So a friend passed me a copy of Monster Hunter International, by Larry Correia, and told me it was good fun; and it was. Our hero, one Owen Pitt, is a mild-mannered accountant until the day his boss turns into a werewolf and tries to have him for dinner. Unfortunately for the boss, Owen is enormous, fit, a gun nut, and the son of a Green Beret, even though it’s against company policy he’s armed, as any good Texan should be. And when he recovers from his wounds he’s recruited by Monster Hunter International, a little firm in Alabama that specializes in hunting down the forces of darkness and claiming the PUFF bounty first instituted by Teddy Roosevelt. Naturally, there’s a beautiful girl who’s a first class shot, and a plethora (one might even say a superfluity) of zombies, ghouls, wights, and vampires, and my favorite bit, a little old Jewish man who lives in Owen’s head. Oh, and…elves. And guns. Lots and lots of guns, including one that shoots dreidel cartridges.

The book’s entertaining, fluffy, and only marginally horrific, and reminded me of nothing so much as a (much) lighter version of Jonathan Maberry’s Joe Ledger series. Apparently it’s the first in a series; I dunno whether I’ll get the others or not.

Having enjoyed Michelle Sagara’s Chronicles of Elantra (and yes, in the short time since writing that review I’ve read the remaining four books in the series, and enjoyed them), I decided to try one of her other books. She’s got several series, so I picked one somewhat arbitrarily and ended with Into the Dark Lands, which turns out to be her first novel. And the bottom line is that it held my attention, but I’m not at all sure I’ll read the remaining three books of this particular series, as it didn’t quite work for me.

If it’s a failure, though, it’s an interesting failure. Sagara sets up a fantasy world based on a kind of Zoroastrian dualism: there’s a light god and a dark god, who have been warring since time began. Eventually each had children, the “Sundered”, who can appear human but are not, and who have great magical power; and later still the world as we know it was created, along with human beings who are unsurprisingly a blend of the light and the dark. The Sundered interbred with the humans, and the war continued, and as this book begins it is fought largely by the half-human descendents of the Sundered on either side. These half-human descendants are bred and trained for this war.

One of the Sundered of Light, the Lady of Elliath, has spent five years in a trance walking all of the paths of the future, looking for a way to end the war. There is one, and only one, and she doesn’t like it. And so begin the trials of her grand-daughter, Erin of Elliath, who (as the title implies) must be captured by the Servants of Darkness. The first part of the novel covers the time up to her capture, which is telegraphed so strongly that I don’t regard mentioning it as a spoiler; and the second part her time in the Dark Lands, as the guest of Stefanos, the First of the Sundered of Darkness.

And then what we have is a beauty and the beast story that I simply couldn’t begin to take seriously, alas. It doesn’t end well, I’ll give Sagara credit for that, but I found it unbelievable.

On top of that, I don’t find dualist Zoroastrian worlds credible for philosophical reasons; followers of the Dark God in such a system are pursuing darkness, ugliness, bloodshed, and so forth for their own sake, and that simply doesn’t work. Sagara has problems with it, too: Stefanos is the eldest child of the Dark God, most devoted to the Dark God’s purposes, and yet his number one goal is to build an empire that will last. I don’t think an essentially evil being would wish to be constructive.

Of course, there are three books remaining; and there’s probably going to be some foofaraw in the end about how the Dark is not strictly Evil; that there’s Good in the Dark and Evil in the light, and only a mixture of the two is viable. And yet given how evil the servants of the Dark are portrayed as being in this first book, I can’t really buy that, even as a plot point.

So…disappointing, and not particularly fun, but interesting. Some books, you put them down, and you enjoyed them, but you don’t think about them. Others, you do.

Heart of Light, by Sarah A. Hoyt, is the first of three books to take place in a “Magical British Empire.” No, really, that’s the name of the series. Seems a little too generic, given the number of books I’ve seen that take place in an alternate British Empire with, well, magic. Be that as it may. I picked up this book because I’d heard good things about Sarah Hoyt, and read a number of her blog posts on writing and speculative fiction in which she seemed to have her head screwed on straight. I’ve read a lot about the Victorian era and the British Empire, and rather like it as a setting, and all in all a story that begins in a giant flying carpet airship seemed like it would be good fun.

Alas, it wasn’t.

The tale starts promisingly enough with newlyweds Nigel and Emily Oldhall on said carpetship en route to Cairo, when the ship is attacked by a dragon. So far, so cool. But it seems that Nigel and Emily are having problems. Apparently the marriage hasn’t been consummated, and Emily doesn’t know why. It develops that Nigel is going to Africa on a mission for Her Majesty’s Government. Emily doesn’t know this, and Nigel feels bad about it, and about marrying Emily to some extent under false pretenses (although he courted her for a year, even before the mission came up). So no sex for Nigel and Emily, because Nigel has scruples. And of course he can’t explain why. And so we lead into a jolly book in which we watch a new marriage fall completely to pieces because the two halves of the couple won’t talk to each other.

I hate this. Your mileage may vary, but I hate this sort of thing. Want me to stop reading your continuing mystery series? Make your married couple (who probably got married after having worked up to it over three or four novels) start having marital strife as the background plot to the next one. It’s painful for me to watch, and it’s annoying, and anyway it’s trite.

But I digress.

What makes it worse is that book is set during a colorful age of the world, in a colorful country (Egypt and points south)…but almost all of the book takes place in the various characters’ heads, and it’s mostly each of them trying to figure out what the other characters are up to and making assumptions that we know to be unfounded and then not getting along and doing stupid things, instead of, you know, talking to each other.

I hate this.

Which is sad, because there are the makings of a neat book here. We’ve got were-dragons, and a secret African society called the Hyena Men; we’ve got Zulus and Masai; we’ve got magic and daring deeds; and you can hardly see most of it, because all you can see is the inside of the skulls of stupid people.

No, I’m not fair. They aren’t all stupid. But the principles are.

Let me put it this way. Have you ever seen a Marx Brothers movie? In every Marx Brothers movie, you have the Stupid Couple: a young man and a young woman who are there to provide the love interest and drive the plot. They are seldom interesting; you’re not watching to see a love story, you’re watching to see Harpo hand his leg to people while Groucho insults them. Now, imagine that you have to see the movie only from the point of view of the Stupid Couple. Gag me and pass the insulin.

I am assured that Sarah Hoyt has done better; in fact, I am assured that even this particular trilogy improves. I might even give the second book a try, since there were scattered bits of goodness in this one, and by the end of it Emily has married another, thus putting her unconsummated marriage out of my misery in any future book. But gosh, what a disappointment it was.

Kingfishers Catch Fire, by Rumer Godden, is another of the books by Godden that my wife got me from Paperback Swap.

So, OK. I loved In This House of Brede. I loved Five for Sorrow, Ten for Joy. I loved An Episode of Sparrows. I even liked Pippa Passes, even though I had some problems with it.

Kingfishers Catch Fire, on the other hand, is completely failing to interest me.

I’m not sure why; it certainly ought to.  The setting is interesting enough.  It takes place in Kashmir after WWII, and concerns the wife of a minor British commercial functionary in the India trade.  He dies; she’s got no money, having always lived beyond her means; she can’t afford to go home to England, not that she wants to; and she ends up renting a small house out in the country, out where Europeans simply don’t live, and fondly imagines that she’s living simply, and doing with very little, and becoming just another one of the countryfolk.  In fact she’s living better than anyone else in the village, all of whom cheat her unmercifully, and she’s far more of an outsider than she realizes.

She’s a tiresome woman, in fact, who lives far more in her romantic thoughts than in any place resembling reality, and I care so little about what happens to her that even after having read almost half the book I can’t remember what her name is.  The book’s been sitting by my comfy chair, and I’ve been scrupulously not opening it.

So consider this either a warning, or a cry of the heart.  If you’ve read the book, and you find it worthwhile, and worth finishing, please tell me so, and whether you liked the first half.  Otherwise, be warned.

The Chronicles of Elantra is a fantasy series by Michelle Sagara, who also writes as Michelle West and Michelle Sagara West.  I’ve read the first four of the current eight, and expect I’ll go on to read the rest of them.  The series begins with Cast in Shadow; and as the books follow one directly upon the other you’ll want to read them in order.

The series takes place in the City of Elantra, capital city of the Empire, and concerns the doings of a young woman named Kaylin, a member of the Hawks.  The Law of the Empire is whatever the Emperor wants it to be, and it is enforced by three related organizations: the Swords, the Hawks, and the Wolves.  The Swords are the peacekeepers,  the city guard.  The Hawks do some patrolling as well, but they are effectively the detectives, the investigators.  The Wolves…well, perhaps the less said about the Wolves, the better.

Policing Elantra is a difficult job, not least because of the number of different races who live in the city.  The Dragons (an immortal race of great power) are not usually a problem; they are few in number, and as the Emperor is a Dragon they answer only to him.  The Barrani are another immortal race, nearly as powerful as the Dragons.  Kaylin has friends among them, to the extent Barrani have friends: they are your basic Faery folk, beautiful, powerful, and extremely perilous to mere mortals.  And then there are a variety of mortal races: humans, the lion-like Leontines, the winged Aerians, and so forth.

Kaylin herself is not native to the city of Elantra; or, at least, not to the part of the city that answers to the Empire.  In addition to the city proper there are the bad parts of town: the seven fiefs, in each of which the fief lord is the only law.  Kaylin is an orphan from the fief called Nightshade; she’s rude, never on time, and mostly unfit for the company of civilized people (although she’s improving).  The thing she wants most in the world is to be a Hawk, and keep people safe; and more than that, to keep children safe.  And she’s better suited to doing that than many; ever since the mysterious marks appeared on her arms and legs when she was a child, she’s been able to heal.  She’s kept it as secret as she can; but she still moonlights with the midwife’s guild and at the foundling home.

But, you see, there’s more to those marks than simply a childhood mystery; and in a magical city there’s more to the fiefs than simply slums where the Emperor’s men don’t go.  The world of Elantra has hidden depths, and I’ve got a suspicion that Kaylin is going to have to plumb most of them or die trying.

The books aren’t perfect; although Elantra is a port city, and there’s supposedly an empire, there’s no real sense of much of anything anywhere outside the city.  This might simply be due to Kaylin’s point of view; she’s smart, and very good at picking up anything she considers “practical”, but amazingly skilled at keeping out any information that she can’t see a use for.  On top of that, Kaylin is the sort of fantasy hero I find rather annoying: she has great magical powers that she doesn’t understand, and mostly don’t know how to use, but whenever she gets into a serious scrape (i.e., at the end of each book) she somehow knows exactly what to do.  (Andre Norton used to do the same thing.)  On the other hand…there seem to be reasons for it.  I’m getting the sense that Kaylin is in some way a pawn for some power we’ve not yet met, and that when the chips are down the proper actions are being funneled to her.  But the nature of that power is not clear to me (nor is it clear to the wise and powerful in Elantra, who are consequently keeping a remarkably close eye on her).

But all that’s by the way.  The books are entertaining, and there are some interesting moral issues explored, particularly regarding the protection of children; i.e., just when is it licit to take innocent life for the greater good?  And for once it’s nice not to have to offer cautions about sex and language.  Which is not to say that there’s no swearing in these books; there’s a lot of it.  But most of the time we just hear that Kaylin swore violently in Leontine or Aerian or Barrani or some such; she prides herself in knowing how to swear in all of the languages extant in Elantra, and seldom stoops to swearing in the human tongue.

So…good fun, if you like this sort of thing. 

I first read Alexandre Dumas’ The Count of Monte Cristo about fifteen years ago, in the unabridged edition from Oxford University Press. Recently Amazon had this same edition on sale as a Kindle book for $2.99 or something of the sort, and I grabbed it. Then it sat; and then, eventually, it became my backup book. Not the main book I was reading, but the one that I read from when I was between other, more gripping books. Because however much you like Dumas, he is seldom fast-paced for long—and The Count of Monte Cristo is a very long book.

I suppose everyone knows the gist of the story. Edmond Dantes, a young sailor with a bright future ahead of him, is falsely accused of being a supporter of the deposed emperor, Napoleon Bonaparte, and is confined to the Chateau d’If for over ten years. While in prison he becomes friends with another political prisoner, an aged priest, from whom he learns much about history, culture, and science. In time the priest dies, and Dantes escapes…and retrieves his friend’s fortune, which his friend has left to him. And now, with learning and money it’s time to track down the three men who put him in prison, and commit justice upon them.

That’s the set-up, and it’s the part I chiefly remembered. It’s all fairly straightforward, and frequently harrowing, and while interesting it’s all a real downer.

The part I didn’t remember—the part I fear I didn’t read very carefully or follow all that well—is the part that comes after Dantes escapes. I didn’t enjoy it that much fifteen years ago, because I wanted to follow Dantes’ story…and in the remainder of the book, Dantes, though the prime mover of everything that happens, is usually not the viewpoint character.

And here is where the book really began to fascinate me this time through, and where it moved decidedly into the foreground. See, here’s the thing. In the time that Dantes is in prison, and the subsequent time that he takes to lay his plans, his adversaries have all made their fortunes, married, and had children…and those children are now grown up and preparing to marry themselves. Dantes’ plans must encompass not only the parents but the children. And because of the way of the world, to achieve his aims Dantes must exploit the social networks of the day, the networks of friendship and kinship and elite status. And so indeed, the second part of the book is as much about them as it is about him, and their presence confounds his desire for vengeance.

Fascinating, and amazing, and well-worth your time.