Sunday 31 May 2015

Anthony Ryan- Blood Song, chronique



Hype, hype, hype! I think sometimes we’re so hungry for proper good fantasy stuff that when appealing crumbs do come out, we make a whole meal out of them.
All right, I must admit, considering the amount of fantasy crap out there, this is a good book. I enjoyed reading it, I want to know what will happen next, and I will go on reading the next ones. Hence, I’d give it a four stars out of 5 rating because I truly believe it deserves no less. That being said, I had major issues while reading and I'm pointing them out because, in fact, they really prevented me from loving it. So, let's not dwell on positive points here. I can’t say I thought about the book much when it was closed and I was off doing something else. These are the reasons why:

The writing: though that’s really not important to me, I agree with the comma issue other reviewers found and I wonder to what extent the translated versions improved readers’ opinions of the book by adopting the correct grammar in their own language. My mother, for instance, read it in French and did not seem to find any comma issue… that’s just plain cheating!

The fantasy: unfortunately, as we leave part I, Blood Song starts to read more and more like our world and less and less like fantasy. Sometimes, Ryan spends so much time exploring his supporting intrigue of religion and political and moral power that he seems to forget to actually invest in the fantasy. As did others, I found a problem in the lack of world description. I mean, without Ryan ever saying so, we can assume they’re white, live in a western type of world and so on…But, so what, where are the traditional and much hated landscape descriptions? The maps are richer than the text in giving us clues to their world. World description, world-building, stronger mythopoeia are needed for a book of this size and three things Ryan should seriously invest in. Particularly since we spend so much time in the same place with, we suppose, dark surrounding woods where assassins creep; and later we roam across three different lands, for Fantasy’s sake! Really, just for the sake of the atmosphere, we need some adjectives here. 

The scenes:  the whole book is good but its 5 parts are not always even in quality, though that’s understandable if Ryan took 6 years to write it. Despite this, I can’t think of a chapter that really stands out because it’s full of suspense, or drama, or sex, or whatever. Even past their childhood years, there’s very little talk of sensuality (the one sex scene is passed over), and worse, not enough humour, fun or gratifying scenes where you go YES! I know that sounds teenage-ish but, part of the good stuff in reading fantasy is that you’re bound to get taboos a little slighted in a way that would be more seriously considered in novels. Here you get none of it. I think I’ve laughed three times across 730 pages; the violent scenes left me unshaken (except for the early unnerving abuse scenes, and yes, I call that abuse!); and the scary scenes were not that scary. Taken one by one, the scenes are not that interesting (except the boys’ discussion bits, generally good). The only thing that really marked my mind was the repetitious beating with the cane.
Most noticeable, the battle scenes move far too quickly. The attack on the High Keep, for instance, is the matter of a chapter, and marching across the Realm was just another. Even the Alpiran Empire battles are quite short. And why? Well, because Vaelin does not intervene in those battles, despite being a warrior legend: not in the keep, not in Alltor, nor in Marbellis or Untesh.
All of this undermines the importance of those moments, and thereby of Vaelin’s legend. It’s as if Ryan wanted us to feel for Vaelin, what he’s going through and such, but never really took the time to show us what he is going through. The author tells us Vaelin feels pain, but I don’t really see it. He seems so indifferent to everything and when events do end tragically, they are swept over by the next chapter.  

The weird treatment of violence: as noted above, the violence lacks where it should be present, but abounds where it’s uncalled for… If the boys did not agree so easily with the routine of their beating and constant lies and ideology on the part of the Orders (granted they’re only boys but they seem clever enough in noticing other stuff), I’d feel more for them when they do complain of unfairness. We need tears here, the narration demands it, but I can’t cry at the many hardships they encounter, though I’ll cry in front of any stupid movie. There’s too much hardship for their easy acceptance of it, yet too little actual sufferance on their parts to make us feel for them. That’s another thing, too! The amount of caning here is unlikely for the little damage it seems to do. Broken nose, broken ribs, and whatnot, and none of them seems to keep those marks in their later years? Hum.
Ryan seems to confuse strength with violence, hardship with effort, and to take a voyeuristic pleasure in presenting the hardness of the boys’ education as the only way to make them strong. A lot of show to gain our sympathy, not a lot of the judgement which is supposed to follow the first movement of sympathy. There’s nothing bitterly tragic about giving and taking in constant caning and I’m sure all people out there who suffer abuse of some sort would agree with this! This neutral “yeah so I took a beating but I was strong so I did not say/do a thing” attitude, with a lot of description of blood and so on, is very immature in a book. What’s more, that attitude sticks, even in his adult life. Past the first time, Vaelin does not condemn it anymore; it’s ok, it’s just part of life, he’s content with shrugging his shoulders. He just shrugs his shoulders a lot, don’t he?, or at least that’s how I see him. Hum, not very heroic. It devalues Vaelin completely because it gives him the conscience of a sheep: he just does whatever anybody else does and, given the impact of his education on him, it’s a wonder he has any independence of mind left in him at all. It’s almost contradictory that he should betray his Faith so easily with the Denier thingy (perhaps that’s his mother’s voice there, while the blind acceptance is his father’s…).
I know Ryan wants to show how a child comes to accept and identify with his education, no matter how wrong and fanatical it can be, but reading his narration just makes me feel as if Ryan had come to accept it too. So, which is it? Does he sympathize or cane them some more? The reader criticizes where the author and the characters admire. I understand the concept of nuance Ryan wanted to gratify his characters with; I just think the book is weirdly sprinkled with it. When there’s ambivalence, it never goes much further than a simple shaking of the head; it never amounts to much. 

The hero: So far, Vaelin doesn’t have much personality. He’s rough, ill-tempered, indifferent, but that’s it. What are his tastes, his particularities, his flaws and qualities beyond the sword? It’s difficult to feel pain for him when he loses someone along his path of tragic destiny, yet, easy to feel for the lost person: clearly, we are not close enough to him. Who is he? A nobody really. And to me, that never fares well in fantasy. His not-as-heroic-as-the-writer-would-have-it thingy is a big issue because, despite the fact that we follow him all throughout, I can’t get attached. He doesn’t annoy me or anything; he leaves me pretty indifferent (which might be worse).
The character is too much of a hero, without having the shine to live up to it. Why should he be the hero of this tale? Why not Frentis or Dentos or Northa? I still don’t know, outside of the obvious fact he was given a power. More could have been invested in building and giving Vaelin an actual personality and do without the following clichés: 


  • ·     Blood song and other tricks: his mighty magical power renders him so perspicacious in seeing who wants him ill as to make him invincible, despite the ever growing number of enemies. Hence, he can do everything. Well, that provides an easy way out of any embarrassing plotlines: things declared hard to do suddenly become easy. Taking over the impregnable High Keep? Seems to me it’s clearly not high enough, and what’s the point of concealing such a fortress as a precious strategic treasure if it’s that easy to steal it? ; defeat the Trueblade ; defeat the Shield ; defeat the Hope… Come on, why not end the story directly with a “And Vaelin killed them all, so mighty was he and so clear was his blood song, and lived guiltily ever after, wondering at his cruel fate…”
    He encounters no resistance from anybody, he’s never in a serious danger or threat: they are so many manipulative assholes in this tales, yet either they favour him like the King or the Departed; are in love with him like Lyrna; or keep him for five years imprisoned without hurting him one notch, only on the basis of a silly deal that one wonders must take so long to conclude... Not very credible! And by undermining his enemies so, Ryan undermines Vaelin’s strength and bravery.

  • ·        General remarkable skills with swords, finding his marks in the wild, attracting women and charming wild animals that others fear so, and flaunting a perpetual scowl. Hence, he becomes a legend after only one brawl with the Realm guard. Why? I still don’t get it.

  • ·         As Goodreads reviewers have noted, giving Vaelin a horse and a hound was part of the hero clichés. But they’re both constantly talked of, and both barely useful; even in those times Scratch does defend him, it could have easily been done by the wolf.

  • ·         And yes, he can’t have the one woman, the first and only woman in all points, he wishes so bad to have. Because of the Orders, because of the King, because of the princess, at some point because of the plague, and because of Evil. Come on… (Then, the woman herself, My God! Sherin is such a goody two-shoes she’s too annoying. Vaelin, slap her face already!)

All of that means he doesn’t become a hero, he’s made of an already-shaped mould and we have to accept it. I’m sorry but in good adult fantasy, heroism is an acquired quality, not an innate one.

The third-person narration choice: I think that doesn’t help me care for the characters because I never really identify with them or feel for them; I read about them, I’m not living it out with them. A first person narration would have made the book so much stronger, at least for that first part, especially since there’s no scene outside of Vaelin’s knowledge described here. So really, why not a first-person account? We’ll know why in the follow-up book. Still, though, Vernier’s accounts are so much better written than Vaelin’s life, so, really, I think Ryan is stronger at the “I” narrative. It would have made his hero closer to us basically, and if you’re going to tell a tale of a war legend, a hero, you’d better make sure your main character feels like a hero to the reader: we need to get more in his thoughts, to feel as he feels, Fitz’s style. 

Conclusion: the one big criticism I have, (which is more related to my own taste, fantasy-wise), is that the book is not fan-material for me. It doesn’t make me wanna go: “Oh, no! what will happen to Vaelin next?!” The suspense is there, though, and in fact, I care more about the intrigue than about the one living it.
I liked Blood Song, I can see it’s well written, thoroughly thought through, and the writer himself loves it, but I can’t say I’m a fan of it. And it’s too bad because, to me, with all there is in it, it was just that close to being a fantasy masterpiece. 

P.S. Hum, all the areas of the Realm end in ‘ael’, in particular Asrael, and the Realm sits opposite to an "Arabic" type of Empire… And in my version, there’s an interview of Ryan stating he got some inspiration from the post-9/11 events... Interesting…

Wednesday 27 May 2015

Susan Ee- Angelfall, chronique



Ok, I love fantasy and I love Buffy-Angel (hi! Hi!) impossible love-story types, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t quite surrender to Angelfall.
All in all, it’s a good book and I have to say the last chapters make the whole work worth reading.
Generally speaking, it has everything a low-fantasy teenage book needs: action, strong and funny characters, wit, unresolved tension… but that one thing that would make it the actual ‘low-fantasy’ thingy it claims to be is constantly pushed aside. Hurgh!
Beware spoilers! 



  • ·         The fantasy: Paige? Pff! She falls quickly into oblivion. Raffe’s wings or lack thereof? Pff! They are joining Paige by now. Her mother? Pfffff! So far (though I’m not sure Ee doesn’t have a surprise for us there) she’s just there to complicate the heroine’s life and provide her with a reason for being a kick-ass girl (the latter being a good point, obviously). The biting ‘low demons’? Pff! It takes the longest of time for Penryn to get their story so that Ee makes sure that story evolves very slowly indeed. That way, she doesn’t need to actually deal with it. All of those things have been invented, yeah, but they’re not really being used, or not wisely. We’ve been hooked but while we weren’t watching, the hooks have changed. Obviously, this is made right again by the end of the book since the intrigue needs to solve itself out ; but I’m talking about more than 240 pages of fantasy being put off.

  • ·        Characterization: then, the aerie bit is kind of disappointing: apart from Raffe, those angels are so uninteresting, especially when compared to the heroine! That’s bad because it was the occasion to bring forth the fantasy and it just ends up being another taste of humanity. It’s not even like those angels are metaphors, no, they’re basically human with wings, just more ridiculous.

  • ·         Writing: the book feels rushed, almost as if it had been written in two weeks. There is talent in the writing but it seems to lack the corresponding effort. Part of the point of adult writing aimed at teenagers is that it can broaden their world, worldviews, and knowledge. I know that sounds boring and reasonable but it doesn’t need to take precedence over the fun of fantastical angel-human intense passion; it just needs to be there, if only in the writing style. Ee doesn’t try hard enough to make the feelings of her heroine felt by the reader. Penryn, indeed, sounds exactly like a teenager (a strong one at that), but just too much. Every two sentences start with the words ‘I see’, ‘I hear’, ‘I feel’, or ‘He’ or ‘We’, you get the gist. Other types of sentence structure are so noteworthy that I ended up picking upon them as soon as I found them.

Hence, moments of tensed suspense go quickly out the window because no time is really taken to explore them. Apart from the ending, it’s very fast reading. Even those feelings you’d expect to don’t linger (her worry for her sister?) so that the witty back and forth between angel/human can take the front line. For instance, Penryn needs to rescue her sister from the aerie, and right when they enter the said aerie which is supposed to be a within-enemy-lines moment, it turns out to be a romantic moment for her and Raffe with a jazz-like angel-human crowd in the background. So, basically, this more-than-human take on the aerie was just a way of arranging a background scene for romance to happen; again, the post-apocalyptic-world-under-angel-dominion storyline is of no importance; no, what really matters is the will-Penryn-ever-get-Raffe? eternal question.
This low-fantasy teenage version of a harlequin does make for a pleasant reading but ‘pleasant’ is not enough, for my interest was piqued. I was in, and the insides proved not enough to satisfy me.
I doubt I’ll be reading more of the trilogy.

Thursday 14 May 2015

Auteur's library

E. M. Forster

A Room with a View

1908

À coups de comparisons and not-so-subtle metaphors, Forster tells of the young upper-middle class Lucy's discovery of herself, by means of first discovering Italy. Through what have now become clichés of romance fiction, he diffuses a feminist analysis which refuses to pass equality off as superiority. If it's not Forster's best novel, it certainly is him at his best as a funny moralist. The novel is so pleasant to read, so curt, that you don't see yourself turning the pages. It could have been a play for the shortness of the narrative and the amount of dialogues but, then, let's forgive him, the dialogues can be so good, nothing is missing, nothing seems to miss and nothing needs to go. Little event after little event, you realise how it is all very well scripted.

Tags: early 20th century or perhaps even before, two places, same people, one drama, feminist approach to romance fiction and social satire, funny funny!, romantic interests all mixed up, social satire of the English at home and abroad, Italy vs. England, George Emerson's question mark 

Tuesday 5 May 2015

Auteur's library

George Bernard Shaw

Pygmalion

(1913)

Loved it! Was so easy to read, as a play should; entertaining, without giving up on substance. It's just a real pleasure to read. There's not much to add to that.

P.S. The "What happened afterwards" bit is not really necessary and feels, at times, too fanciful to be credible, when compared to the actual play.

Tags: when Man creates and reshapes (wo)men; social mobility or how to better oneself without losing oneself; greek myth revisited; gender-role traditions vs. human connection; and man made woman...or so he thinks!; language as life; meeting and meddling of london's social classes; early 20th-century English social world; wit and irony; nature vs. nurture 

Pygmalion: "the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she's treated."

"Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby!" 15

"What is life but a series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never lose a chance: it doesnt come every day." 26

"MRS PEARCE. (...) It's not right. She should think of the future.
HIGGINS. At her age! Nonsense! Time enough to think of the future when you havnt any future to think of." 30-31


"Besides, do any of us understand what we are doing? If we did, would we ever do it?" 31

"Have you ever met a man of good character where women are concerned?" 35

" DOOLITTLE. (...) Regarded in the light of a young woman, she's a fine handsome girl. As a daughter she's not worth her keep; and so I tell you straight. All I ask is my rights as a father; and youre the last man alive to expect me to let her go for nothing; for I can see youre one of the straight sort, Governor. Well, whats a five-pound note to you? And whats Eliza to me ? [He turns to his chair and sits down judicially]
PICKERING. I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr Higgins's intentions are entirely honorable.
DOOLITTLE. Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasnt, I'd ask fifty." 43

"PICKERING. Have you no morals, man?
DOOLITTLE [unabashed] Cant afford them, Governor. Neither could you if you was as poor as me." 43

"DOOLITTLE. (...) I'm one of the undeserving poor: thats what I am. Think of what that means to a man. It means that he's up agen middle class morality all the time. If theres anything going, and I put in for a bit of it, it's always the same story: "Youre undeserving; so you cant have it." But my needs is as great as the most deserving widow's that ever got money out of six different charities in one week for the death of the same husband. I dont need less than a deserving man: I need more. I dont eat less hearty than him; and I drink a lot more. (...) I aint pretending to be deserving. I'm undeserving; and I mean to go on being undeserving. I like it; and thats the truth." 43-44

"HIGGINS. I suppose we must give him a fiver.
PICKERING. He'll make a bad use of it, I'm afraid.
DOOLITTLE. Not me, Governor, so help me I wont. Dont you be afraid that I'll save it and spare it and live idle on it. There wont be a penny of it left by Monday." 44-45


"DOOLITTLE. No, Governor. (...) Ten pounds is a lot of money: it makes a man feel prudent like; and then goodbye to happiness." 45

"DOOLITTLE. (...) Ive no hold on her. I got to be agreeable to her. I got to give her presents. I got to buy her clothes something sinful. I'm a slave to that woman, Governor, just because I'm not her lawful husband. And she knows it too. (...) Take my advice, Governor: marry Eliza while she's young and dont know no better. If you dont youll be sorry for it after. If you do, she'll be sorry for it after; but better her than you, because youre a man, and she's only a woman and dont know how to be happy anyhow." 45

"HIGGINS. Doolittle: you have brought your daughter up too strictly.
DOOLITTLE. Me! I never brought her up at all, except to give her a lick of  strap now and again." 47

"LIZA. (...) You dont know my father. All he come here for was to touch you for some money to get drunk on.
DOOLITTLE. Well, what else would I want money for? To put into the plate in church, I suppose." 47


"DOOLITTLE. (...) I aint such a mug as to put up my children to all I know myself. Hard enough to hold them in without that." 47

"you shouldnt cut your old friends now that you have risen in the world. Thats what we call snobbery." 48

"MISS EYNSFORD HILL (...) If people would only be frank and say what they really think!
HIGGINS. [relapsing into gloom] Lord forbid! (...) What they think they ought to think is bad enough, Lord knows; but what they really think would break up the whole show. Do you suppose it would be really agreeable if I were to come out now with what I really think?" 56

"Theres lots of women has to make their husbands drunk to make them fit to live with." 59

"Doolittle: either youre an honest man or a rogue.
DOOLITTLE [tolerantly] A little bit of both, Henry, like the rest of us: a little of both." 88

"HIGGINS. Dont you dare try this game on me. I taught it to you; and it doesnt take me in. Get up and come home; and dont be a fool.
(...)
MRS HIGGINS. Very nicely put, indeed, Henry. No woman could resist such an invitation." 92

"You see, really and truly, apart from the things anyone can pick up (the dressing and the proper way of speaking, and so on), the difference between a lady and a flower girl is not how she behaves, but how she's treated." 93

"The great secret, Eliza, is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if you were in Heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another." 98

"I think a woman fetching a man's slippers is a disgusting sight: did I ever fetch your slippers? I think a good deal more of you for throwing them in my face. No use slaving for me and then saying you want to be cared for: who cares for a slave?" 99

"Would the world ever have been made if its maker had been afraid of making trouble? Making life means making trouble. Theres only one way of escaping trouble; and thats killing things. Cowards, you notice, are always shrieking to have troublesome people killed." 100

"I know I'm a common ignorant girl, and you a book-learned gentleman; but I'm not dirt under your feet." 101-102

"if youre going to be a lady, youll have to give up feeling neglected if the men you know dont spend half their time snivelling over you and the other half giving you black eyes." 102

"If you cant appreciate what youve got, youd better get what you can appreciate." 102


The author's notes: 

of Higgins "This makes him a standing puzzle to the huge number of uncultivated people who have been brought up in tasteless homes by commonplace or disagreeable parents, and to whom, consequently, literature, painting, sculpture, music, and affectionate personal relations come as modes of sex if they come at all. The word passion means nothing else to them" 106

"The weak may not be admired and hero-worshipped; but they are by no means disliked or shunned; and they never seem to have the least difficulty in marrying people who are too good for them. Them may fail in emergencies; but life is not one long emergency: it is mostly a string of situations for which no exceptional strentgh is needed, and with which even rather weak people can cope f they have a stronger partner to help them out" 108

"his indifference is deeper than the infatuation of commoner souls." 118







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