Monday, July 16, 2007

Just Read: Pirate Freedom by Gene Wolfe

Reviewing a Gene Wolfe novel is a tricky business; he's a writer who works almost entirely by indirection and the slow accretion of incidental details. At times, Wolfe can seem to be playing a game against the reader -- if he can conceal the true importance of the events of his plot, he wins. And so even a thoughtful and careful reader hedges his bets and says that a new Wolfe novel seems to be about X, or appears to feature a character who is secretly Y -- because, with Wolfe, there's always the chance that you're completely wrong.

And yet we still read his books. Why? I can't speak for everyone, but the thing I enjoy more than anything in fiction is voice, and Wolfe is a master of voice. His best books are all intensely narrated, told from very particular, and never completely reliable, points of view. Latro, Patera Silk, Severian, the narrator of "Book of the Short Sun:" -- Wolfe's best books are all in some particular voice, stories told by one specific man, in one specific place, obscuring some details and confusing others for his own ends. I also can't deny that the challenge of teasing out the truth from the labyrinthine corridors of Wolfe's plots is appealing; reading Wolfe is, in some sense, like matching wits with him, and reaching the end counts as a win...or at least a draw.

Pirate Freedom is Wolfe's new book for this year; it will be published in November by Tor, his long-time publisher. Since it's not available yet, I'll need to be somewhat vague. (I could blame the vagueness on Wolfe, as well, or claim to be trying to provide a Wolfesque experience...but I won't; it wouldn't be true.)

Our narrator this time is Chris -- Father Chris, Captain Chris -- who is writing in our near future, but telling the story of what happened to him several hundred years ago. (Some things, I have to tell you, just will not be explained in a Wolfe novel, and the precise reason for that temporal oddity will never be clear -- though a careful reader will put together the timeline and figure out the important facts.) The Chris who is writing the story is a Catholic priest, in some American city. The Chris of the tale is a younger man, first growing up in a school/monastery in Cuba, and then traveling. Look: the word "pirate" is in the title, yes? You and I both know that Chris will eventually fall in with pirates, right? So take that as written -- but I won't tell you how. There are adventures, gold, combat on ship and shore -- all the things you expect from a pirate story. But this is a Gene Wolfe pirate story, told as a confession, years later, by a man whose intentions are not to dwell on the blood and gore, but to list and atone for his sins. Oh, and Chris's last name? We're never told it specifically, though I suspect someone with all of the clues and the right outside information could work it out.

Similarly, a student of the period could probably tell you exactly what years Chris was active in the Caribbean and thereabouts; all I can tell you is that it's after Sir Henry Morgan sacked Panama (1671) and presumably before the death of Blackbeard (1718). And that same student, I don't doubt, would be eager to point out the historical sources for events in this story, which I also cannot help you with.

One thing I can talk about, and want to come back to -- I said above that Wolfe's best books are all told in the voice of one specific man. And I mean "man," not person, because Wolfe rarely writes in a woman's voice. (I can think of Pandora by Holly Hollander, a pleasant but minor novel, but not much else.) For that reason, among others, Wolfe has been accused of sexism in the past few years, and it's not an entirely unfounded accusation. Wolfe's narrators are usually men, and their attitudes towards women are not that of equals to equals. His novel narrators are typically a bit more chivalrous, more honorable, and more pious than is the norm in their societies, so they're generally not debauching and raping women (which is sometimes going on, nearly unremarked on, in the background). But women are the cause of troubles more than they are friends and comrades, and women in Wolfe's stories are essentially unknowable. You can sometimes predict a woman's behavior, if you're a particularly smart and thoughtful Wolfe hero, but you can never understand her. I suspect Wolfe has more male fans than female, simply because his women are so secondhand, so intensely Other. A woman, to a Wolfe hero, is, at her best, someone you love, someone you have sex with, someone you protect and cherish, but not someone you ever entirely trust.

Again, I'm talking in vague generalities, because the book hasn't been published yet, but Pirate Freedom is a novel in which sexual relations play a part, and I'm sure the women of Pirate Freedom will be much discussed. (So perhaps what I'm doing here is sending up a signal flare to the Secret Feminist Cabal -- because this is a good novel, with many strong points, and there's a lot of interesting material to work with here.) Wolfe, I know, is himself a Catholic, and this book is more overtly Catholic than many of his works -- perhaps the virgin/whore dichotomy would be a useful tool for sorting and explicating the women in this book. (Though, among pirates, you don't find many virgins.)

As I said above, Chris is just slightly too good to be true (much like the heroes of Wolfe's last series, "The Wizard Knight"). There's also the odd fact that far too many of the people he meets seem to like him and believe him on sight, which is a bit unlikely. Perhaps that's another unreliable narrator trick, and I was meant to figure out something else from that odd fact, but, if so, it escaped me.

Lastly, I'll have to warn you that this has a Gene Wolfe ending, and that Wolfe is inordinately fond of circularity and returns in his endings. It's about what I expected, but it's not what one would expect from a rip-roaring pirate tale. Then again, you don't go to Wolfe for rip-roaring anything.

Now I'm Sure I Won't Be Able to Find The Links Now That I Want Them...

But I'd love to introduce
a) the people who think that the way to fix the book trade ordering system is by eliminating returns to
b) the people who think that the way to fix the comics direct market ordering system is by instituting returns.

(Yes, of course there can be some kind of semi-returnable medium state; what amuses me is that the two sides generally don't seem to know the other exists, and aren't aware of the pitfalls of the other system.)

Sunday, July 15, 2007

My Fingers Are Typing Away Madly for Your Amusement

It's just that they're doing it over at ComicMix, and not here, the last couple of days. (That's my way of noting that I didn't post for two days, and moving on.)

My ComicMix posts were:
And a review of:
Will Eisner's New York

Look for another review there within a day (once I wrestle it into shape), and, with any luck, my thoughts on Gene Wolfe's Pirate Freedom here before the end of the night.

Just Read: Lucifer, Vol. 1: Devil in the Gateway by Mike Carey and various artists

Someone -- and I don't know if it was Mike Carey specifically -- clearly did a lot of study of the early issues of Sandman before launching Lucifer. You've got your aristocratic, distant, magically powerful main character loosely interacting with what could be either a more serious version of the DC Comics cosmology or a cartoony version of Christian cosmology, and making wry, biting comments along the way. You've got horrific side-plots going on among the mere humans who cross the main character's path. And you've got just a bit of philosophy to keep it all going.

I'm afraid Lucifer left me cold: I didn't like or care about the main character, and, what's worse, I didn't actually believe him as the ex-ruler of Hell. He just felt like a slightly more powerful and assholish John Constantine. (And his assistant, the half-face woman, has a really annoying speech pattern that I just gave up on trying to comprehend after a few pages.) I didn't really care, specifically, about the normal people Lucifer dealt with, either, and the other angels had no angelic qualities I could detect.

So, all in all, this was a big blah for me, and I won't be back for the later volumes. (No foul; I can't read everything.) I'd bought this book a few months back because I was looking for something new to read, and this looked likely, but it turned out to be not for me. (I don't think it's bad -- the art is uniformly good, and Carey clearly can write well -- just that it is very much not for me.)

Just Read: The Trouble With Girls, Vol. 2

To keep the title from getting ridiculously long, I dropped the credits down to here: this was written by Will Jacobs and Gerard Jones, pencilled by Tim Hamilton and mostly inked by Dave Garcia, just like the first volume.

I read Checker's Vol. 1 a few weeks ago, and explained the background in excruciating detail then (so I won't repeat myself). This book reprints issues 8-14 of the original Eternity series from 1988, in which Lester Girls battles enemies, romances gorgeous women, and searches for the truth about his past. It's still as much fun as the first volume, for those who aren't offended by the whole idea to begin with.

The cover design is awfully low-rent, though; I'm not sure if it implies that Tim Hamilton has completely fallen off the face of the earth (and couldn't be found to do a new cover), or that this project had such a low budget that all they could afford was a quick cut-and-paste job with bits of the original art. (Tending to argue for the latter: none of the original covers are included in this book, even in black-and-white versions.) I guess if everything from the '80s is going to be reprinted -- and we seem to be heading in that direction; I'm expecting the big Boris the Bear Archives and a deluxe Pre-Teen Dirty Gene Kung-Fu Kangaroos hardcover any day now -- they're not all going to get the nice deluxe treatment. This is still OK -- the printing is clear and the binding is solid -- though those fancy extras would have been nice.

Bonus Quote for the Weekend

"In the bowels of the company, a computer is about to be murdered. It's a simple computer, a PABX. Its job is to route phone calls. It is running software that was once as clean and functional as a mountain stream, but over the past decade has been patched, tweaked, and customized into a steaming, festering jungle, where vines snag at your feet and snarling, fanged creatures live in the shadows. There is a path through the jungle, a clear, well-worn path, and if you follow it you will always be safe. But take two misdirected steps and the jungle will eat you alive.

"The software prevents two phones from forwarding their calls to each other, which would create what is known as an infinite loop, a particularly brutal way to kill a computer. In IT, infinite loops are the equivalent of manslaughter: death through foreseeable negligence. So at this point on the jungle path there is a strong wooden barrier. What the software does not prevent -- not anymore, not after ten years of quick hacks to meet ever-changing departmental wish lists -- is a forwarding circle, where person A (say, Roger), forwards his phone to B (Jones), who forwards his phone to C (Elizabeth), who forwards her phone to A (Roger). There is no barrier here, just a deep, dark ravine where things wait with glittering eyes and sharp teeth.

Right now a mid-level manager in Travel Services is dialing her Training Sales representative. She is thinking of ordering some training for her two telesales staff. They don't really need it, but she's caught wind that Training Sales is trying to cancel orders., This manager has been in Zephyr Holdings long enough to know that if someone doesn't want you to order something, you8 grab as much of it as you can and hang on tight. It was the same way with office chairs.

Her finger pushes the last digit, a six. The phone clicks in her ear. There is a pause. Then the building's lights go off."
- Max Barry, Company, pp.50-51

Quote of the Week

I missed posting this on Friday, so there will be this post, and then a bonus quote. (Which has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that they're both from the same book, and that I couldn't decide between them...nope, not at all.)

"It is a terrible thing to be fired, like your parents saying you have to clean out your room and leave the family, and it's worse if the company happily continues on in your absence, not even noticing the difference. This is like passing your ex-family in the street and they're laughing and heading out to the movies. What you really want, following your sacking, is for the company to undergo a quick, public financial implosion directly traceable to your departure. But as a substitute, someone crying as you leave the building is pretty good."
- Max Barry, Company, p.35

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Other Voices, Other Blogs

Stuff from me at ComicMix today:
Just to whet your appetite, both of the Harry Potter link extravaganzas contain pictures of Daniel Radcliffe showing an unusual interest in Emma Watson's recent growth spurt. Someone needs to point out to the boy that you can't stare (especially with cameras around). Perhaps this game (possibly not safe for work) will help.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Just Read: Psmith, Journalist by P.G. Wodehouse

This is the first book that I've ever read completely electronically -- and I say this as a guy who's had a Palm (three of them, in fact) for the past four years, and e-books on them the whole time. It took Wodehouse to finally get me to finish something that way; it's not that it's all that inconvenient, or difficult; it's just that, given any choice, I'd rather read words on paper than on a tiny screen. But I read chunks of this when I didn't have a choice -- while waiting for the 4th of July fireworks, or at kids' events, or whatnot -- and I got through it in about three months of on-and-off reading.

This is a very early, and transitional Wodehouse book; it was originally published in 1915 (between Psmith in the City and Leave It To Psmith), and is one of his early attempts to write about a different setting. In this case, that's the lawless world of gangland New York City, and Psmith's blithe superiority doesn't always mesh well with on-page gunplay and pummelings. Wodehouse wrote many gangsters after this point, but he mostly brought them into the situations he knew and could write about well, rather than having his characters head into their world.

The setup in Psmith, Journalist is that Mike (remember Mike? hardly anybody does, but he was supposed to be the hero of the series until Psmith sauntered in) and Psmith are in New York on the summer break from Cambridge; Mike to play cricket and Psmith to...well, to be Psmith, basically. In some way I don't remember, they meet the sub-editor of a juvenile daily paper, who is minding the store while the editor is on an extended vacation, and Psmith convinces the young sub-editor to change Cozy Moments into a muck-raking, pugilist-supporting rag focused on the horrible conditions in NYC tenements. (And the serious subject matter doesn't work well with Wodehousian lightness; this novel mostly trivializes the serious issues instead of getting any boost in purpose from them.)

Anyway, the owner of the tenements in question is secret, and wants to stay that way. He's a corrupt politician with gangsters on his side, but Psmith and friends also have some gangsters (and an up-and-coming boxer) on their side. There are more fights and chases than expected in a Wodehouse novel, but good, of course, eventually prevails.

Psmith sails back to England, where he belongs. And Wodehouse mostly avoided setting novels in the USA (especially the gritty side of it) after that point.

Just Read: The Dog Said Bow-Wow by Michael Swanwick

Swanwick is one of our great short-story writers, and I've been annoyed that I've fallen so far behind on reading his short works. (I've got two or three of his other collections sitting somewhere, waiting to be read.) So, when this came in from Tachyon Publications -- they'll be publishing it as a sleek and cost-effective trade paperback in September -- I knew I had to get to it quickly, so I didn't fall any further behind.

The Dog Said Bow-Wow collects sixteen recent Swanwick stories (the oldest is from 2001), including excellent examples of both science fiction ("Tim Marsh") and fantasy ("The Bordello in Faerie"). It also has three fine "Darger & Surplus" stories, about a pair of rogues in the post-Utopian future. It has one new novelette -- "The Skysailor's Tale," just as good as everything else here -- and one story, "Urdumheim," which will be published in F&SF at about the same time this book is available.

On top of all that, it has a cover with a dog on it, and one of my most trusted colleagues swears that books are always more successful when they have dogs on the cover. (The best thing is when the author's photo includes a dog, but the front cover is good as well.)

I was very happy to get this book and thoroughly entertained while I was reading it. Swanwick is one of our finest writers -- and now all I have to do is wrangle a copy of his upcoming novel The Dragons of Babel (which grew out of a story from an original anthology from my ever-nameless former employer).

Another Day at ComicMix

Posted there since yesterday's round-up:
And one review: Grendel Archives.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

If This Is Tuesday, It Must Be ComicMix

I clearly cannot be stopped:
As always, links, ideas, complaints and praise may be e-mailed to me at the address in my profile (to the left). Objects with physical solidity would need to travel through other types of mail, but those could also be accommodated.

Just Read: Luba: Three Daughters by Gilbert Hernandez

This is the third "Luba" collection, the 16th book collecting Gilbert's Love & Rockets work, and the 23rd Love & Rockets collection overall. So there's a lot of history here; even the great L&R hiatus is about a decade old at this point.

I hesitate to say that someone could pick this up and enjoy it without previous knowledge of the characters, but I always seem to have completely forgotten who all of these people are between volumes, and I can figure it out (and enjoy the books) every time. And I also have to admit that I don't always remember the little bits of history that the characters allude to (as real people will) -- I know that a couple of past deaths mentioned in this volume probably weren't exactly as they are described here, but I didn't bother to pull out the older book to check the details. Getting everything out of this book requires some study, a better memory than I have, and time to think, but getting a lot out of it only requires reading it with an open mind and an interest in stories about real people. (Well, most of them are women with notably large mammary development, but you can't have everything.)

As usual, Gilbert is a master of characterization and dialogue; he has a large cast (which, as I said, I don't always remember from book to book, and certainly don't remember all of their odd interconnections -- Gilbert's people are real, and live in a real world, and so are connected in the usual unlikely real-world ways) that he keeps distinct at all times and maneuvers well through lots of mostly shorter stories. If I have one complaint, its that I'm not quite sure of the time-line; I suspect most of these stories take place a few years ago, but it could be 1991, or 1997, or 2004 (or all of those in different specific stories), and I don't know which. I'm sure Gilbert knows, but his fictional universe is getting large enough now to require a concordance.

(Past Gilbert Hernandez books at Antick Musings: Sloth, Luba: The Book of Ofelia.)

Monday, July 09, 2007

Your ComicMix Weekend o' Fun

Stuff from me at ComicMix over the past couple of days has included:
And two book reviews:
I think they've caught up to me now, so I'd better go throw some more posts into the hopper...

Saturday, July 07, 2007

What's Good About Heinlein

Originally posted to rec.arts.sf.written 9/16/03, as a reply to someone who asked what was the big deal about ol' Robert A. I've dragged it out of the closet and brushed the dust off of it to post today for what I hope are obvious reasons:

He was one of the first genre SF writers whose characters talked like human beings -- they tended to be smart-asses, but they sounded like for-real human beings, not cardboard manifestations of the plot. His dialogue was almost always good, and you could generally tell what character was speaking from the dialogue itself, without looking at the attributions. (Which is the kind of skill mostly noticed when it's not there.)

He was also one of the first SF writers to take everything in human life as fair game -- he certainly had his own blind spots, and cherished ideas, but no part of human behavior was off-limits for his fiction. (This, post-New Wave, tends to sound like "he wrote about sex & drugs," but it's much more than that -- Heinlein was interested in people and how they related to each other, and that's what drove his fiction.)

Add those together, and what you get is a writer whose characterization was miles ahead of the competition, and still respectable today, when the bar is set much higher. (Many of his people have ideas and attitudes alien to today's world -- either because they are from imagined future societies or because they were very much like early 20th century people -- but they're still consistent, coherent and believable.)

I think that's why the #1 problem with Heinlein is still "he had only four characters" -- his people are so clearly defined that's blindingly obvious when Lazarus Long shows up, in slightly different form, in some other novel.