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Court of the Air cover image Title: Court of the Air
Author: Stephen Hunt
Year of publication: 2007
Genre: Fantasy — Steampunk-ish
My rating: DNF

This is the first victim of my new stringent abandon-book policy. The plot and the first few pages sounded interested: we meet Molly, an orphan at the workhouse, thrown out of her latest near-slavery job and dreading what the Beadle (boss of the workhouse) is going to do about it. Amid a whole lot of info-dumping (the first warning bell for me), we learn what he’s going to do about it: ship her off to a brothel.

Then we meet Oliver, who is an outcast in his town, suspected of harboring dark powers due to a childhood accident. Before he knows it, his uncle’s been murdered and he’s on the run. Meanwhile, Molly too has had those around her murdered and is running for her life. I would suppose they meet eventually to work out why a lot of bad people want to kill them. Read the rest of this entry »

In a post last week I said there was no dedicated e-bookstore in Australia, thinking specifically for fiction books. I lied. eBookBOP sells both ebooks and ebook readers. They sell in four formats: pdf, ePub, lit (Microsoft reader) and Mobi (which is similar, as far as I am aware, to the Kindle format, but I’m not sure can be read by the Kindle).

And there is also Read Without Paper, which launched on 1 December, again supporting ePub (with Adobe Digital Editions DRM – cannot be read on Stanza) and pdf. (By the way, Dymocks is also meant to sell ebooks via their website, but I’ve never come across any). Apparently, this site got so much interest from international customers they added books that aren’t available to Australians. Most of them are…but still, what is the point of having an Australian (and NZ) bookstore if we’re still going to get that freaking geographical restriction message? At least filter the selections.

Both sites have limited range – I searched for a couple of books I know I can get from the Kindle store, and they weren’t here – but those books aren’t on Fictionwise either. They don’t have the exact same range as each other – Read Without Paper is affliated to Overdrive, an ebook distributor; the other big distributor is Lightning Source, so that might be who eBookBop is with. They also suffer from the same problem as the overseas ebook retailers: they don’t give sample chapters, they assume you already know what you want to buy rather than that you’re browsing.

However, this is a promising move. Next step: integration to Stanza. Since they’re DRM ePub, which is not currently able to be read by Stanza, I can’t try them out. If anyone else wants to try them, I can highly recommend The Magicians, from Read Without Paper.

This SMH article says the popular gifts this year were books – figures from the Australian Retailers Association show that 70% of seasonal shoppers were buying books, compared to 45% for iPods. Did you get a book for Christmas this year?

Steal these books, an essay about the prevalence of theft in bookstores (digital piracy only slightly touched on). It says only 40% of books read are bought, and only 28% are bought new. How would you even measure that?

The TLS [UK Times Literary Supplement] has its books of the year (from late November).

As with last year, these are my favourite books of my personal reading year, regardless of publication date.

First, far and away, is The Gone-Away World by Nick Harkaway. I adored this book way back in January and nothing came close to knocking it off its first-place perch all year.

Then there was The Glass Book of the Dream-Eaters, which I was apparently the only person in the world to like, Carter Beats the Devil. And the adorable City of Thieves and the flawed but intriguing Forest of Hands & Teeth.

I also liked Anathem and The Graveyard Book by a pair of Neal/Neils, and Lamb by Christopher Moore. And I discovered David Weber.

Michael Chabon provided me a good run this year, with The Final Solution, The Yiddish Policemen’s Union, Summerland and Gentlemen of the Road. Chabon has such a sweetly sly sense of humour.

In non-fiction, there was Peter Carey’s narrative non-fiction 30 Days in Sydney, Enough by John Naish, and Birth: A History by Tina Cassidy. Bill Bryson’s Shakespeare was surprisingly solid (hey, his English language books are a bit iffy on the research). And Trick or Treatment: Alternative Medicine on Trial provided a damn good introduction to how the scientific method and clinical trials work while demolishing alternative medicine. Michael Chabon gets another mention for his essay collection Reading and Writing Along the Borderlands. Lastly, The Devil’s Picnic was an enjoyable exploration of forbidden substances from runny cheese to absinthe and From Baghdad with Love had a cute puppy in it.

Vellum cover image I started to read the sequel or second volume, or – maybe – second half of this book in the form of Ink: the book of all hours, the first part of which was available as a sample read via Stanza. I was so lost and yet so intrigued that I sought out of the first, Vellum so I could start from the beginning.

The plot, once you work through the myriad iterations and time-twists and exuberant use of language, is simple enough. One set of stories revolves around Phreedom, her brother, and her mentor and sometime-lover, and the eternal story of betrayal they must play out with each other across time and epochs. The other set of stories centres on the brother, Thomas, and his lover, Jack, and another two men. It runs across multiple universes or worlds; sometimes Jack is driven mad by Thomas’s death, and sometimes he is the agent set to capture him. Around all this is the battle of heaven and hell, with angels on both sides determined to recruit Thomas and Phreedom into their epic battle.
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With the new ABC (US) series of the same name and premise, I thought I would put up the review I wrote when I read the book years ago. It’s taken directly from my personal book journal (notes to self), so it’s a little disjointed:

Flash Forward cover image Interesting time travel book – the consciousness of all people in the world is flung forward 21 years into the future. Some people glimpse their own future lives, some are reading newspapers or watching TV about others, some see nothing – because they’re dead.

The book is an examination of how people react to knowing their futures, and if the future is immutable or not…but this is quite quickly resolved (yes, it can be changed), which was disappointing. And the ending, to do with the second flash forward 21 years later, is also disappointing.
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First meetings cover imageA collection of short stories, this contains the original Ender novella plus two stories with his parents (The Polish Boy and Teacher’s Pest), and one story set after Ender’s Game (Investment Counselor).

I loved Ender’s Game, found the following ones increasingly a drag, and gave up on the Shadow series. This short story collection is the last work I read of Scott Card’s. And this was because I got sick of his politics getting in his way. In particular, I got sick of being told I should have had 14 children by now and the only reason I haven’t is because I’ve been brainwashed by feminists.
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The Road cover imageWhen the world has ended, what keeps you alive?

A nameless pair, father and son, walk south along a road through a burnt and blighted landscape, fleeing winter. It’s not the end of the world: it’s years after the end of the world and the handful of survivors have descended to savagery as stored food runs out and almost all that’s left to eat is each other. Meeting a road gang means their rape and death; even solitary strangers are risks. There is no humanity left in the end times.

The boy was born at just the wrong time, but the boy is all the man lives for: “If he is not the word of God God never spoke”. The man has a pistol. It has two bullets left. He is coughing up blood. The boy cannot survive alone. No one can. “Can you do it?” he thinks. “When the time comes. Can you?”

It should be a bleak read – there’s no hope here that eventually the remnants will pull a society together again, because nothing will grow and there’s nothing left to pollinate it if it did. And it is stark and it is pitiless, but it is, after all, not bleak, I think because it so easy to fall into the mindset of the father. He rarely thinks of the future or of the past, but just of surviving the day. Without thinking too far ahead, their story is one of the power of love in hopeless times.

I haven’t read too many post-apocalyptic novels – The Stand, Onyx and Crake, I Am Legend, the recent The Gone-Away World and The Forest of Hands & Teeth. The Road is powerful both for being set in the miserable between-times, after scavenging off the fallen remnants of our society is no longer possible and before any hint of recovery into a new civilisation (which does not seem possible in this scenario anyway), and for giving the man and the boy no other enemy but hunger, cold, and other people.

Interested? Buy it from Fishpond.com.au, Australia’s biggest online bookstore. All their book prices are guaranteed better than Amazon and they do free delivery for orders over $50.

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Edward Trencom's Nose cover imageSubtitled A novel of history, dark intrigue, and cheese, Edward Trencom’s Nose certainly manages the first and last, but fails on the intrigue bit.

Milton is known more for his accessible non-fiction such as the bestselling Nathaniel’s Nutmeg and White Gold (though I will always have a soft spot for his forgotten first, The Riddle and the Knight: in Search of Sir John Mandeville). Edward is an attempt to spin his built-in audience and history research into success in fiction too, and to some extent it must have worked, because his second novel, According to Arnold is out soon.

Arnold is about a man obessed with mushroom who has been married for 12 years. Edward is about a man obsessed with cheese who has been married for 12 years. Why mess with a winning formula? Except it’s not very winning, at least not for me.

Edward opens with the happy ending. Edward awakes from a weeks’ long sleep, his sensitive and powerful nose a-quiver with the scent of a beloved variety of cheese and his loving wife awaiting him with open arms. He’s had a lucky escape after a trip overseas. Now, normally a prologue of this kind is a point around which the rest of the book revolves: we flash back and see the lead up to the prologue scene, and then the rest of the book is what happens after the prologue scene.

So I thought the prologue’s final words “It looks as if Mr Trencom is at long last on the mend” would turn out to be ironic as our hero plunges into even worse straits. I had to revise this assessment as we edge, slow by painfully slow inch towards the trip to Greece that put him into the palsied state the book opens with. After a time, it became obvious that the story really had opened with the ending, which sucked away the last little bit of interest.

And to the cheese. Now, I’m a big fan of stories that delve into areas of obsession outside the mainstream or showcase the intricacies of things we all take for granted. Perfume for example, tells us all about the sometimes unlovely art of perfume-making. That book springs to mind because Edward too deals with scents and a sensitive nose, this time in the service of cheesemongering. Unfortunately, the details of cheese are really left to naming the varieties – and yes, truly, there are astonishing varieties, but it’s all a bit superficial.

Milton instead puts his efforts into repeating, over and over, the very simple plot points of this novel. The basic story is that Edward discovers he is being followed and almost at the same time uncovers some family history which leads him to discover that the male members of his family for the last nine generations have died early and under mysterious circumstances, often in Constantinople or its environs. And it appears to have something to do with the famous Trencom nose.

It’s not enough for Edward to discover the death in his storyline; we get a flashback of the death of each man in their own chapters. This doesn’t stop Milton from repeating the details of the death as Edward discovers it. But at least he only tells us twice. A lot of other times, he tells the reader something a half-dozen times. Lord, I get it, would you move on, please?

He also feels the need to dwell lovingly on things like the flood in the cellar of the cheese-shop, the description of which, I kid you not, goes on for five pages. Five pages! I get it, move on! And whenever characters may be about to do something dangerous, like Edward’s wife going to confront the man who is following him, it steers off safely.

Not that there was any tension anyway, what with the happy ending being up front in the prologue and all. That, and the fact that the central mystery of the book is so easily guessible, makes the book utterly lack intrigue, and the characters don’t make up for it.

Meanwhile, the dialogue is incredibly dull, in that it is terribly realistic, the kind of banal things that people say every day. I’m not decrying real-life banal conversation – it’s not like I don’t participate – but it doesn’t belong in novels, which are supposed to be more interesting than day-to-day life. Though maybe fans of very gentle reality TV programs would like this touch.

I’ve spoken before about British humour. I suspect, given that this book was meant to be witty, that there’s more than one kind, and this kind is not my cup of tea.

Interested despite my review? Buy it from Fishpond.com.au, Australia’s biggest online bookstore. All their book prices are guaranteed better than Amazon and they do free delivery for orders over $50.


The Frog-Prince's Daughters
My new fantasy fiction book, The Frog Prince’s Daughters is now available in multiple formats, DRM-free, and to all regions at allromanceebooks.com. I should point out to strict romance fans that the romance part is a subplot.

It’s also on mobipocket.com, but there only in Mobipocket Reader format.

And you can find it at Smashwords and read the first 33 pages to see if you like it.

Coming soon to all your favourite ebook retailers…

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A charming young sorcerer is unwillingly drawn into a war between feuding brothers, one of whom rules the empire of Pheyarcet, a realm whose magic is sourced from fire, and the other of whom rules his own creation of water-powered Argylle but who bitterly believes the throne of Pheyarcert should be his. The young sorcerer learns a few things he probably didn’t need to know. That thread doesn’t really get going, however, until about halfway through.

The story opens with Prospero, the exiled brother, and the first stage of his plan to invade Pheyarcet, which is to create a bunch of people, much to the dismay of his daughter, Freia. Then we meet the young son of the Emperor, who has just been seduced and sent into magical sleep by a sorcerer (our main character, eventually) for purposes revealed a little later.

Oooh, a gay prince, how interesting in a fantasy novel, I thought. Never mind, he’s not a main character and that thread hardly reappears even when he gets to meet the sorcerer again. Let’s move on to Otto, a brusque and short-tempered prince who has eloped with a duchess and who plans to marry her and use her resources to restore his kingdom to independence from the Empire. I think he also loves her but it’s hard to tell. He keeps clashing with an irritating sorcerer who likes flirting with his betrothed. Again, it’s Dewar, our sorcerer, and he develops enough of a friendship with Otto to want to voluntarily help in this first fight and then go on to fight Prospero’s invasion forces.

So you’d think Otto’s an important character and that friendship is quite important. Nope, not really, he’s another thread that gets more or less dropped without bothering to resolve anything that might have been raised by Dewar’s fickleness. I really liked Dewar, but I liked Otto, too, and I wanted to see how things went between them as their friendship developed, but things went nowhere. He was basically a plot device to explain why Dewar gets involved in a war that doesn’t in any way concern him.

If you’re getting the impression I think this book’s unfocused, you’d be right. It really does have some interesting ideas, decent dialogue (though sometimes, especially in the flirting scenes, forced), and characters who had such potential to be really interesting and complex, but it just flits all over the damn place until it finally settles down and decides it’s going to be about Dewar and his ambiguous relationship to Prospero and Prospero’s daughter. Not with the gay prince and not with Otto and his wife, but Prospero – over halfway through the book. This is also then underdeveloped.

Part of the problem, too, was that this is actually the second book set in this world (though the first book appears to be set after the events of this one), but little allowance was made for readers new to the world. I don’t like to have information dumped on me (who does), but at the same time, having to work out whether place names refer to cities, countries, places inside the current kingdom, places in another world in the same universe, places in another universe (it’s got a few minor SF concepts like different universes; or at least the impression I got was that there were multiple worlds available within three universes but I could well have been wrong) was just really distracting and eventually annoying enough that I had to start ignoring it. Same with how Roads and Lays and etc were supposed to work. I gathered enough to understand that characters could travel faster than normal at times, and gave up on trying to work out the under-structure of the world setup.

A second part of the problem was that after all the faffing around in the first half, the second half settles well into the story and then just finishes really abruptly without resolving very much at all. Turns out there’s a third book to finish the story, but I was given nothing here to really want to bother enough with it to seek it out. I’m not sure whether it was a deliberate move to try to eke out the story so that a three-book series would result, but if so, it was a failed gambit.

I think this book would work best for those who had already read the first one, and wanted to hear more about the events that lead up to it and how popular characters met and so on; this two-volume prequel might suit them to a T. It doesn’t work for new readers because it is too reliant on you having read the first one. More information about the author and other books here.

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