Category: Books
Reading: Angry Young Spaceman
The library interregnum period continues. I polished off The Marquis of Carabas last night. The title had led me to hope for something a little more, oh, fanciful, I guess, but it wasn’t. It was just a good Rafael Sabatini French Revolution adventure. (One thing Sabatini does that I kinda get sick of? He has the heroine distrust the hero for no good reason. Read enough of his books and you start to catch on that really she distrusts him because she’s a Sabatini heroine and that’s what they do.)
Now it’s on to Angry Young Spaceman by Jim Munroe. Haven’t read this since I first got it, back when it originally came out. I kinda liked it at the time and it’s even better now. Munroe is, of course, the author of Flyboy Action Figure Comes with Gasmask, maybe the best superhero novel ever written.
Angry Young Spaceman is about a young guy who goes off to teach English on another planet. It is clearly intended to parallel the experience many people in my generation had teaching English overseas. It’s a very GenX book, and coming from me that’s a compliment. But the thing I like about it is that Munroe puts so much other neat science fiction stuff in there that you can’t draw any parallels between the story and here-and-now (or, I suppose, here-and-2000) that don’t break down quickly.
I don’t know why it took me eleven years to crack this damn thing open again. Recommended.
Reading: The Marquis of Carabas
So I’ve unexpectedly hit an air pocket in the constant flow of reading material being provided to me by the local library. I’ve always got a few dozen books on hold, see, and in any given week the library has come up with five or ten of them for me to take out and read, so it makes it hard for me to reread old favourites the way I used to do before I fell into this habit with the library. Which is good, of course; much as I like rereading good books, it’s obviously not as much of a priority as reading new good books.
But this week there were only a few on the hold shelf for me, and I polished the last one off this morning. Which meant I had a rare opportunity to take something off my own shelves. I looked around, and found a couple of Rafael Sabatinis that I picked up in a used-book sale a while ago but haven’t gotten to yet. That seemed to me like an obvious good choice, so I took down In the Shadow of the Guillotine.
Turns out that In the Shadow of the Guillotine is actually a collection of three Sabatini novels, two of which (Scaramouche and The Lost King) I had already read (more than once for Scaramouche), and one I haven’t: The Marquis of Carabas. Now, I’ve heard of The Marquis of Carabas before, and based on the title it sounded to me like just the kind of book for me (since “the marquis of Carabas” is the name of the fake title Puss-in-Boots comes up with for his “master”; irresistible to see what Sabatini could do with that) but I never knew that I had it!
I’ve only just cracked it open, so I don’t know yet if it lives up to my expectations; I’ll report back if there’s anything worthy of reporting.
Strikes me that not everyone knows who Rafael Sabatini is. Basically he’s the greatest adventure writer in the history of the English language. He wrote historical swashbucklers during the first half of the 20th century, and he did it very very well. Three of his books, Captain Blood: His Odyssey*, Scaramouche, and The Sea-Hawk, have become all-time classics. But you’re not going to go wrong with any of his books, if you can find them. Check the used-book sales, used-book stores, antiquarian book stores and sales… some of ’em have been reprinted, too, and you might prefer the reprints or find ’em cheaper. Highly recommended.
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* Ever notice the title of this website?
5/11/2011 Superhero of the Day: Transmuto
Some of the superheroes I use for this feature I hear of through Jeff Rovin’s book The Encyclopedia of Superheroes. Transmuto, the Metamorphic Myrmidon, aka Lucian P. Sludge, created by Adrian Cole, is one such. There’s not a lot about him on the internet. Blue Tyson’s micro-review is probably the best we can do. Apparently he comes from a short story in an anthology by Michel Parry; I have not read this anthology but I’ma see if I can track it down. I mean, what if this guy was the best character ever and nobody’s been paying attention to him all this time? You don’t know!
3/11/2011 Superhero of the Day: Johnny Angel
Read/Heard: Martha Wells and Augustland
A couple of times I’ve run into discussions on message boards where the question “who’s the most underrated author” has come up. Or, who’s an author who’s really good but isn’t well-known enough, or whatever. My standing answer is Martha Wells.
Martha Wells writes intelligent, understated fantasy. At one time I thought to compare her to Barbara Hambly, another of my favourites, but when I get right down to it I can’t put my finger on exactly what they have in common. I guess their novels are similarly, oh, scaled? That’s not all of it, though.
The largest part of Wells’s work is her Ile-Rien series. Ile-Rien is a city that forms the setting for five of her novels. First, there’s The Element of Fire, a swashbuckler which is probably my favourite thing she’s done. (Kade Carrion, in that novel, is as close as I can come to an answer to another common message-board question: which fictional characters have you ever had a crush on?) Next, there’s Death of the Necromancer, which is probably the one you’ve read if you’ve read one of her books. Takes place hundreds of years after The Element of Fire and is kinda like a French Sherlock Holmes story, inside out. (I suspect there’s some Arsene Lupin in it too, or something like that, except I’m not familiar enough with Lupin, or, who, Fantomas maybe, to be able to say for sure.) It really is very good. And then there’s the “Fall of Ile-Rien” trilogy, which is some years after Death of the Necromancer. Those three books I only read once, and they didn’t do much for me, but maybe it’s just that I need to read them again; I find that happens a lot.
She also has a couple of standalone novels. There’s City of Bones, which I thought was kind of neat but am going to have to read it again to really decide on, and Wheel of the Infinite, which I liked just fine both times I read it.
What brought this to mind is that I just finished The Cloud Roads, her newest. (Unfortunately it’s the first book of a trilogy. Not that I object to reading two more Martha Wells books; it’s just that I want the story finished and in front of me, that’s all.) Like all Martha Wells books, it doesn’t suck you in right away. She doesn’t write page-turners; you have to give her stuff a chance. Takes a few chapters to get into the flow of it, but after that it goes smoothly. The Cloud Roads is like that, and is therefore recommended.
But listen: if you really want to try her stuff, and you should, go to her website and read all of The Element of Fire for free. It’s a tremendous deal. Here’s a book that you should have to pay to read, it’s so good, and you don’t have to pay at all! It’s crazy if you think about it.
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Unrelatedly, I have recently been listening to music at this site, and have found it an unusual experience. In the sense that I’d be listening to the music, and finding it pleasant enough, and knowing that if I listened to it a few more times, I’d get to like it even better as it became more familiar, the way we do with songs that are solid enough that we aren’t already sick of them by the second time they come around on the radio. But then here’s the thing: I turned the computer off and went to do something else and suddenly found that I was really enjoying having listened to all the songs. And I’ve never run into that kind of aftertaste effect before. I wonder what kind of deal it is. Also recommended.
27/10/2011 Superhero of the Day: Omnipotent Man
Rereading: The Three Musketeers
A while ago I had occasion to check out the Wikipedia entry for The Three Musketeers, and one of the things I saw in there was that the definitive translation is one that was only done a few years ago, by a guy named Richard Pevear. And all this time I had been reading inferior translations! So I got it out from the library and am reading it. Haven’t noticed any striking differences, but once I’m done I’ll compare it against my copy and see what I can see.
It’s weird to think of myself as a sophisticated enough reader that I care about what translation something is. But I once rejected a copy of Cyrano de Bergerac because the poems weren’t like I remembered from when I took it in school. And the first copy of The Three Musketeers I ever had, I got rid of because it referred to “Milady” as “my lady”, which doesn’t work for me at all.
If you’ve never read it, it comes with my highest recommendation. Let me put it this way. I lent my copy to a friend once, and he was only halfway through it when he said that it had already been entertaining enough to be worth it. It’s just one of the best books ever.
If you’ve already read it, and liked it, here are some of the other things you could read after that:
Twenty Years After and The Viscount of Bragelonne and Louise de la Valliere and The Man in the Iron Mask, by Alexandre Dumas
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Cyrano de Bergerac by Edmond Rostand
The Phoenix Guards by Steven Brust
The Club Dumas by Arturo Perez-Reverte
Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini
…other stuff too, but those are the obvious ones. Anybody have any other suggestions? I’m always on the lookout for more swashbuckling stories.