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The Mask of Mirrors, by M. A. Carrick (Orbit)
Much to my delight as a reader, I find myself in an era of stories that combine history-evoking settings (“big skirts”), fascinating systems of magic, and women who are powerful in deep and unexpected ways. The Women’s War (Jenna Glass) and The Midnight Bargain (C.L. Polk) are two recent examples. The newest addition is a complex tale marked by superb characters and intricate, well-thought-out world-building in a world that resembles Renaissance Venice. My introduction to the book was the guest appearance of the authors, Marie Brennan and Alyc Helms, on Juliette Wade’s program, Dive into World Building, in which they discussed the tarot-like system of divination cards. That would be enough for an ordinary fantasy, but here it’s only a small part of the whole: political history and current power struggles, magical systems and curses, poisons and hallucinogenic drugs, a long con, simmering revenge, and a generation-spanning Robin Hood-like cult figure. Friendships and feuds, masquerades within masquerades, romance in every sense of the word, and most of all, a heroine who is at once conflicted, determined, vulnerable, and resourceful. There are occasional echoes of Dickens’s London, as well as other, familiar worlds, but the whole is fresh and original, a page-turner that left me hungry for more. It's long, and this is a very good thing.
I requested an ARC of this book based on the description: a mystery set in a Catholic boarding school. Twenty-five years before the opening, Louisa, a brilliant but lonely student, and Mr. Lavelle, a charismatic art teacher, have mysteriously disappeared. Victoria, who knew them both, has just committed suicide at the school itself. Why did she kill herself? What happened to Louisa and Mr. Lavelle? Did they elope together? Were they murdered or did they perish through an accident? Or were the disappearances unrelated? The atmosphere of an isolated Victorian mansion set on a cliff in Ireland added to the appeal.
Very early in the book, however, I became increasingly disappointed and frustrated. By the end, I was ready to throw the book across the room in disgust, except that I was reading it on my Kindle and I don’t treat my electronic devices so cavalierly. Based on the description, The Temple House Vanishing promised me a genre novel – YA, school story, and mystery, all in one – and yet it consistently violated the conventions of all three, and not in a skillful way.
The opening point of view, a journalist who happened to live on the same street as Louisa and who is investigating the disappearance, was hard to relate to and never made any sense to me. She isn’t involved in the events, and her own life, irrelevant to the rest of the story, seemed remote and uninteresting. Then we get into Louisa’s story, narrated by herself. Therein lies the second hurdle, because Louisa doesn’t sound or act like a teen, even one who’s stuck in her head. Almost all teens, whether intellectual “brains” or not, center their lives around the fundamental issues of those years: independence from parents, confusion about who they are and what they want to become, desperate need for approval from peers, and so forth. Hormones saturate their bloodstreams, and the parts of their brains associated with executive functions, delayed gratification, and long-term planning, won’t mature until their mid-20s. It doesn’t matter how bright or academically gifted they are, they are still at the mercy of these internal storms. Louisa’s first-person narrative reads like the overly elitist pontifications of a writer with a very poor memory of her own teenaged years, or perhaps one seen through extremely adult-colored lenses, and with no understanding of the conventions of the genre. I cannot imagine a teen reader finding Louisa believable or interesting.
Then we meet Victoria, who becomes the object of Louisa’s bloodless passion. Both girls exhibit a disconnection between their intellectual philosophizing and their relationships so extreme as to verge into psychotic dissociation. I never perceived, through their speech or behavior, or through the inner voice of the narrative, any shred of genuine emotion until very near the end, when it became clear that Louisa was just as infatuated with Victoria as Victoria was with Mr. Lavelle. But for the most part, each experiences a pale, distant imitation of obsession, not the visceral stuff of teen suicide pacts or Romeo and Juliet. Not a hint of lesbian romance, requited or not, could I discern.
Take a Look at the Five and Ten, by Connie Willis (Subterranean)
Every family has its
oddballs and oral history. In Ori’s uncomfortable extended stepfamily, the
oddball is elderly Grandma Elving, with her endless, repetitive, boring,
detail-ridden stories about the one Christmas she worked at Woolworth’s.
Somewhat to Ori’s surprise, her cousin’s current boyfriend, Lassiter, is
actually interested in Grandma Elving’s stories and wants to study her with a
new memory-enhancing drug for his dissertation. With Ori as Grandma Elving’s
chauffeur and caretaker, the experiment proceeds and Lassiter becomes convinced
he’s on the brink of uncovering a decisive traumatic event in Grandma Elving’s
life. A love story emerges from the past, just as Ori realizes she has fallen
in love with Lassiter.
There’s a mystery
here, of course, and a sweet romance, but the real pleasure lies in the
wonderfully rich, quirky characters. My one quibble is that we used to call
Woolworth’s the Five and Dime, not Five and Ten (and I never worked there), but
maybe that’s a geographic difference.
A Question of Navigation, by Kevin Hearne (Subterranean)
I’ve read enough of
Kevin Hearne’s work to know that his name on the cover guarantees a great read,
often laced with quirky humor. This tale of alien abduction and prisoner
rebellion is no exception. The narrator is physicist Clint, the aliens look
like ultra-perky anime schoolgirls, and Clint’s T-shirt reads DO NOT EAT.
Unlike the thousands of his fellow humans being stored as food for the long
journey back to the alien home planet, Clint and a handful of other specialists
are being kept alive to reveal humanity’s weaknesses in the most entertaining
fashion possible. The survival of Earth seems a lost cause, between the aliens’
paralytic stingers, their complete control of the ship, and their ability to
eavesdrop on any conversation. But put together a physicist, a marine biologist,
a meteorologist, an expert in robotics, and a few equally qualified scientists,
and mayhem is sure to result.
The ending is gloriously satisfying.
Doors of Sleep: Journals of Zaxony Delatree, by Tim Pratt (Angry Robot)
I’ve always loved
stories that take place on one fantastically alien world after another, so I
grabbed this book on the dual strengths of its author (Tim Pratt, master of
space drama) and its premise. Every time Zax Delatree falls asleep, he travels to
a different multiverse. Some worlds are eerily similar to his own highly
technological world where he facilitates harmony, but others are devoid of life
or filled with intelligent, carnivorous life, or gigantic gardens or bombed-out
cities. He’s been traveling this way for a few years now, with no idea how or
why. From time to time, he’s acquired companions, one of whom created a
linguistic virus that allows Zax to understand the languages he encounters, and
another, a farmer who can communicate with and control plant life, and yet
another, a crystalline intelligence desperate for new horizons. Quickly Zax shifts
from unwilling (and insomniac) tourist to fugitive. Someone’s on his trail,
able to track him across multiverses, and that someone has just teamed up with
a murderous, shape-shifting fungus.
The story is at once
dramatic, playful, grim, inventive, and just plain fascinating. Zax sometimes
reminds me of Doctor Who or The Flying Dutchman With a Heart of Gold. I
definitely want to keep traveling with him!
The snappy voice of
Briar, the teenage fae who also might be a mass murderer, drew me in right
away. Exiled from the realm of Idyll (for reasons that become apparent only
later in the story) to the human world, she finds herself in juvie detention.
Just as her life looks unremittingly grim, she’s unexpected offered a place at
the mysterious private Dedwydd Academy. Here she’s assigned not only group and
individual therapy sessions but classes in Anger Management, Algebra, and The
Psychology of Terror. Her fellow students are not only supernatural folk like witches,
angels, and demons, but also human changelings who have been harmed by the fae.
Gradually she realizes that Dedwydd just might be the third chance she needs, a
place where she can make real friends and learn to control her fae abilities.
Then she finds a stone tucked into her bedding, one highly toxic to her kind.
Who’s trying to murder her – and why?
Even before the
Harry Potter series, “magical school” stories had strong appeal. Promise Me Nothing stands out for its
great characters, strong voice, intelligence, and beautifully interwoven plot
lines. Vogel offers just the right amount of backstory without bashing the
reader of the head. She trusts her readers to make connections, even as Briar
herself figures out the mystery while figuring out herself. It’s all very well done, with smooth prose, a dramatic
mystery, and the kind of coming-of-age emotional journey that makes Young Adult
fantasy satisfying for adult as well as teen readers.