words on each page. It's the triumph of morning over night when the night grows ever longer. It's the dream of hope when you've done nothing but dine on despair. It is sad? Yes. It is heartbreaking? More so. Is it worth reading? Has anything sad and heartbreaking not been worth reading? The story of Hazel and Augusts deserves to be read just as the story of Anna, her mother, and dear hamster Sisyphus deserves an ending, and that becomes their exploit to seek out reclusive Peter Van Houten so that the characters can be properly laid to rest and remembered.
The best stories are about memory.
Saturday, March 23, 2013
The Devil's Alphabet
A few years ago I was in the Chester County Book and Music Store (which I sadly believe is now defunct going the way of many brick and mortar bookstores) just browsing/wandering as I often do in such places. Bookstores have fantastic energies that feed my writerly soul so if I'm feeling drained or listless I'll often venture there to recharge. It's free energy. In that particular venture I thought a key line of dialogue near the end of my story and I also ended up picking up a book by a hitherto unknown author by the name of Daryl Gregory called The Devil's Alphabet. Pretty much any title having to do with angels, demons, devils, or gods will catch my attention and deserve at least a quick glance. Most of the time they're usually metaphors, which I am also fine with, and sometimes I get really lucky and I find a story that's actually about such religious figures. This book fell into the former category, but the blurb piqued my interest enough and I was in no hurry so I was able to read a few pages of the first chapter. It was interesting, but I was either contemplating my current funds or already had too much to read/edit on my plate and I choose to abstain from purchases the paperback that day. I thought about that book a LOT in the time between then and now, enough where I sort of regretted not buying it. So when I signed up for Goodreads, I put it on my list of books to look for so I wouldn't forget and just a few days ago I downloaded for my Kindle so I could finally find out how the story unfolded. I finished it in two days.
The Devil's Alphabet takes place in a backwater Tennessee town called Switchcreek where something both disastrous and extraordinary has occurred. What was thought to be a disease swept through the rural town. A condition called Transcription Divergent Syndrome (TDS) and it either killed, changed, or passed over the occupants, and when I say change I mean CHANGE. The first wave left argos, giant 11-12 foot tall people with white/grey skin regardless of what your race or coloring had been before; the second produced betas, hairless, dark red skinned people who resemble seals; and the final changed people into grotesquely obese charlies (though nowadays I'm pretty sure I've seen people larger than what Gregory was going for with his charlies).
The main character Paxton Martin is what they call a "skip," one of the few that both survived and remained unchanged. He left the town 13 or 14 years ago after the changes happened and the quarantine was finally lifted, fleeing to Chicago to escape the legacy of a dead mother and charlie turned preacher father. The story opens with him returning to attend the funeral of his once best friend Jo Lynn Whitehall who turned beta, had twin girls, and purportedly committed suicide. Only expecting to remain through the funeral and aftermath before returning to Chicago and his pretty crappy life as a restaurant server, Pax is pulled into the mystery and intrigue of the town where the "clades" as they call them have in many ways segregated themselves, but still coexist and are held together by Aunt Rhonda, a charlie woman and self-proclaimed mayor.
The clades are as different from each other as they are from the rest of humanity, because TDS essentially rewrote their genetic code and DNA structuring. Argos, betas, and charlies are not technically human, and there is some speculation about the condition being an invader from an alternative universe. Betas can become spontaneously pregnant and always produce girls, often two. This is both a relief and despair to Pax when he realizes that neither he nor Deke are the father of Jo's twin girls, since the three of them had a very strange/interesting sexual relationship after the changes. Argos for the most part appear to be sterile, which is discovered with Deke and Donna, his argo wife, who are going through expensive fertility treatments in order to prove this isn't so. As for charlies, once the men of that clade reach a certain age they start producing what's known as "vintage," a secretion from their skins that is high demand from younger charlie males since it makes women sexually attracted to them, but it also makes Pax insanely empathetic and addicted to the substance. That...was definitely one of the weirder almost incestuous parts of the story where the reverend's son is essentially getting high off of his bodily secretions. Kinda gross. And through all of this is Rhonda who has a home for the older charlie men where she collects the vintage.
The running plot of the story is Pax trying to figure out what really happened to Jo. Whether or not she actually committed suicide or if she actually murdered. He's able to find her laptop, but it's password locked, and a good portion of the book is spent with her twin daughters trying to figure out a way into it. Honestly, Pax really sucked a s main character. He spent most of his time being strung out or getting beaten up by the huge younger charlie males for trying to sneak his dad out of Rhonda's home. The vintage made him very empathetic, but it was hard to empathize with him. He was also not very intelligent, which I hate in main characters. Jo, who spends the entire of the story dead, is much more interesting.
What I did like is all of the issues this novel brings up. Because betas become pregnant asexually, there was a huge question of pro-choice vs. pro-life. This was ultimately what lead to Jo Lynn's demise. She was kicked out of the beta co-op for having an abortion and then getting a hysterectomy. There was a faction within there of girls wearing white scarves on their heads who believed themselves to be "purer" betas since they went through the change before puberty, had never had sex with a man, and where therefore having virgin births. Jo's daughters were the first of the second generation betas who look "more beta" than humans changed to beta, as if the invading cells grow stronger in later generations. They were revered because of this, but also hated because of what their mother did. I felt this was a huge statement because to betas, an abortion was the worst possible thing anyone could do. It was as if their bodies were wired to produce children and nothing else and they wholeheartedly believed this like a cult. The issue of drug use and abuse was brought up, but I feel more glossed over whereas the whole abortion thing was very heavily drilled. Paxton is little more than a junkie who almost gets abducted himself in a plot to kidnap his father (who produces the best vintage) by a couple of younger charlie males who are annoyed that Rhonda is reaping all of the profits from this.
I really wish the novel had come to some resolution as to what really did cause the changes, deaths, or lack thereof in the people of Switchcreek. It felt like Gregory was building up to it. Each chapter/section was written in such a way to keep you reading more and more because you were waiting for that big reveal, but the novel falls flat in this. We never find out WHAT caused TDS or why certain people changed, why certain people didn't, why certain people died. If the answer was supposed to remain obscure, I feel that the author could've done a better job of keeping it that way. Don't introduce all of these ideas and then leave them to blow away in the wind. It feels like he presented a ton of ideas to get your mind racing, but then left you in top gear with nowhere to go. I would've even been satisfied with a rumor or a clue of resolution. Nothing big or conclusive. Many scientific mystery novels do such a thing. Throw something in that is possibly the answer, but that's never confirmed. I don't think Gregory wanted to commit to anything, but when you have such a marked change in human physiology and biology, you need to. I was more than willing to accept the parallel universe idea; that honestly was fascinating. I think that would've worked very well for this story. Cells from one universe competing with the others for survival taking the ultimate change/sacrifice and throwing themselves into another universe our universe and taking over human bodies. This novel could've drawn on an almost Cthulhu like mythos, while still keeping its steady, southern slow tempo. That would've been amazing to see such a thing from that lens of view.
I'd say 3 stars for this one for the ability to hold my attention for the length. I'm not entirely disappointed because as I mentioned above the pro-life/pro-choice issue was very well done (though I definitely see preference for one side), but the main angle of the novel was never resolved.
The Devil's Alphabet takes place in a backwater Tennessee town called Switchcreek where something both disastrous and extraordinary has occurred. What was thought to be a disease swept through the rural town. A condition called Transcription Divergent Syndrome (TDS) and it either killed, changed, or passed over the occupants, and when I say change I mean CHANGE. The first wave left argos, giant 11-12 foot tall people with white/grey skin regardless of what your race or coloring had been before; the second produced betas, hairless, dark red skinned people who resemble seals; and the final changed people into grotesquely obese charlies (though nowadays I'm pretty sure I've seen people larger than what Gregory was going for with his charlies).
The main character Paxton Martin is what they call a "skip," one of the few that both survived and remained unchanged. He left the town 13 or 14 years ago after the changes happened and the quarantine was finally lifted, fleeing to Chicago to escape the legacy of a dead mother and charlie turned preacher father. The story opens with him returning to attend the funeral of his once best friend Jo Lynn Whitehall who turned beta, had twin girls, and purportedly committed suicide. Only expecting to remain through the funeral and aftermath before returning to Chicago and his pretty crappy life as a restaurant server, Pax is pulled into the mystery and intrigue of the town where the "clades" as they call them have in many ways segregated themselves, but still coexist and are held together by Aunt Rhonda, a charlie woman and self-proclaimed mayor.
The clades are as different from each other as they are from the rest of humanity, because TDS essentially rewrote their genetic code and DNA structuring. Argos, betas, and charlies are not technically human, and there is some speculation about the condition being an invader from an alternative universe. Betas can become spontaneously pregnant and always produce girls, often two. This is both a relief and despair to Pax when he realizes that neither he nor Deke are the father of Jo's twin girls, since the three of them had a very strange/interesting sexual relationship after the changes. Argos for the most part appear to be sterile, which is discovered with Deke and Donna, his argo wife, who are going through expensive fertility treatments in order to prove this isn't so. As for charlies, once the men of that clade reach a certain age they start producing what's known as "vintage," a secretion from their skins that is high demand from younger charlie males since it makes women sexually attracted to them, but it also makes Pax insanely empathetic and addicted to the substance. That...was definitely one of the weirder almost incestuous parts of the story where the reverend's son is essentially getting high off of his bodily secretions. Kinda gross. And through all of this is Rhonda who has a home for the older charlie men where she collects the vintage.
The running plot of the story is Pax trying to figure out what really happened to Jo. Whether or not she actually committed suicide or if she actually murdered. He's able to find her laptop, but it's password locked, and a good portion of the book is spent with her twin daughters trying to figure out a way into it. Honestly, Pax really sucked a s main character. He spent most of his time being strung out or getting beaten up by the huge younger charlie males for trying to sneak his dad out of Rhonda's home. The vintage made him very empathetic, but it was hard to empathize with him. He was also not very intelligent, which I hate in main characters. Jo, who spends the entire of the story dead, is much more interesting.
What I did like is all of the issues this novel brings up. Because betas become pregnant asexually, there was a huge question of pro-choice vs. pro-life. This was ultimately what lead to Jo Lynn's demise. She was kicked out of the beta co-op for having an abortion and then getting a hysterectomy. There was a faction within there of girls wearing white scarves on their heads who believed themselves to be "purer" betas since they went through the change before puberty, had never had sex with a man, and where therefore having virgin births. Jo's daughters were the first of the second generation betas who look "more beta" than humans changed to beta, as if the invading cells grow stronger in later generations. They were revered because of this, but also hated because of what their mother did. I felt this was a huge statement because to betas, an abortion was the worst possible thing anyone could do. It was as if their bodies were wired to produce children and nothing else and they wholeheartedly believed this like a cult. The issue of drug use and abuse was brought up, but I feel more glossed over whereas the whole abortion thing was very heavily drilled. Paxton is little more than a junkie who almost gets abducted himself in a plot to kidnap his father (who produces the best vintage) by a couple of younger charlie males who are annoyed that Rhonda is reaping all of the profits from this.
I really wish the novel had come to some resolution as to what really did cause the changes, deaths, or lack thereof in the people of Switchcreek. It felt like Gregory was building up to it. Each chapter/section was written in such a way to keep you reading more and more because you were waiting for that big reveal, but the novel falls flat in this. We never find out WHAT caused TDS or why certain people changed, why certain people didn't, why certain people died. If the answer was supposed to remain obscure, I feel that the author could've done a better job of keeping it that way. Don't introduce all of these ideas and then leave them to blow away in the wind. It feels like he presented a ton of ideas to get your mind racing, but then left you in top gear with nowhere to go. I would've even been satisfied with a rumor or a clue of resolution. Nothing big or conclusive. Many scientific mystery novels do such a thing. Throw something in that is possibly the answer, but that's never confirmed. I don't think Gregory wanted to commit to anything, but when you have such a marked change in human physiology and biology, you need to. I was more than willing to accept the parallel universe idea; that honestly was fascinating. I think that would've worked very well for this story. Cells from one universe competing with the others for survival taking the ultimate change/sacrifice and throwing themselves into another universe our universe and taking over human bodies. This novel could've drawn on an almost Cthulhu like mythos, while still keeping its steady, southern slow tempo. That would've been amazing to see such a thing from that lens of view.
I'd say 3 stars for this one for the ability to hold my attention for the length. I'm not entirely disappointed because as I mentioned above the pro-life/pro-choice issue was very well done (though I definitely see preference for one side), but the main angle of the novel was never resolved.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Stardust
There are some words that will ever haunt you.
"They say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the cold peak winds. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
I picked up Neil Gaiman's American Gods years ago, because I heard nothing but wonderful things about him as an author. Could not get into it. His writing was too rough around the edges for the girls who loves all things lyrical and flowing. I ran headlong into the same conundrum when I looked through Neverwhere so I wrote off Gaiman as one of those authors that other people loved and cherished, but that I would never really like. Obviously, he is very brilliant and successful (hell he's co-written a few Doctor Who episodes), but there was just a stylistic discrepancy that I couldn't reconciled, kind of how I'm viewing Cassandra Clare.
Stardust is different. Here was that magical, flowing, fairytale language that I crave with a few harsh patches to keep things interesting. It follows the adventures of young Tristran (for the first half the tale, I thought it was Tristan, which is waaaay easier to pronounce) Thorn in his quest through the land of Faerie to find a fallen star in order to fulfill a promise made to the lovely Victoria Forester whom Tristran (along with every other young man in the village of Wall) is enamored of. Victoria promises to give Tristan his heart's desire if he brings this back to her, but when she says it, she's only indulging the fantasies of silly shop boy, never dreaming that he would seriously seek to complete such a quest. The village of Wall sits on the edge of the Faerie world and once every nine years a magical market takes place in the meadow just beyond. The story begins prior to Tristran being born and actually *spoiler alert* ends after his death, which I found very clever, because it showed that while he is a major player in the turnings of the world, he was not the end all and be all of the world itself. While Tristran is out on his quest to find this star for love, a witch-queen is also seeking it for the burning heart of a star will bestow eternal youth on her and her sisters, and along side of this there is also a family blood fuel occurring involving three once seven brothers for the right of succession to the mountainous Stormhold.
The star, Tristran discovers, is not a lump of cold, lifeless metal as he had thought to find, but a beautiful girl with a blue dress, white blonde hair, and a broken leg from where she'd fallen out of the sky. He binds her with a silver chain made out of materials meant to hold magical/mystical things, and she, of course, hates him for this, but as the journey continues they both change. By the time they return to Wall after thwarting the witch-queen and resolving the issue of the succession, Tristran realizes that his heart's desire was found in the quest itself, and Vicky Forester was actually betrothed to another prior to their conversation about the star, hence her indulgence of his fantasies.
That bugged me to no end and I was hoping the tale would end as it did, because frankly I thought Victoria Forester was a vindictive twit, and that Tristran could do much better. I was also bothered by the fact that he was willing to drag this poor star along with him with her broken leg in order to fulfill a promise to a woman who clearly was playing him for a fool. It made me think less of the character, but ingeniously, this was Gaiman's intent. The hope that he would turn things around kept me reading, and I'm very happy I was not disappointed. The language and world building in this story are phenomenal. As I said it's fairytale with rough edges, but polishing such would ruin the effect. You are left with the idea that much more could be said about the world of Faerie where Tristran dares to venture. Gaiman also incorporates common myths and legends into his world to give you a sense of familiarity. Things such as the battle between the lion and the unicorn along with the hidden loopholes and obligations in all magical things. I really can find no fault with this story, and I believe I will be reading his Coraline next.
Four and half stars and now I need to watch the movie.
"They say that each night, when the duties of state permit, she climbs on foot, and limps, alone, to the highest peak of the palace, where she stands for hour after hour, seeming not to notice the cold peak winds. She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
I picked up Neil Gaiman's American Gods years ago, because I heard nothing but wonderful things about him as an author. Could not get into it. His writing was too rough around the edges for the girls who loves all things lyrical and flowing. I ran headlong into the same conundrum when I looked through Neverwhere so I wrote off Gaiman as one of those authors that other people loved and cherished, but that I would never really like. Obviously, he is very brilliant and successful (hell he's co-written a few Doctor Who episodes), but there was just a stylistic discrepancy that I couldn't reconciled, kind of how I'm viewing Cassandra Clare.
Stardust is different. Here was that magical, flowing, fairytale language that I crave with a few harsh patches to keep things interesting. It follows the adventures of young Tristran (for the first half the tale, I thought it was Tristan, which is waaaay easier to pronounce) Thorn in his quest through the land of Faerie to find a fallen star in order to fulfill a promise made to the lovely Victoria Forester whom Tristran (along with every other young man in the village of Wall) is enamored of. Victoria promises to give Tristan his heart's desire if he brings this back to her, but when she says it, she's only indulging the fantasies of silly shop boy, never dreaming that he would seriously seek to complete such a quest. The village of Wall sits on the edge of the Faerie world and once every nine years a magical market takes place in the meadow just beyond. The story begins prior to Tristran being born and actually *spoiler alert* ends after his death, which I found very clever, because it showed that while he is a major player in the turnings of the world, he was not the end all and be all of the world itself. While Tristran is out on his quest to find this star for love, a witch-queen is also seeking it for the burning heart of a star will bestow eternal youth on her and her sisters, and along side of this there is also a family blood fuel occurring involving three once seven brothers for the right of succession to the mountainous Stormhold.
The star, Tristran discovers, is not a lump of cold, lifeless metal as he had thought to find, but a beautiful girl with a blue dress, white blonde hair, and a broken leg from where she'd fallen out of the sky. He binds her with a silver chain made out of materials meant to hold magical/mystical things, and she, of course, hates him for this, but as the journey continues they both change. By the time they return to Wall after thwarting the witch-queen and resolving the issue of the succession, Tristran realizes that his heart's desire was found in the quest itself, and Vicky Forester was actually betrothed to another prior to their conversation about the star, hence her indulgence of his fantasies.
That bugged me to no end and I was hoping the tale would end as it did, because frankly I thought Victoria Forester was a vindictive twit, and that Tristran could do much better. I was also bothered by the fact that he was willing to drag this poor star along with him with her broken leg in order to fulfill a promise to a woman who clearly was playing him for a fool. It made me think less of the character, but ingeniously, this was Gaiman's intent. The hope that he would turn things around kept me reading, and I'm very happy I was not disappointed. The language and world building in this story are phenomenal. As I said it's fairytale with rough edges, but polishing such would ruin the effect. You are left with the idea that much more could be said about the world of Faerie where Tristran dares to venture. Gaiman also incorporates common myths and legends into his world to give you a sense of familiarity. Things such as the battle between the lion and the unicorn along with the hidden loopholes and obligations in all magical things. I really can find no fault with this story, and I believe I will be reading his Coraline next.
Four and half stars and now I need to watch the movie.
Wednesday, January 16, 2013
Storm Front (Dresden 1)
Finally finally after much friend recommendations and hullabaloo I started reading Jim Butcher's Dresden Files series, and I absolutely love the first book Storm Front. Harry Dresden is a modern day wizard who plays detective in this well written urban fantasy. He's been a bit down on his luck and late on the rent when he gets a phone call from a mysterious "Monica," who asks him to find out what her husband has been up to. Not his typical work, but he could use the money, and one of Harry's weaknesses it not being able to avoid damsels in distress. He agrees to meet with this Monica lady, but before that appointment he gets another more urgent call from Karrin Murphy of the Chicago police about two dead bodies that she needs him to look at asap. Harry also works as a consultant for the Chicago PD. It pays the bills and gets him out of the office.
Thus starts absolute insanity. You're reading and thinking, Okay, he's going to go take a look at these bodies and get back in time to meet with this Monica chick, but then he gets kinda kidnapped by the mob on the way back to his office, what WHAT?! THAT'S THE ENTIRE NOVEL! Stuff just keeps happening to him. Like how he had a date with one woman forgets about a date with another who shows up at his door right before they get attacked by a toad demon and he accidentally gives her a love potion that he HAD to make to get Bob the Skull to cooperate. They wind up in a magic circle to ward of the demon and did I mention that Harry is naked because he was in the shower when his date came calling? Yeah, that's what it is. I heard friends describe Dresden using the phrase "It's like Harry riding a dinosaur down the streets of Chicago." This is the absolute best description. The plotting is so twisty, cohesive, and well done (Butcher is a Scorpio, the kings of super secrecy). His snarkiness is appropriate and amusing, and some of the descriptions and metaphors are downright beautiful. They come as surprising in this often very gritty world that still has room for pizza craving fairies.
Basically, Harry gets involved trying to nab a serial killer who's using magic to literally rip peoples' hearts right out of their bodies, bolstering their magic by using the power of storms, and the chase becomes more desperate when he's next on the list. The B plot is what's going on with Monica and her husband, and Butcher is a genius at twining these two together. Our resident wizard detective is also trying to keep out of the fire himself since the White Council of wizards is looking for any excuse to execute him. Harry was forced to kill his magic mentor who turned evil, and since killing with magic is a big no no even for self-defense, they decide to put him on wizard probation.
Many times I felt as though I'd been plunked down in the midst of this world, but I wasn't unhappy about it. There's so much on the outer edges that you're just hoping you'll find out about as the novels progress. I actually wondered and double checked that I was reading the first book in the series. I was and I intend to read the next and the next until I'm caught up. Looking back I'm surprised I didn't see a major plot point all along, but that is the mark of a good writer: being able to throw all the clues out there, but still managing to surprise the reader in the end.
4 stars.
Thus starts absolute insanity. You're reading and thinking, Okay, he's going to go take a look at these bodies and get back in time to meet with this Monica chick, but then he gets kinda kidnapped by the mob on the way back to his office, what WHAT?! THAT'S THE ENTIRE NOVEL! Stuff just keeps happening to him. Like how he had a date with one woman forgets about a date with another who shows up at his door right before they get attacked by a toad demon and he accidentally gives her a love potion that he HAD to make to get Bob the Skull to cooperate. They wind up in a magic circle to ward of the demon and did I mention that Harry is naked because he was in the shower when his date came calling? Yeah, that's what it is. I heard friends describe Dresden using the phrase "It's like Harry riding a dinosaur down the streets of Chicago." This is the absolute best description. The plotting is so twisty, cohesive, and well done (Butcher is a Scorpio, the kings of super secrecy). His snarkiness is appropriate and amusing, and some of the descriptions and metaphors are downright beautiful. They come as surprising in this often very gritty world that still has room for pizza craving fairies.
Basically, Harry gets involved trying to nab a serial killer who's using magic to literally rip peoples' hearts right out of their bodies, bolstering their magic by using the power of storms, and the chase becomes more desperate when he's next on the list. The B plot is what's going on with Monica and her husband, and Butcher is a genius at twining these two together. Our resident wizard detective is also trying to keep out of the fire himself since the White Council of wizards is looking for any excuse to execute him. Harry was forced to kill his magic mentor who turned evil, and since killing with magic is a big no no even for self-defense, they decide to put him on wizard probation.
Many times I felt as though I'd been plunked down in the midst of this world, but I wasn't unhappy about it. There's so much on the outer edges that you're just hoping you'll find out about as the novels progress. I actually wondered and double checked that I was reading the first book in the series. I was and I intend to read the next and the next until I'm caught up. Looking back I'm surprised I didn't see a major plot point all along, but that is the mark of a good writer: being able to throw all the clues out there, but still managing to surprise the reader in the end.
4 stars.
Monday, December 17, 2012
The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones
This book came highly recommended by my friend and fellow writer/blogger Kat McIntyre. I realized when I picked it up in the bookstore that I had considered it before, but as it had a recommendation from Stephanie Meyer right in the middle of the front cover, I'd immediately dropped it and wiped off my hands in disgust. It is no little fact that I abhor SM and believe her Twilight garbage has ushered in the downfall of writing as we know it. Case in point: Fifty Shades of Gray, which is well known as being a Twilight fanfic. I, myself, am a writer a fanfiction, and, in fact, my novel is based on a fanfic I wrote back in the beginning of the '00s, which was inspired by another fanfiction that I read. I have a theory that EVERYTHING is really just a fanfic or a fanfic of a fanfic (meta-fanfic!!), but I digress... I was very invigorated and encouraged that this series was apparently based on a Harry Potter fanfic, as I do believe nothing comes from a vacuum and a fanfic based on a quality work would be something amazing to read.
Alas, despite all the encouraging signs and high recommendations I find myself incredibly disappointed in this novel. None of the characters hold my interest in the least. I find Clary to be incredibly bland and Jace, the initial love interest, comes off as an arrogant douchebag. He is so amazingly full of himself. At one point Clary points out that there are girls staring at him and he responds with, "Of course they are! I'm incredibly attractive." Really? I guess Cassandra Clare (wait...Clare...Clary? Am I sensing a Mary Sue here??) was going for the pretentious teenage voice, but all I'm getting is the pretentiousness. The snarky, sarcastic dialogue just annoys me, and I'm usually one for witticisms. It seems almost forced as if she were trying with each conversation exchange to be as sarcastic and bitterly teen as she possibly could. Even if this is the way young adults talk, I don't think it translates very well to the written word. I also found many of the descriptions to be downright lazy. At the beginning of one chapter she starts it out with "The weapon room looked just as you would expect a weapon room to look." Um...okay, you couldn't have come up with a better description than that? I can sense the potential for better in the lines between your work Clare. It's waiting just below the surface. As for the other characters, Isabelle seemed like a bitch just to be a bitch. She's the "attractive" girl while Clary is the "plain" one and those were just the roles they were destined to play, and of course Simon is the "in love with the main girl" best friend. It's a bit trite.
I'll be honest...I didn't finish the novel. I'm only on maybe chapter 8 and then I read the blurbs on the back of the other two books so a few key points are spoiled. I know that Simon is a vampire and Jace and Clary are siblings (Star Wars anyone?) I'm only attempting to finish so I can potentially update this review, but I know once I find something better to read I'm putting this on my shelf and only thinking of it if it's brought up in conversation. I did find the world fairly interesting and honestly liked the "dreaded info dump" when it happened, which may in and of itself say something about the story. I did take note that most of the reviews on Goodreads and Amazon (I'm not linking to that...you all know how to find it) were either very good or very bad so it looks like this is one of those Your Mileage May Vary (YMMV) situations so I can't say I wouldn't recommend it because there were about equal people loving it as there were hating it. It is not the worst thing I've ever read or...haven't finished reading (Twilight *blurgh*), but I would only give it 1 out of 5 stars. 1 for what I got and a half for what could've been.
Alas, despite all the encouraging signs and high recommendations I find myself incredibly disappointed in this novel. None of the characters hold my interest in the least. I find Clary to be incredibly bland and Jace, the initial love interest, comes off as an arrogant douchebag. He is so amazingly full of himself. At one point Clary points out that there are girls staring at him and he responds with, "Of course they are! I'm incredibly attractive." Really? I guess Cassandra Clare (wait...Clare...Clary? Am I sensing a Mary Sue here??) was going for the pretentious teenage voice, but all I'm getting is the pretentiousness. The snarky, sarcastic dialogue just annoys me, and I'm usually one for witticisms. It seems almost forced as if she were trying with each conversation exchange to be as sarcastic and bitterly teen as she possibly could. Even if this is the way young adults talk, I don't think it translates very well to the written word. I also found many of the descriptions to be downright lazy. At the beginning of one chapter she starts it out with "The weapon room looked just as you would expect a weapon room to look." Um...okay, you couldn't have come up with a better description than that? I can sense the potential for better in the lines between your work Clare. It's waiting just below the surface. As for the other characters, Isabelle seemed like a bitch just to be a bitch. She's the "attractive" girl while Clary is the "plain" one and those were just the roles they were destined to play, and of course Simon is the "in love with the main girl" best friend. It's a bit trite.
I'll be honest...I didn't finish the novel. I'm only on maybe chapter 8 and then I read the blurbs on the back of the other two books so a few key points are spoiled. I know that Simon is a vampire and Jace and Clary are siblings (Star Wars anyone?) I'm only attempting to finish so I can potentially update this review, but I know once I find something better to read I'm putting this on my shelf and only thinking of it if it's brought up in conversation. I did find the world fairly interesting and honestly liked the "dreaded info dump" when it happened, which may in and of itself say something about the story. I did take note that most of the reviews on Goodreads and Amazon (I'm not linking to that...you all know how to find it) were either very good or very bad so it looks like this is one of those Your Mileage May Vary (YMMV) situations so I can't say I wouldn't recommend it because there were about equal people loving it as there were hating it. It is not the worst thing I've ever read or...haven't finished reading (Twilight *blurgh*), but I would only give it 1 out of 5 stars. 1 for what I got and a half for what could've been.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Divergent
I was looking between reading this and reading The Mortal Instruments Series (which I still shall be) about a week ago. I looked up Divergent on Amazon and immediately fell in love with the language and taste of the verbiage so I knew I would have to make a run to the bookstore and pick up a copy. It's written in the present, which is very weird as I'm used to stories being written in the past tense for things that have already happened; it lent an air of mystery and suddenness to the narrative that fit very will with the world Veronica Roth was trying to project.
***There will be SPOILERS***
This is a dystopian YA set in the ruins of what used to be Chicago. Human society is now split up into factions: Dauntless (the courageous), Amity (the peaceful), Erudite (the scholarly), Abnegation (the selfless), and Candor (the honest). There are also people who are factionless, but they live on the edge of society and are dependent on the kindness and help of others (mostly Abnegation) to survive. The Abnegation server as leaders of the society as it is thought that their selflessness makes them the most prudent of choices as a leader who wants nothing for himself will be the best to lead others. Erudite are the teachers and scientists; Dauntless are law enforcement; Amity are the peace loving hippies, but also server as society's main food supply with Erudite technology, and the straightforward Candor act as judges.
The main character Beatrice Prior is a sixteen year old Abnegation and the story opens on the day she will choose whether to stay in Abnegation or decide to be something else. Now granted this choice hinges on an aptitude test that usually only gives at most two possible directions, but Beatrice is presented with three possible paths: she can stay in Abnegation or become Dauntless or Erudite. Something thought impossible. She also finds out that she is divergent. Something very dangerous.
Beatrice chooses Dauntless, changes her name to Tris and enters a world dependent on courage and quick thinking where her life before was all safety and self-sacrifice. Her main instructor is the elusive Four, who becomes the main love interest (this is YA after all), but Roth does an excellent job of balancing Tris's struggle for survival with the obligatory awkward teenage romance moments. Tris is told that she MUST keep her divergence a secret or risk death, and this is verified when Tris overhears Eric, one of the more sadistic Dauntless leaders, talking with someone about weeding out and killing any divergent they find. It turns out that they can manipulate simulations (which the characters transverse very often) to their own will. They're like teenage Neos in the Matrix. This becomes very important in the end when all of the Dauntless are injected with a serum and manipulated into killing any Abnegation they find because the Erudite want a share of the power. The only ones who are unaffected and not turned into mindless killing machines are the divergent.
I was actually more interested in the world of the book than the characters themselves. There isn't much of an explanation in Divergent about why things became the way they were. I had to wait until the end of the second book Insurgent for the big reveal, but it was enough to make me want the third installment. If I had to put money on a title I would say it's gong to be called Convergent.
Beatrice/Tris comes off as very cold. It's obvious she doesn't belong in Abnegation even though she does have some selfless tendencies. She cares about her family and friends, but she lives in her own head so much it makes her seem detached. Of all the characters, I believe Four/Tobias was the most well done. Elusive enough to not give everything away, once his truth was revealed everything about him made perfect sense. Unfortunately, the majority of the other characters are quite forgettable. Very few of the other Dauntless stand out for me at all so when they're injured or die it was hard for me to mourn them because I honestly didn't remember who they were, and there is a VERY high body count. Comparable to the Hunger Games, but in Collins's trilogy and felt a connection to nearly every character. In Divergent it's tragic, but it's not heartbreaking.
All in all I would give the entire series so far 3 out of 5 stars. Not regrettable but not spectacular either. Looking forward to Mortal Instruments, but first I have to read This Same Earth Earth by Elizabeth Hunt since I only have that on Kindle loan for two weeks.
***There will be SPOILERS***
This is a dystopian YA set in the ruins of what used to be Chicago. Human society is now split up into factions: Dauntless (the courageous), Amity (the peaceful), Erudite (the scholarly), Abnegation (the selfless), and Candor (the honest). There are also people who are factionless, but they live on the edge of society and are dependent on the kindness and help of others (mostly Abnegation) to survive. The Abnegation server as leaders of the society as it is thought that their selflessness makes them the most prudent of choices as a leader who wants nothing for himself will be the best to lead others. Erudite are the teachers and scientists; Dauntless are law enforcement; Amity are the peace loving hippies, but also server as society's main food supply with Erudite technology, and the straightforward Candor act as judges.
The main character Beatrice Prior is a sixteen year old Abnegation and the story opens on the day she will choose whether to stay in Abnegation or decide to be something else. Now granted this choice hinges on an aptitude test that usually only gives at most two possible directions, but Beatrice is presented with three possible paths: she can stay in Abnegation or become Dauntless or Erudite. Something thought impossible. She also finds out that she is divergent. Something very dangerous.
Beatrice chooses Dauntless, changes her name to Tris and enters a world dependent on courage and quick thinking where her life before was all safety and self-sacrifice. Her main instructor is the elusive Four, who becomes the main love interest (this is YA after all), but Roth does an excellent job of balancing Tris's struggle for survival with the obligatory awkward teenage romance moments. Tris is told that she MUST keep her divergence a secret or risk death, and this is verified when Tris overhears Eric, one of the more sadistic Dauntless leaders, talking with someone about weeding out and killing any divergent they find. It turns out that they can manipulate simulations (which the characters transverse very often) to their own will. They're like teenage Neos in the Matrix. This becomes very important in the end when all of the Dauntless are injected with a serum and manipulated into killing any Abnegation they find because the Erudite want a share of the power. The only ones who are unaffected and not turned into mindless killing machines are the divergent.
I was actually more interested in the world of the book than the characters themselves. There isn't much of an explanation in Divergent about why things became the way they were. I had to wait until the end of the second book Insurgent for the big reveal, but it was enough to make me want the third installment. If I had to put money on a title I would say it's gong to be called Convergent.
Beatrice/Tris comes off as very cold. It's obvious she doesn't belong in Abnegation even though she does have some selfless tendencies. She cares about her family and friends, but she lives in her own head so much it makes her seem detached. Of all the characters, I believe Four/Tobias was the most well done. Elusive enough to not give everything away, once his truth was revealed everything about him made perfect sense. Unfortunately, the majority of the other characters are quite forgettable. Very few of the other Dauntless stand out for me at all so when they're injured or die it was hard for me to mourn them because I honestly didn't remember who they were, and there is a VERY high body count. Comparable to the Hunger Games, but in Collins's trilogy and felt a connection to nearly every character. In Divergent it's tragic, but it's not heartbreaking.
All in all I would give the entire series so far 3 out of 5 stars. Not regrettable but not spectacular either. Looking forward to Mortal Instruments, but first I have to read This Same Earth Earth by Elizabeth Hunt since I only have that on Kindle loan for two weeks.
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