Showing posts with label Phil Rickman. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 1 September 2015

Doctor Who Books Read and Heard, Part 19!



This post: treats from the eras of the 1st, 2nd,4th,  5th and 7th Doctors. 
A note on order.  Target Originals are not read in order of publication (which was all over the place), but in order of each Doctor, and each Doctor is read in order of their stories broadcast on TV.  However, I jump about in terms of which Doctor I read at any given time.  The Virgin New Adventures for Sylvester will be read in order; as will the BBC 8th Doctor series (as though they had been on TV, see?  I’m trying to get an arc flavour).  The BBC Past Doctors series and the Virgin Missing Adventures are simply read in terms of which one I fancy next, as they are stand alone adventures slotting in-between the TV ones.
Oh, and in case you forgot, I’ve taken to recording which books I read that are actual paper copies, and which are Kindle or other electronic.  I’m being social historical for my own benefit. I want to see how long it is before I just plug books straight into my brain, how many years before I’m a reading cyborg.

As always with these rambly reviews: OFTEN LARGE SPOILERS ON ALL BOOKS IMMINENT!!!!


1.    Doctor Who: Enlightenment, by Barbara Clegg (Target Original)
(5th Doctor.  At a total loss as to what to say about this one.  Except: I loved it on TV, thought it was a very original and odd idea, that felt natural and weird at the same time.  And then I read it and loved that too – a perfect carry over of the tone and style.  Barbara Clegg writes just as well in novel form as for TV script.  I loved to see Tegan confused and wrong-footed by Mariner’s unwanted attentions – her very genuine short-changing of him and no attempt to play games or even understand him, was so *her*.  And Turlough’s final unmasking and his choice of the Doctor in the end, his realisation that he truly liked and admired the Doctor – that was just as satisfying to read as it was to watch.  And of course, I can’t forget Wrack’s voluptuous greed, and Striker’s robotic detachment as performances, and as I read, I was seeing them again, so well cast as they were.  The whole thing was a bit of a fever dream, but written very clearly.  I really like this unlikely story. 

More and more as I read through Davison’s era, I realise I very much like the stories and angles he was given to work with; a shame that I didn’t enjoy him as the Doctor at the time, and good that I do now.  His abrupt and thoughtful manner I now find endearing, with Tegan and Turlough as perfect foils in their separate ways.  Image below from:
them0vieblog.com ACTUAL BOOK.)

2.   Doctor Who: The Dark Path, by David McIntee (Virgin Missing Adventures)
(2nd Doctor, Jamie, Victoria.  I am going to go right against the grain here. This is one of the hardest to locate and buy Missing Adventures, and it’s pricey.  It cost me a fair bit to get this book.  And I was really disappointed with it.  I’m aware this is one of the most highly regarded of the whole series, as it shows Roger Delgado’s Master, before he was the Master.  How he becomes the Master.  In this story he is called Koschei.

I’m a bit at a loss to explain why this one fell so completely flat for me.  To begin, the set up is painted extremely clearly.  I had been doing a huge Deep Space 9 binge before I started reading this one, and the terms used felt very up to date for the late 90s sci-fi; they fit right in.  The worlds of both Darkheart, a lost colony of Earth’s long gone Empire, and the various spaceships and their inhabitants felt competent and real.  I enjoyed a lot of the subsidiary characters: Captain Sherwin, the Pack Mother, the Adjudicator Hakkuth, Ipthiss, Salamanca…there were many beautifully drawn characters.  Different races: Draconian, Terileptilians [I have a feeling I just fudged that one!], and several other races familiar to us from other stories.  A Federation under strain, worries about an Empire reforming, power struggles played out in miniature but with huge consequences – these are all well done and familiar themes, all in play here.

In addition, Victoria is handled well in this story: even though she does spend a lot of time crying, wandering about lost and generally wishing she was not there, was somewhere safe – this is handled not as a matter of lazy characterisation, but as a prefacing of her attitudes in the story this story is supposed to come before: Fury From the Deep.  It shows her vulnerability, her uncertainty at why she is travelling.  She ends up with Koschei for much of the book, listening to his slow descent into…I am reluctant to say evil, and prefer to say misguided power craziness, and some of the time, she is deluded by him, some of the time she questions, but it all plays into her increasingly vulnerable state.

The Master’s birth here, enacted in the final chapter, and his friendship with the Doctor devaluing itself into a rivalry followed by enmity…again, well written and believable.  You can hear Roger Delgado talk, in these lines.  You can believe his attachment to his companion Ailla, and his distress at her ‘death’.  But…

Nonetheless, it all left me cold, I never really got into it, it took me 5 months on and off to read it.  There was much technobabble, many interesting techno lash ups from the Doctor [himself an umbrella wielding, hopping fool/genius – another good portrayal of Troughton’s oh so changeable Doctor], lots of changing sides and distrust and learning, on behalf of all the characters.  A particularly affecting scene where Sherwin has watched a battle and notes the beautiful colours of the weapon blasts, the silence of people just not being there any more, the way the ships blast open like eggshells, the people burned away in an instant.  Small not overdone moments.  Several scenes were this good.

And yet…I was relieved to finish it.  Despite the characters being involving, interesting and sympathetic, the plot being coherent and twisty…I was not involved.  I was not happy to go back to the book, I was feeling no emotion concerning the fate of these well written characters.  Usually, a book fails for me if I don’t feel caring for the characters.  It can have no plot and I’m ok if I am involved with the characters and want to hang out with them.  Same with plot – it can be silly or sublime, and if I am happy with it, I can rattle along.  Both these elements were present: good characters and a clever and interesting plot.  There was no excessive cruelty or excessive sentimentality to annoy me.  The writing was measured, intelligent and on occasion moving.  Yet I was unmoved by the experience of the book as a whole, and happy to see the back of it.  I really am at a loss to explain that.  Will sell, so someone else can enjoy.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
3.   Doctor Who: Colditz, by Steve Lyons (Big Finish Monthly Plays, no.)
(
7th Doctor. This was a solid and workmanlike WW2 story.  I’m sure I’ve commented before that the historicals seem to work particularly well in Doctor Who, both on TV and via audio.  Just something that seems to work well as a genre splice: time travel and past events, locations.  On top of that, there seems to be a neverending fascination with WW2 that I am sometimes interested by and sometimes at a loss to explain.  Not to say its unimportant at all, just to say there are lots of other events we could continually return to as pivotal, but we seems to less so than with this one.  I am not a big fan of war films, though a few classics usually divert me [am particularly a fan of the scene in A Bridge Too Far where the completely outnumbered English are met by a larger German delegation and ask if they have come to offer their surrender, apologising they don’t have enough men to take them all prisoner; I think it was simply the whimsical jet black humour of that that I fell for].

The atmosphere here feels very like a classic war film: the officers duty is to try to escape; there’s lots of appropriate sounding music; lots of filmic sounding Germanic accents, and cut glass upper class tones.  These sound particularly nice against Ace’s relentless informality, earnestness and irreverence, especially when dealing with the German officers.  You wonder whether you would actually feel that insouciant were you really in that situation: regardless of who won the war and you know it, the fact is, it isn’t over yet and you are in 1944, not 1945, and whilst people do escape from Colditz, there you are, in a maximum security prison.  Being spunky cos that’s your character remit; trying to escape, cos that’s what you’d do. 

That’s why I said this is workmanlike – there’s nothing surprising or wrong footing or layered about any of the characters or their reactions to things.  We aren’t surprised when the German lady turns out to be from a dimension where the Germans occupy England, this seems like the sort of thing that would happen in this story. I wish this story had been written by Kate Orman – then we would have had some insight into why the characters are as they are, and why Ace decides to be grown up and be Dorothy McShane for no apparent reason, and seems so sad at the end…it wouldn’t have just been a story, a yarn, it would have been a story that made us think.

However, within the workmanlike aspects is David Tennant, being quite evil and doing a very good German accent – I didn’t recognise him and was impressed when I checked the credits at the end; and Tracey Childs as Klein sounds wonderful.  There’s some very Sylvester exchanges with Klein about the nature of genocide and do the ends justify the means etc.  All the things you’d expect from a war film of a certain era…I didn’t love this, but it passed the time pleasingly.  I had the feeling though, that it COULD have been great, were it written a little more thoughtfully.  ON DOWNLOAD.)
4.   Doctor Who: The Death Pit, by A.L. Kennedy (short story in the digitally individually released ‘Time Trips’ series)
(4th Doctor.  I was a bit discombobulated by the style of this story.  I’m a great fan of unnecessary extra words in sentences myself [as I am sure you are all tired of knowing].  So is A.L. Kennedy, and until I got into her rhythm, I found it annoying.  Until I found it charming.

In this story, set in a golf course in Arbroath, Tom Baker, all very much teeth and hair here, has his mind interfered with by a creature that we eventually discover has been accidentally augmented/ mutated by one of the other subsidiary characters.  There’s some nice phraseology here:  “all his thoughts seemed a bit sticky, or clumped, or hairy, like boiled sweets left in a jacket pocket”. This needs fixing, as the creature is grumpy, due to feeling too much rage.  The solution is saccharinely new Who style [yes, I am again remembering that dreadful cyberman episode where the cybermen were defeated by lurve], but in this case it is relevant as the creatures malady is emotional.  So it does work.  Tom Baker decrees: “we need to love it.  We need to be very very fond of it indeed.”

At base, to climb on a totally unbidden soapbox, I think this would work on everyone on Earth, even people like IS…but I’m too scared to even try it.  Hence partly the reason is doesn’t work!  Yet.  We’re all too scared to try being gentle and kind; this is 8/10s of the Earth’s problems I reckon. If we showed each other more observable kindness, genuine kindness, we probably wouldn’t behave so shittily to one another so often, treating each other as repositories or obstacles to/for greed, destruction, selfishness.  And there endeth the Simplicistic Sermon. Er…

Once you get into this style, this story is sweet and self contained.  The companionless Doctor spends most of the story admiring Bryony and humans in general, and talking in a very Douglas Adams era way, playful and bantery.  It’s a light, verging on superficial story.  Also quirky, amusing and gentle.  ON KINDLE.)
5.   Doctor Who: The Anti-Hero, by Stella Duffy (short story in the digitally individually released ‘Time Trips’ series)
(2nd Doctor. This is set in the Museum of Alexandria. An odd story.  The Doctor, along with Zoe and Jamie arrive to view the library, to find some mechanical Muses have been created, which are amplifying whatever their chosen quality is – people are falling about laughing, the Doctor uncontrollably; being moved to tears by poetry, of which Jamie starts writing an epic example, and Zoe can suddenly dance expertly, ecstatically.

The cause of all this chaos is a magician and illusionist called Hero, who has created the Muses as an experiment in thought control.  The actual real Muses are not very happy about this misuse of the idea of themselves, especially since Hero is powering the wood and metal pretend Muses with actual human hearts.  [Indeed, it makes no sense.] The real Muses, who are aliens of course, come once called by the Doctor, with Zoe’s help, and rebuke Hero, bringing back to life anyone killed by the experiments. This story was so slight as to almost not be there.  Zoe was characterised well, but the story just seemed to roll off me, in a bit of a meh way.  ON KINDLE.)
6.   Doctor Who: A Big Hand for the Doctor, by Eoin Colfer (BBC 50th Anniversary short stories, released singly)
(1st Doctor. The Doctor has been given a bio-hybrid hand and isn’t happy with it.  It’s also a woman’s hand complete with long red fingernails.  He wants a flesh and blood one.  His original hand has been taken by a Soul Pirate – disreputable creatures who use drugs to kidnap and confuse children.  They then drain their brains and dismember them, using all till none is left and every scrap used for something.  Murderous space Wombles, sort of. In this story, the Doctor is hunting them, hence the hand loss.

He gets back from getting the temporary hand to find that Susan too has been kidnapped by them, whilst looking after some at risk children.  Oddly, this is the third story in a row I’ve read where people are controlled by visions, illusions and emotional states created for them by an outside agent..  these ones are overwhelming and lurid, and easier to live within than stopping actual bad things from happening.  Quite timely and appropriate in this world.  [I read an article the other day where Alan Moore criticized the current obsession for superhero films with grown-ups, stating these creatures are meant for children and are a hangover of the last century, stopping people from engaging with vital issues in today’s world, by immersing themselves in understanding vast fictional universes, where evils are constantly and cathartically reversed – while we do nothing in actuality.  Obviously that can apply to all readers too, in a way.  It’s a hard criticism, and one we should all think about; whether we have the right balance between resting and escapism, and dealing with the things in our parts of the world that need addressing.]

Anyhow, the doctor single-handedly [pun, sigh] saves Susan and the children, and defeats the space recyclers.  In a little denouement, an author saw these events: children rising in stardust, a pirate battling a man with a hook for a hand…and he went on to re-do these events in a famous story.  I wasn’t terribly impressed here.  ON KINDLE.)
7.   Doctor Who: Primeval, Lance Parkin (Big Finish Monthly, no 26)
(
5th Doctor.  For the first time in a while, with these lone stories, I’m feeling a sort of story being patched in thematically between them.  In this one Nyssa is ill and has been taken to Traken, to see if her own healers can do anything for her.  This illness hasn’t just come from nowhere, which is why its ok to have her ill with no explanation at the very beginning of the 1st episode: it echoes her unsteadiness in Four to Doomsday, and then again in The Mutant Phase, the earlier Big Finish play.  It even helps to explain why Nyssa had to sleep during Kinda.  [Don’t we fans love that – retro continuity, explaining what was doubtless a funding decision at the original classic era?!  I’m happy to buy it as this explanation is less annoying and lazy for me, an annoyingly in some ways perfectionist fan!]  The Doctor consults the TARDIS’s information stores, which indicate that the best ever healer on Traken lived eons before Nyssa: before there were ever Keepers.  Shayla is the name of the healer: really well portrayed by Susan Penhaligon.  She thinks Nyssa is possessed – this is long before the Trakenites were scientific.  

There are various things in this quiet story that make it a good listen.  Odd bits of silly character stuff: Nyssa teaches a fellow character how to Charleston, and when the Doctor comes in, he notes sniffily that the “mark of a gentleman is that he knows how to Charleston – and doesn’t”, before going off to do useful things.  The way the story eventually falls out – neatly coming round to how the first Keeper came to be, is satisfying.  I don’t want to spoiler the story, so won’t say anymore. This play was neither epic, nor incredibly well-written – but it was well played and listenable, and filled a retro hole, explaining some things about Nyssa and Traken, in to my mind, a pleasing way.  It had good characterisation. Yes, it could have shown more fire, I suppose – but as an undramatic but well characterised entry, I was pleased with it.  ON DOWNLOAD.)


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As a slight change to scheduled programming - the next Dr Who post will be a Special - not the afore-promised Companions Special, which I still haven't finished, but a Tom Baker Special, since I have a craving, recently, to do lots more Tom.  You know the feeling - must have more teeth and hair and that smile.  That scarf.  Those companions of his.  Anyway - the next Doctor post, when it comes, will be lots of him, both book and audio. 

  There's been a summer holiday hiatus - with the ferrying back and forth of the ever more needing to be happily occupied Fluffhead, hence this post containing so many short stories and audio instead of meaty books.  And then there was a complete loss of self on my part in first Sons of Anarchy, then Breaking Bad (yes I am aware I am many years late to both - its on purpose), followed by quite a lengthy fixation on the Phil Rickman Merrily Watkins book series (do go and check that out, well worth a read if you are into horror, or ghosty things, or theology, or psychology, or mysticism, or folklore, or British countryside as a creepy thing...or just damn well written characters...and I've just found out they are going to ruin it for TV...they better not get it wrong!).  And then of course, the infernal job hunting I'm doing - so that I keep feeling there's no point even starting to write anything as any minute I will have no more time ever again, between work and childcare.  But you know, I shall be less catastrophic and take it day by day, and keep on trucking here..  Writing about books and films and occasionally, *me*.  You poor souls.

Anyway, till next time, which hopefully won't have such a startling gap as a Whole Month!




Monday, 6 October 2014

Books I have read this year THAT ARE NOT SCI-FI !!! The Other Ones...



 Sorry for the Amazon pic here - I don't have the book anymore and couldn't find another pic of it anywhere - the link 'look inside' bit won't work, go to Amazon if you want to buy it...



Just occurred to me, while I was pottering about and pondering this week’s blog post, that I have 4 on the go (which is a bit unprecedented for me, so many at once), but none are done…so I wondered what else I was working on, as I was convinced there was something else, and despite my usually very sensible filing methods, I couldn’t find it.  Turned out this was because I was simply assuming I would remember to make a doc of it at some point, and was waiting till late in the year to do it, because it was part of a doc I work on all year – all the books I read (so I don’t end up reading things twice; or when an old senile lady with my 50 cats and purple hats, I don’t forget I used to read at all).  This post would be scouring that doc for all the books I read that are NOT DOCTOR WHO.  I put that in big caps, as the readathon is so immense, you’d be forgiven for thinking that’s mostly all I read.  I have read more Dr Who this year than anything else (which makes it my most sci-fi fantasy year EVER), but I have had the odd moment to read other things…in fact, I do it often, to sort of cleanse my palette before going back for more of the enjoyable readathon.  I love series’s best of all books, feeling secure and comfy with variations on ‘more of the same’…then suddenly I’ll feel discontented and want something totally different.  I am a faddy thing.  Hence I have many many books yet unread, all sitting around like a patient Library of Joy.  So lets see what I managed to read this year that did not include the good Doctor…obviously, this is just a selection, cos I have read quite a bit of crap (oh the joy of fluff reading too!) and I won’t put ALL those here, as you all have your own taste in fluff and don’t need my help!  But I’ll leave some of the romances and girl epics here.

  1. To Walk a Pagan Path, by Alaric Albertsson
    (This started off very promisingly, with some good solid suggestions of daily practices to incorporate, and some good information on Saxon practices in particular.  Until…I suddenly started to get the opinion that unless I kept bees, made mead, did loads of bread baking and other pagan crafts I couldn’t really be pagan at all…I don’t have time for many of these things.  It was odd – one minute the book was suggesting 15 minutes of meditation a week was a very small therefore ridiculously easy commitment to keep; the next something in incredible depth, an hour a day. I know it only went into all the depth for those that have time and want to connect more, but I started feeling tired and half-hearted and half arsed by all I could be doing and won’t be.  For this reason, the first 3rd of the book gets 5 stars and I’d keep it.  But I’d sell the rest, and since that’s 2/3rds, I’ll be making notes on the first bit and selling the rest.  The info is useful, but I seriously doubt I’ll ever have time to act on it, so away it goes for someone with no children who lives on an organic smallholding or similar…ACTUAL BOOK.)
  2. 32 Candles, by Ernessa T. Carter
    (Damn good book.  Found by chance through browsing.  A very sad black Southern teen searches for her Molly Ringwald ending (a la the Brat Pack film 16 Candles, in case you’re missing the reference), grows up and eventually in the very last paragraph, gets it.  But what a hell of a lot between those 2 points.  In both action and tone, it’s a book of 2 halves.  I loved both halves and I loved all the characters.  Davie, the heroine is brilliant – even her various revenges are explicable and excellent – her character does bad things for the right reasons, and good things for the wrong ones.  The dialogue is excellent too – Nicky her first longtime boyfriend and the Club manager is a great creation.  The whole thing is 20/10.  Best random find in 100 years – I wish this author had written or will go on to write a hell of a lot more.  This is YA book that is just as easily read by me,age 43, and not one iota does it feel like a teen book – it’s age defiant. ON KINDLE.)
  3. The Touch, by Julie Myerson
    (Thinking I may have to stop reading Julie Myerson’s books for all she’s brilliant and an exceptionally good writer.  Too too real, too too sad.  This one ended up with my favourite character getting beaten to death in a park the way Bill Sykes beat Nancy to death in Oliver, with a silver topped cane.  And only now I’ve finished the book do I feel the horror of Frank as a character – horrible strapping overtly physical aggression.  And the Jesus Saves madness.  Actually sickening as a character.  And all the others, so small and sad.  I thinks she’s really a quite depressed person, Julie Myerson – book after book she writes these sad characters.  Yet I see her on Newsnight Review and she seems fine…weird.  Also much sideways reference to the small incidents in life people see as psychic e.g. knowing you have to leave a place before an accident etc – these incidents aren’t analyzed, just mentioned and passed along, forming the backdrop for a book concerned with the before and after of a supposed ‘miracle’…that is also never made clear one way or the other.  A very interesting and VERY disturbing book indeed.  [Months after I finished it, I was still reliving the murder of a character I had come to love at the end; such a well realised scene, and so pointless, the killing.]  Hmmm.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  4. Nothing Bad Ever Happens in Tiffanys, by Marian Keyes
    (This was a Penguin 70s book, a small collection of some of her essays unpublished elsewhere.  She has a marvellous conversational tone, and reading her cheered me up on an otherwise turgid day.  I do love the way she talks.  And after I had just been traumatised by Julie Myerson, this was a good antidote – not frivolous, not stupid ‘girly’ light: simply a remembrance and a soft humoured appreciation of the good things, the funny things, the quirks of people.  Sometimes I seem to feel that I must swim in very serious waters all the time – and there’s certainly enough of it about, I could drown…but why do I think that? The earth and its people are not all bad or in trouble; sometimes its fine to just do the reading equivalent of drink a coffee, and watch people, without imagining the worst all the time. Marian Keyes’s essays have this observational warm and dry tone perfectly.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  5.  If You Prefer A Milder Comedian, Please Ask For One, EP, by Stewart Lee!
    (I can never write a good review of Stewart Lee.  I can never really explain why his making me laugh at what is and isn’t funny and why that is so brilliant.  A bit like people hate it when I don’t laugh at their jokes and then I explain why I didn’t get it and how I think it could have been funnier, for me.  It falls flat for them.  And yet, when Stewart Lee does it, it feels both angry and affectionate and I love it.  Also, he is a very good writer.  His tone is about more than humour, it’s about how to be a person with generous but discerning values in a commercial, biased and twisty world.  It’s very principled work.  And it made me laugh out loud many times while reading. ACTUAL BOOK.)
  6. The Wine of Angels, by Phil Rickman
    (The first in his Merrily Watkins series.  A female vicar stranded in the middle of a folk horror made by Hammer or Amicus circa 1975!  It had a lot of the elements I like in a story: the country, the supernatural, the magic, the paganism, and the strong but flawed female and male characters.  I think the apple bit was overdone – I felt like a ripe red apple was exploding out of the book at me!  But I’ll read the next one – if only to see how Lol’s possible romance with the alarmingly Time Traveller-like Merrily goes.  Very readable.  ON KINDLE.)
  7. Midwinter of the Spirit, by Phil Rickman (Merrilly Watkins series)
    (Well.  This started very well indeed, and became quite creepy, involving and scary in places [the stuff with the fey girl Moon, and the haunting of Merrilly via the magically charged suit – shiver].  Then I began to suspect that all of these books are going to be, not an examination of Christianity in tension with paganism, but veiled Christian apologetics, where paganism is always going to end up the baddie.  Which rather pisses me off, specially as the books are well written.  Athena White, the elderly expert on witchcraft and Western Ritual Magic is an excellent new addition.  The ending rather annoyed me – the wielding of a huge cross attempting to do an exorcism in a cathedral in front of hundreds of people…for some reason, I require a degree of reality with my supernatural horror/ detection.  The way Merrily is always on the verge of losing her job yet doesn’t is skated over; the way Lol suddenly out of nowhere grew a pair in this book was also not examined.  So all that was VERY annoying.  But I read the book in 3 days and would read the next; indeed, cos I had an omnibus edition, I have started reading the next, already…ON KINDLE.)
  8. The Key to It All, by Joanna Rees
    (This was a book club book, read in an effort to stop reading scifi all the time in my obsessive fashion.  I would not have picked this book up by myself, I would have judged its cover and let it be.  It had a very interesting if flawed premise: that people received a key, that seemed to be something of a legend.  Some people had never heard of it; but some people had – it unlocked wealth and riches, you show it and people just give you stuff.  Restaurants and such.  How could a lowly doorman know about an elite key?  And if the lowly doorman knows, why didn’t everyone?  And why wasn’t it a scandal?  It had a nice semi complicated plot, a train robbery, some varied characters, somebody trying to do a good thing but because it was shrouded in secrecy, it became sinister for some of them and brought out their worst side.  Was a lesson in being honest in your dealings with people.  I felt the ending was rushed and flawed. Nice to see Mack the train robber get away – but also silly.  And Kamiko had some odd scenes and some sordid references; it was a strange direction to take possibly the most interesting character.  People’s idea of wealth and luxury baffled me – it seemed to be all about yachts and drugs and clothes – celeb culture, nothing more…no one started a charity or even did ONE good thing with the money…It was enjoyable and pacey and I read it in a couple of days, but was left with a feeling that it could have explored a whole lot more about moral choices and our society’s received values than it did.  Disappointed at the end.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  9.  A Crown of Lights, by Phil Rickman (Merrilly Watkins series)
    (The weakest so far in the Merrily Watkins series.  I didn’t really care about poor dead Menna and the lawyer WJ Weal; I didn’t really care about Judith Prosser and her fetish for victimised people.  Which was sad, as this was the main premise of the story, the big lead in.  I found the introduction of a pagan couple interesting till they had one of them losing faith and slowly becoming Christian again over the course of the book and the other a romantic but oddly weak man.  The fundamentalist preacher, Ellis – even he was no one in particular, just a nutter.  There were a lot of odd characters.  Merrilly’s daughter Jane and her boyfriend Eirion seemed to be round the edges purely for getting in trouble value; and Lol, my favourite character, was absent on a course, the whole book.  It was very readable, but lacked any real involvement for me, or any real climax.  Skilfully written, but disappointing.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  10. The Midnight Rose, by Lucinda Riley
    (This was an epic doorstop of a book, quite a wrencher.  Anahita was a beautiful creation: her calm voice was marvellous narration.  And I liked the info about Ayurveda.  Towards the end I began to be very irritated with Maud Astley – as I generally get irritated with SuperVillains.  One woman causing So Much Trouble – why didn’t someone just kill her, for gods sake??  The thing that upset me towards the end of this brilliant book, was the fate of Moh, the lovely child.  I really felt for him, taken from his mother, and his father killed in front of him; and then Anahita left all her life not knowing what had happened to her son?  What I didn’t get was that with all the Maharani’s influence etc – why didn’t *someone* believe Anahita that her son was still alive, and search for him?  This could have been done, surely?  I found all that very upsetting.  As was the sudden turn to Hammer horror and 70s psychological drama, with the secret of Lord Astbury – that was well done, but needless melodrama nonetheless.  This was an exceptional book – marred, for me, by the handling of those 2 issues.  I object to being heartwrenched to that degree, especially on the subject of children.  I was thinking I would read all her other books, but I might have a quick check to see if there’s massive child trauma in any of the others before I do – I don’t like child cruelty in horror, or anywhere.  I’m well aware it happens, I’m well aware there are awful things that go on – I don’t need to think about it in my escapist time; it does no good. ACTUAL BOOK.)
  11. Cocktails for Three, by Madeleine Wickham (aka Sophie Kinsella)
    (Madeleine Wickham is Sophie Kinsella’s earlier incarnation, slightly more serious than the glib and addictive Shopaholic series et al for which she later justly became known.  She’s just as good a writer in these. This was so well done for a chick lit – the structure was flawless – after I finished it I wanted to tear the book up, highlight it, mark it in sections of Act 1, Act 2 and Act 3.  Notice all the bits of character development; how the characters were perfectly different and bounced off each other so well…it was the work of a real professional.  And not schmaltzy, nor treacly – particularly the character that had just had a baby and wasn’t coping so well, I really empathized with her overtired paranoia and need for self time.  The ending was a trifle too neat and lovely considering the degree of mental anguish the 3 characters had put each other through, albeit due to misunderstanding – but maybe it’s only me who does not forgive and forget so easily?  Not sure.  But a very neat, tidy, well written palette cleanser, which I read after the rather overheated – but equally fun and readable Midnight Flower.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  12. Are you Him? By Paul Darrow (autobiography)
    (Avon in Blakes 7 – in case I should EVER forget.  It took me over a year to read this.  I kept stopping for a million other things.  It started off really well, his early life reminiscences and his rather louche style sat well.  Then it seemed to get a bit repetitive and bitty.  By the time I picked it up near the end, all I was getting was lots of small chapters that seemed to really go nowhere; an alarming amount of affectionate sexism, and the feeling that he had a word count to complete.  What started off well petered out a bit.  Shame, as I was really enjoying it and the insight to Paul Darrow’s character.  A good actor indeed, as he comes off more interesting and varied in his parts than he does in his writing of himself.  He clearly has a huge love for film and theatre – maybe I’ll try one of his novels?  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  13. Shadow Woman, by Linda Howard
    (A very good novel.  A study in paranoia masquerading as a romantic thriller.  Really it could have been about someone with a mental illness; as it was, it was about someone having undergone a brain wipe starting to remember their previous life as a black ops operative and realising their memory is triggering an assassination attempt on themselves.  Cue the handsome black ops ex lover come to save her.  It sounds absolutely stupid, but was calmly and rivetingly written.  It fizzled out a bit at the end – which was how we know it really was a romance, because they usually do this, but this is a romance writer about to break genre entirely I think.  She’ll ditch romance and become a thriller writer, I suspect.  I’ve read this author before, a while ago, but nothing I’ve enjoyed as much as this.  ON KINDLE.)
  14. Tempting Fate, by Jane Green
    (In which, bad things happen and are related so convincingly, and there is a happy ending which is sort of wish fulfilment, as I don’t see that happening in real life; and yet, very enjoyable.  All very readable and wonderful – except this: “You’re supposed to feel that way.  That’s what parenthood is.  It’s utterly selfless.  You put your own thoughts and feelings and desires aside, without even being aware of doing it, and you put your children first.” [p.315] RIGHHHHT!!!  So I’m Officially A Shit Mother, as declared by the Paragon of Perfection Jane Green.  Hmmm.  I mean, of course that’s how it should work, but unless you are 100% secure, have no fear of lost time or lost opportunities, then…you are not going to be able to put yourself ALL to one side, for however long.  Bullshit.  I call bullshit.  I might be a rare one in standing up to say I find motherhood often unsatisfying cos I have many things I want and need to do for myself, I am not Just A Care Unit…but – I suspect a lot of people feel like me and keep quiet about it, for fear of judgement.  Apart from that unalloyed statement of an Ideal rather than the Messy Reality most of us live in, I liked this book a lot.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  15. Man of My Dreams, Short Story Anthology by Sherrilyn Kenyon, Maggie Shayne, Suzanne Forster and Virginia Kantra
    (This was restful.  I really needed some Sherrilyn Kenyon, I was in the mood for her tone – and she delivered exactly, I really enjoyed her story.  Anyone who has read her will know the tone I mean: perky, grumpy, sassy characters, exceptional banter, very vivid as usual.  The Maggie Shayne story didn’t quite do it for me though it was good; I think I was still in the Kenyon zone.  The Suzanne Forster story spent too much time dwelling on an attaché case and lost me quite early on.  The Virgina Kantra story was sweet, a bit strange and very readable.  Made me feel I might try some of her other books – so new author discovered.  That makes the purpose of this anthology fulfilled in life: short bites of people you like already plus discovery.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  16. No Mercy, by Sherrilyn Kenyon (Dark Hunter World 19)
    (The Dev and Samia story.  It was ok, as ever I love the wit, but there’s something about this series that is starting to feel a bit rushed and over imagined – not as in depth with the characters as previously.  There is such a vast universe peopling her books, and other characters seem to pop up constantly, getting their storylines prepared for subsequent books, its distracting – as are the fact that lots of the characters are starting to sound and look like each other [guys, you can’t ALL wear black leather or black jeans all the time].  I’m still enjoying the series, but it doesn’t have the fire it used to. ACTUAL BOOK.)
  17. The Séance, by Heather Graham
    (This one I read in bed on and off for about 4 months.  Sometimes it held me and sometimes it didn’t.  It suffered from 2 problems these sorts of American romance thrillers suffer from – on the one hand, a love of overly gross forensic detail – vaginal trauma to the victims, fine in a regular thriller, but somehow all the wrong tone anywhere near a romance unless it’s played differently to this; and second, a strange clinical stopping short of the worst excesses a serial killer like this should have had – a flawed characterisation of the, in this case, 2 villains.  They just felt cardboard cut-out, I didn’t understand them or their motivation at all.  I am aware these 2 problems conflict and I’m not sure how I’d sort them, other than changing the whole tone of the way I would have written this story if I had to, were it me.  But I don’t think I would have written this exact story because the whole idea of Beau coming back as a ghost to help solve the murders he was framed for was a bit hokey.  As was the excessive emphasis on family and groupings – another factor of American romances, and one that makes them very establishment.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  18.  Retribution, by Sherilyn Kenyon (Dark Hunter World 20)
    (This started off slow, became quite epic and good and then all the incessant Buffalo and Coyote and Butterfly stuff started to really irritate me and I skimmed to the end.  Interesting – written differently, this for me, could have been one of her best, but it came off, just…too long and intense in the wrong places.  I wonder why the ending of so many of these American romances, even something as OUT THERE as Sherrilyn Kenyon can be, is having a baby?  Like that’s the be all and end all of your relationship.  It used to be Getting Married; now it’s Having a Baby, or two.  I’m not sure if this is societal conditioning, the idea that happiness and perfection have been reached when this happens – as we even had a bonus scene of Acheron’s baby getting born, all very dramatic and was relevant to his plotline ongoing; but…I find the emphasis on these massive family groupings and having children…sort of…sexist?  Retrograde?  The women are so kickarse, yet they all end up breeders…do they have nannies?  As you can’t be kickarse without having a fake TV/book baby in real life – a child takes up 100% more or less, of your available life…no more kickarse for you, females…do you see what I mean??  It’s odd.  They must have home help.    ACTUAL BOOK.)
  19.   South of the Border, West of the Sun, by Haruki Murakami
    (While this was brilliantly written as usual, spare and gorgeous – as well as absolutely littered with little bits of trueness about life and love…I liked this the least of any of his books I have read.  At bottom, it was a book about a man prepared to throw away everything for an attempt to find something he lost a long time ago.  Perhaps because I understand that, I wanted to yell at him to stop and appreciate what he has now.  I’ve blown my own life apart in the past doing exactly this; and so far I’ve been lucky, it worked out.  But the oddness of Shimamoto, her complete lack of history, and her distant self enclosedness; these things make me think it wouldn’t have worked and he would have ended up more lost than ever and kicking himself. He ends up patching things up with his astonishingly non histrioinic wife, and I was left thinking, as usual, that his books are a dream of interactions, rather than actual interactions.  Fluid snapshots of unreal moments narrated by a sleepwalker.  I found his selfishness understandable and also almost moronic - which is very strong coming from me; I am often self-interest personified.  ACTUAL BOOK.)
  20.  Oxford Menace, by Veronica Stallwood
    (Latest in the ever readable Kate Ivory series.  The thing I liked best about this was…no, the 2 things: Kate’s usual distance and objectivity combined with a healthy self interest, plus the end – I think Ms Stallwood ended really nicely.  It was left with Kate almost in the same situation in which she began the book.  A sort of stalemate with her boyfriend where they might get married, move to a bigger house, have children…and she is unsure of all, especially the latter.  Kate Ivory takes things as they come, while never turning off her calculations: I mightily respect this plastic realism she has.  I wish the series didn’t stop soon; it’s my favourite crime series!  The actual detection and character based part of the novel concerned vivisection and animal rights; Kate Ivory was a bit on the opposing side to me about the issue, but then she would be, it’s the kind of person she is – and a triumph of character creaton that I can SO disagree with a heroine and yet still adore her! ACTUAL BOOK.)


 

Now, should anyone be under the false impression that I only read Boy Book sci fi, let that collection of small amounts of litfic, and large amounts of pulpy chicklit prove you wrong.  And if you wonder where all the history books are - man, they are LONG, they are still on the pile of books I’m reading.  Never rush a history book, or you’ll miss something important that could change your understanding of everything, you know…