Eating Muffins in an Agitated Manner

Åcon 5, part II

I have lots of books and films and whatnot to write about, but my brain has turned to mush, thanks to Åcon crud. Though in the interests of full disclosure I think patient zero in this case was either my mom or Jukka, so I most probably would have had this plague even without awesome Åcon. Also apologies for other suffering people for spreading the germ.

I have little - well, a lot - to add about this con to Jukka's report. I love the concept to bits, and have never had a bad or even mediocre Åcon. As noted in earlier reports Åland as a location rules, weather was was sunny if not warm, and the trip was pleasant and well organised (thank you again Hanna!). On the minus side hotel and bar were exceptionally sloppy with us this year. I kind of like the little dilapidated 1980s thing the place has going on, but room assigments were not done as per request which lead to all kinds of difficulties. I can also understand that the bar was overwhelmed with both ice hockey WC and us, but again, if you charge good price for the high end stuff then it would be nice if you could make sure you have the stuff to sell. It is not like this was the first time Åcon was in Adlon.

As for the content, our Guest of Honor Catherynne M. Valente was funny, smart, engaged, enthusiastic and our kind of people. So that was kind of nice. Also, she is an excellent writer. For me, the absolutely best thing about her work is that (maybe because of her backround as a poet?) that she engages in trying to transmit how things feel, what it is like to touch. As one of those people who do not see stories in their minds eye, that approach is extremely satisfying.

Programming, well, um. OK, the thing is I don't much care for panel programs. I like to listen to a well argued paper or clear lecture, or take part in group discussions. But panels, not really my thing. Thus my normal Åcon consists of catching few programming Items, doing my own stuff and spending the rest of the time in the bar or at the patio with friends. This time, the programming was on time, there were no real breaks and obviously the programming was interesting enough that people spent most of their time watching it. Silly things. Also the stupid awning was down all the time so it was cold on the patio, and thus the hanging out part of the con was a bit truncated.

I saw Never Mind the Bus, Aldrin, absolutely mad props to Ben for saving the day, well done. Cat's reading was also very good, both the story and her reading of it Nene, as I knew from Eurocon, is an excellent interviewer and she and Cat seemed to find each other well in the author interview. Loponen's Sapir Whorf paper was good stuff, mapping as it did, the ways SF-writers use Sapir Whorf on top of how the position of the hypothesis has changed in linguistics. Mekku does pretty complicated literary philosopy, that relies on very specific vocabulary, and heavily engages with work of others in the field. And twenty minutes is not enough time to open that up for people not familiar with it. But at least it was exactly what was ordered :-)

What else: the panel on postmodern fantasy. Look, obviously the panelists all had slightly different views on what constitutes postmodernism, and that is fine (as it is actually one of the hallmarks of postmodern thought to constantly question the nature of everything), let postmodernism defy all efforts to pin it down, let it float and sting, flollop and vollue around us. But if the panelists do not have a working definition for modernism when they talk about postmodernism, confusion ensues. Now I was left with a feeling everybody understood modernism a bit differently and then tried to discuss postmodernism through their own understanding of modernism which lead to people talking past each other.

Actually, I would really love to read a paper on modernism in fantasy. It seems to me that early genre fantasy (Tolkien, Dunsany etc.) and modernism were born both as hugely different reactions to realism and naturalism. Modernism reacting to and developing from naturalism, going from outside world to inside of human mind, and developing stylistical tecqhniques to break down and reshape narrative, and Fantasy marrying the novel form to old medieval romance. So if that is the case (and even if it isn't) where is modernistic fantasy? Where are Proust, Joyce, Woolf or Faulkner of fantasy?

In the mornings we again took dogs and Jeeves and went around the island. Eckerö post and customs office does look incredible all on its lonesome, and both Martti and Mogens got lovely long walks on the rocky beaches. I did take part on organised excursion to Järsö island at the southern tip of the main islands where there is a lovely café and handcraft store Stickstugan. It sells both yarn and stuff you can make from it. The yarn is lovely, hand-coloured and spinned from the wool of Åland sheep. It is a bit tricky to knit as hand spinned yarns often are, but end result is gorgeous. Next time I need a proper budget.

Next Åcon is 9.-12.5.2013, GoH Tricia Sullivan. Sign up, you won't regret it!

Åcon 5

Posted by jukkahoo

It has been a while. There are number of reasons, the most obvious one being the lack of need for the original purpose for this blog ie. The Sickness. SoMe is also to blame. And one should never under estimate the power of Lazy. Or work.

The last one is really depressing. Not as work, that I can handle and mostly get by with. It's just the realization that work takes so much more of my time than it used to. In the Olden Days, when salad was green and less rockety, I could squeeze in some personal stuff to the daily humdrum of work place. Today, less so. A lot less. And back home I'm often far too tired to do that Fun Stuff as much as I'd like to. Bummer.

But.

I got back here to talk about Åcon 5. Which was excellent, though not brilliant. For that, I blame myself and/or whomever gave me the blasted cold I'm still having. It is possible that I may have given the bug a way in previous Monday when I decided that it IS Summer and strutted in the city in shorts. When it most definitely was not Summer. Sunny? - yes, but other than that, bloody cold.

Therefore, Åcon 2012 was "just" excellent. The weather could've been a bit better ie. sunnier and warmer. There was fairly little in the way of sitting in the terrace, sipping malted drinks and smoking cigars. And what was that deck cover about? Was it ever open? Did anyone ask about that?

Adlon was as usual: shabby, erratic and challenging, but friendly words and pretty smiles are often all it takes to make customers happy. Though service is always appreciated. The Sports Bar another thing altogether. Again thay managed to fuck up their cider and beer orders, prices seemed to have been amped up to mainland level and closing time came way before the time we had agreed upon. Essentially, nothing has changed.

Since I was pretty fluuey during the con, I slept through most of the ferry trip and later didn't see much of Mariehamn, other than Saturday dinner at Indigo (muy tasty, muy expensive). Which was a bit of a shame. Next time, then.

I did witness most of the programming items (when I was asleep), since I was sort of in charge of it. Though we did spent quite some time thinking about it during our Åconplancon cruise a month or so ago. Otherwise we wouldn't have seen for example Torill Kornfeldt or Karin Waller on stage. Which would've been most unfortunate.

I'd like to thank each and every program participant. I was most impressed by the way you guys took the stage and delivered your parts, hooray! I belive that this year's programming was the best I've been involved with and I'm looking forward to seeing you all in many a future cons! Special mention must go to Ben Roimola, who took the torch and handled presenting Never Mind the Buzzaldrins like a real pro, after I realised I was in no condition to do it myself! I may have to start scripting these things more, it was great to be in the audience for change!

In hindsight, It might've been wise to let someone else do the Just a Speculative Fiction Minute as well, since I was pretty close to collapsing afterwards. Or on Monday. 'Twas fun, though.

But what can I say about our Guest of Honour? Cat Valente was brilliant, funny, charming, interesting, interested and all-encompassing force of nature. Jetlagged, as one might expect, but eager to hear things, lear´n new stuff and meet new people. And there was hardly a program item she wasn't witnessing or participating: "What, you have knitting program! Can I be in that, too?" :)

Bless.

All in all, a lovely con with lovely people. Excellent con committee and GoH. Brilliant program participants and general attendees. Win over USA. Lemsip Lemon. NoFF auction. Lavender Man. Jura Prophecy. Sleep. Must do this again.

Yes, we must do this again, soon. Hey, how about THIS!

Historicals

Posted by Sari

As I was temporarily widowed on new year's eve because Jukka worked the whole night through, and couldn't  really leave the apartment as I have a wee puppy dog and an adult dog scared of fireworks at home, I thought I'd gobble together something on books I read last year. I ended up reading somewhere around forty books which is actually more than last year, so hurray! On the other hand, I managed to write about only very few of them, so boo!!!  To rectify the situation, here are a few:

All the historicals I managed to read this year are mysteries, written by a woman and take place in late 18th or early 19th century. It is all quite unintended, but not really surprising. I have always had a soft spot for regencies, and historical mysteries are my favourite comfort reading.

Rebecca Jenkins: Duke's Agent
This is a historical mystery set in county Durham during the Regency era. Our hero, the retired army officer Raif, arrives to small town of Woolbridge to be the agent for non-resident Duke of Penrith. He is viewed by suspicion by the locals, is attacked, accused of murder and stumbles upon financial irregularities in his predecessors accounts. Duke's Agent is interesting in that it has some romance and mystery tropes familiar from regency romances, but its milieu and cast of characters is a bit off the beaten path. The management of great estates and Raif's problems with local elite and his duke's tenants are the most interesting part of the novel. The murder/mystery plot didn't really hold my interest, and Raif himself was just a bit too generic for a hero.

Anna Dean: A Moment of Silence
Another historical mystery from the beginning of the 19th-century, this is a bit more familiar affair. Our detective, Miss Dido Kent tries to unravel strange occurrences in a country house where she is staying to witness the engagement of his niece to the only son and heir of Sir Edgar Montague. Things get quite knotty when the fiance disappears and a body of a woman is found in the shrubbery. I found A Moment of Silence quite entertaining and fun, it was a Christie country house mystery moved back in time to 1805, and as such it works quite well. The mystery plot is unraveled quite satisfactorily, and Dido both has a great name and is a a fitting if a little too Miss Marpleish detective. I think I will pick up the next installments to the series at some point, when I want some fluff to go with a hammock and/or red wine and chocolates.

Tracy Grant: Secrets of a Lady
Tracy Grant blogs at  http://historyhoydens.blogspot.com/, and as I have enjoyed her take on historical romance over there, I have also been looking for her historical novels. The Secrets of a Lady is a beginning of a series of a romance/mystery series set  – you knew it – during the Regency, but interestingly the protagonists are already married with children when the novel opens. Mélanie and Charles Fraser are toast of London when tragedy strikes and their son is kidnapped. As both of them are competent and experienced people (they met on the continent during Wellington's Spanish campaign), they look for they boy themselves instead relying solely in authorities. During the case Mélanie has to reveal things from hist past to Charles that could end their happy marriage. Again, like with The Duke's Agent, I liked the premise a lot. It is nice to see an established, equal partnership between the protagonists at the centre of a historical romance/mystery instead of the usual boy meets girl thing. The plot seems to be a bit subservient both to the entertaining but very dramatic back story, and the tensions Mélanie's secret causes. However, that is counterbalanced by the nice depiction of the milieus of regency London. I think this is a series which actually might get better further it gets.

Barbara Hamilton: The Ninth Daughter
Fantasy author Barbara Hambly has written historical mysteries under the name of Barbara Hamilton. The Ninth Daughter is a first in series where Abigail Adams, wife of the later president John Adams solves crimes in colonial Boston. In this one, Abigail finds a dead woman in the rooms of her friend, the said friend missing. The murder might have something to do with the revolutionaries, and John Adams ends up as a suspect. As political tensions rise on the eve of Boston Tea party,  and Abigail must find her missing friend and exonerate her husband. I am a fan of the Founding Fathers, American Revolution and John and Abigail Adams, so this was one of those must-have books. It could have been a terrible disappointment, but luckily this was not the case. The novel was well plotted, the historical Boston nicely depicted, and the characters were not caricatures of themselves. In the light of Abigail's and John's famously companionable and by the day's standards equal marriage, it is nice that themes of women's autonomy were addressed in the plot. Again, a series I am going to continue reading.

 

Hyvää Joulua! God Jul! Merry Xmas!

Posted by Martti & Mogens

 

Suzanne Collins: Hunger Games, Catching Fire

Posted by Sari

Collins' best-selling series tells about post-apocalyptic America, divided into twelve districts of different status and affluence, and controlled by sinister government in Capitol. Every year, each district will send two teenagers as tributes to compete in Hunger Games, a reality TV-show where they have to kill each other, and winner gets fabulous prizes in addition to keeping his or her life. Our heroine Katniss is from the poorest district and the first novel follows her efforts to survive the games. She and a fellow tribute Peeta act out a romance to get support from the viewers and ultimately refuse to kill each other preferring to suicide. Capitol lets them live and announces them both as winners. In the second novel Katniss' actions are fermenting rebellion, and to neutralise this capitol arranges a sort of ”all star” Hunger Games where previous winners have to fight each other, including Katniss and Peeta.

I have really mixed feelings about the series so far – I have not read the third novel Mockingjay. I liked the first book a lot and was very pleased that WSOY decided to buy the rights. I thought it was passionate and clever and interesting look at how the “non-scripted” reality shows have changed our engagement with entertainment, and how people pushed to the limit might react. I liked Katniss as a protagonist, she was no passive victim but clearly aware of the ways she could manipulate the bad situation. The world was a bit sketchy, but as I read the novel more on the level of metaphor, that did not bother me.

The second book was a big disappointment. I thought the plot was not as coherent as in the first novel, I did not like the repetition brought by yet another go at the Games, and I thought he romantic entanglements between Katniss angsting over her two boyfriends was boring beyond words. But most of all, I found that Katniss had apparently had a lobotomy between the two novels. As the books are written in first person, Collins has to give us all information through her eyes and at the same time keep her ignorant of what is happening. The result is that Katniss seems to be thicker than the big print edition of complete works of Charles Dickens, and just wanders through the novel without any idea what is going on around her. She has much less agency in this book, and that really turned me off. I will read the last book because I care enough of to find out what happens, but it better be a real page turner to redeem the series after Catching Fire.

 

 

Sebald: Austerlitz

Posted by Sari

Austerlitz is the last novel of W.G. Sebald, a German author and academic who lived most of his adult life in England and was killed in a traffic accident in 2001. Austerlitz knocked a book out of my list of 32, first time this happened since I drew the list up four years a go.

Austerlitz is a strange narrative. It is a story of how its nameless narrator meets in Antwerp one Joseph Austerlitz, and keeps meeting him on and off through years. During their meetings Austerlitz and the narrator discuss about architecture, history, culture and ultimately Austerlitz's quest to find his own past.

Sebald writes in long sentences without chapters or paragraphs. I was expecting that getting into the rhythm of the text would be a chore like it is for me with Proust or later James, but somehow Sebalds narration rolled almost hypnotically from page to page interrupted only by the blurry and enigmatic photographs. It was easy to slip into the narrative even in a bus or a restaurant, slow one's heart to beat to synch with the novel.

As a historian, the themes of memory and history are naturally something I easily gravitate to, but in this case those were almost incidental. Though Sebald's vision is in itself revelatory, it is the way he echoes the themes of repression and memory in the structure and language of the book that leaves me almost speechless. In word and picture he talks from the beginning to the end about holocaust without really mentioning it : ”...I came on a glorious early summer's day to the city of Antwerp, known to me previously only by name. Even on my arrival, as the train rolled slowly over the viaduct with its curious pointed turrets on both sides and into the dark station concourse, I had begun to feel unwell, and this sense of indisposition persisted for the whole of my visit to Belgium on that occasion. I still remember the uncertainty of my footsteps as I walked all round the inner city, down Jeruzalemstraat, Nachtegaalstraat, Pelikaanstraat, Paradijsstraat, Immerseelstraat and many other streets and alleyways...” His metaphors, images, digressions and words criss-cross and connect through history making the past, ours and Austerlitz's into integral part of the present.

Through fortresses, libraries and railway stations, tree-roots and burial grounds Sebald gently hammers his passionate but unsentimental meditation on 20^thcentury Europe to the consciousness of his readers, reminding us of our shared history, and the need to remember. Do yourself a favour and read Austerlitz. It might change the way you look at literature.

Patrick Rothfuss: The Name of the Wind, The Wise Man's Fear

Posted by Sari

Patrick Rothfuss: Name of the Wind, Wise Man's Fear

When I was younger I used to love big fantasy series. Thousands and thousands of pages of adventures and worldbuilding. There was no bad there. LotR was and is the defining novel of my life, and after that I read everything I got hold of from Donaldson, Modesitt and Eddings to to Feist, Tad Williams and Hobb.

Then I sort of went off the format. I tried some really awful ones, like Brooks and Jordan, and some really well recieved ones, like Martin and Erikson, but nothing really took. Name of the Wind had been waiting on the shelves for a year or two, and I don't suppose I would have gotten around to reading it without Tähtifantasia Award. It was a 2011 nominee and as a member of the shadow-panel of the award at Finncon, I was forced to tackle the daunting tome.

And I was pleasantly surprised. Name of the Wind, and especially the sequel, Wise Man's Fear have their share of problems but for a first time in years, I really got into the groove, and ended up ordering part two when I was only half way through part one. Kingkiller Chronicles is the story of Kvothe, whom we meet at the beginning as a humble innkeeper Kote, telling his life story to a travelling chronicler. Though Kvothe is still young, he is already a legend, who – according to the blurb on the back – has stolen princesses back from the sleeping borrow kings, burned down the town of Trebon, spent the night with Felurian and left with his sanity and life intact, has been expelled from the university at a younger age than most people are allowed in, tread paths by moonlight that others fear to speak of during the day, talked with Gods, loved women and written songs that make the minstrels weep. Busy life, one might say.

A hypercompetent protagonists growing up and having adventures is the meat and potatoes of fat fantasy. Nothing new, exciting or different here. The hook is that Rothfuss does what he does very, very well. His worldbuilding is interesting, he unravels his plot little by little, thus making the reader wanting more, and there are a lot of hints (and hopefully also red herrings) to keep the reader engaged. As far as the protagonist goes (as my favourite character in all fiction is that king and emperor of hypercompetents, Crawford of Lymond) I have no problem with Kvothe being good at everyting at the age fo seventeen. Besides, there are ecxellent character details, like the way Kvothe handles money (he is always short of it and thus much of his life revolves around getting some), or the way it is apparent that teenagers, even hypercompetent ones, are morons at times.

But as I said there are problems. Traditional fantasy like this is supposed to run for hundreds and hundreds of pages, but the level of detail here is daunting. Kvothe's first year at the magical university takes about three hundred pages, and Wise Man's Fear has a hundred page training montage. I know this is all about the growth and education of the hero, but come on! In the novels there are episodes of Arsenal level boredom where nothing happens. Also, is there any reasonable way to bring the story to the end in the next volume without the whole feeling unbalanced? Two thousand pages on and our protagonist is still seventeen(ish) – depending how you count the time he spent in the fearie.

Kingkiller Chronicles are page-turners because you really, really want to know what happens next: who is Denna's mysterious patron? Who is Denna, for that matter? How does the moon figure into anything? Where did Kvothe pick up Bast? Who is this king he is supposed to kill? Or is he? And what is the real deal with the Chandrian? Lets hope it does not take Pat another four years to tell us.

Shades of Milk and Honey

Posted by Sari

Here is one I made earlier:

Mary Robinette Kowal: Shades of Milk and Honey

Regency – and I am using regency here as a genre, not a historical period - fantasy is getting to be a genre of its own. Pat Wrede's and Caroline Stevermer's Sorcery and Celia novels, Susannah Clarke's Mr. Norrell and Jonathan Strange, Naomi Novik's Temeraire books and last and defenitely least the rewritings of Jane Austen's novels with zombies, vampires and whatnot. And if someone has not yet done so, I am sure there is a writer working on his or her ground breaking regency paranormal romance. (He a brooding viscount and a vampiric rake, she a leavel-headed, plain and clever daughter of a country gentleman...)

Mary Robinette Kowal's first novel, Shades of Milk and Honey is a romance novel about alternate regency where in addition to piano, painting and little french, well brought up young ladies are also supposed to know how to manipulate glamour, that is to create pleasing illusionary tableaux with sound, movement and scent to brighten up the drawing rooms. Jane and Melody are the two daughters of a not so wealthy gentleman trying negotiate a future without a sizable dowry. Jane is the plain but talented one – already on the shelf at the ancient age of 28 – and Melody the pretty one who envies Jane's talent at glamour. In the course of the novel they of course meet a number of dashing and/or brooding gentlemen, and try to find a satisfactory match for themselves.

The whole affair seems to be a very conscious reworking of Jane Austen, mostly Sense and Sensibility, but also at least Pride and Prejudice and Emma feature prominently on the way. The characters are quite well constructed, the prose charming, and Kowal works her little piece of ivory with skill. But though the ending is more Sturm und Drang than Austen, the fact that the Austen influences and homages on the level of the characters reflect to the plot makes everything is just a tad too familiar for an Austen fan. One does pretty well know where the novel is going.

I think I would have liked Kowal's work more if I had not for some strange reason (maybe the name?) expected something a little more substantial. Shades of Milk and Honey is entertaining regency which merges the fantasy and romance tropes very well, and I am sure has cross-over appeal among romance readers, but I have to say I enjoyed Sorcery and Celia and innumerable Georgette Heyer regencies much more.

 

Lukemisen satoa

Posted by Sari

Tässä olisi kevään ja kesän aikana luettujen kirjojen pino. Muutamasta niistä ja parista kuvasta puuttuvasta on mielipiteitä nakuteltukin, ensimmäinen niistä alla.

Mutta mistäpä sitä kirjoittamaan seuraavaksi? Olisiko kellään palavaa halua saada lukea äärimmäisen mielenkiintoisen näkemykseni jostain kuvan opuksesta? Itse ei nyt keksi mistä nappaisi kiinni.

Vaan itse asiaan, eli yhteen vuoden kotimaisista esikoisista:

Saara Henriksson: Moby Doll

Aina aika-ajoin tartun kokeilumielessä johonkin suomalaiseen romaaniin testatakseni josko nimenomainen kappale onnistuisi osoittamaan että ehkäpä sittenkin minä ja kotimainen kirjallisuus joskus kohtaisimme onnelisten tähtien alla. Usein käsiin päätyvät romaanit ovat tavalla tai toisella spekulatiivisia kun siihen suuntaan kirjallisuusmakuni gravitoituu. Niistä kirjoittaminen on usein hiukan hankalaa koska piirit ovat pienet, ja usein kirjoittaja on ainakin hyvänpäiväntuttu. Niin tälläkin kertraa, Saaraan olen törmännyt ja muutaman sanan aina vaihtanut erilaisissa hörhöjen kokoontumisajoissa. Eli caveat lector: tämän kirjoittaja tuntee a) kirjailijan ja b) syvää ennakkoluuloa suomalaista proosafiktiota kohtaan.

Moby Doll kertoo Jennystä, Jockesta ja valaasta. Jenny on lopputyötään ryhävalaan laulun ympärille ymppäävä sibeliusakatemialainen, Jocke puolestaan Jennyn ex, ympäristöministeriön valastyöryhmään puolivahingossa itsensä läntännyt virkamies Valas on kostaja. Kirja huipentuu Norjan pohjoisilla vesillä kun aalloilla keikkuvat valaanpyytialus, ympäristöradikaalit ja valastutkijat kohtaavat syvyyksistä nousevan ikivanhan valaan.

Moby Dollissa on paljon mistä pidin. Kieli kun kuvaavaa mutta konstailematonta, luonnon ja ihmisen välisen suhteen kuvaus mukavan monisyistä ja valastietous oli upotettu ihan onnistuneesti narratiiviin. (Viimeksimainittu tosin välillä ehkä hiukan liiankin sujuvasti – minusta olisi ollut kiinnostavaa kuinka kirjailija olisi onnistunut peilaamaan Moby Dickin tylysti kertomuksen katkaisevia valaanpyyntiluentoja omassa tekstissään). Hahmoista Jenny ja erityisesti Jocke jäivät hiukan kaukaisiksi, mutta sivuhahmot, erityisesti valastutkija/kalastaja pariskunta jonka kyydissä Jenny lähtee metsästämään valaanlaulua oli mainiosti hahmoteltu. Intertekstuaalisuuden tasoja olisin kaivannut ehkä vielä enemmän - olkoonkin että kirjan nimi ensimmäisellä tasolla viittaa vangittuun miekkavalaaseen eikä Melvilleen - mutta toisaalta en ole vielä tavannut kirjaa jossa olisi minusta liikaa viittaustasoja.

Lukijana minulla kuitenkin on ”henkilökohtainen onglema”, joka vaikeutti kovasti kirjasta nauttimista. Pitkään olen ollut sitä mieltä että tämä ongelma on nimenomaisesti suomalaisen kirjallisuuden vahva realismin perinne, savotta- ja korsurealismi kuten Leena Peltonen on oivasti tyylisuuntaa kutsunut. Asiaa pohdittuani olen tullut siihen tulokseen että kyseessä ei ole niinkään se etteikö suomalaisessa kirjallisuudessa olisi fantastisen perinnettä tai että realismin troopit olisivat minulle punainen vaate. Se mikä minut vieraannuttaa on lähes pakonomainen arjen tason korostaminen, ehkä erityisesti silloin kun teksti on tavalla tai toisella spekulatiivista. Niin tässäkin tapauksessa. Alun asuntojen, aamiaisten ja ratikkamatkojen kuvaukset olivat juuri sitä mitä minä en kirjaltani kaipaa. Vaikka romaani kasvoi upeasti loppua kohden ärsytti arjen trooppien käyttö alussa sen verran että ellen olisi luottanut kirjailijaan, olisi lukeminen saattanut tyssätä siihen.

Eli en minä vieläkään löytänyt sitä suomenkielellä kirjoitettua romaania joka todella kolahtaisi (lähimmäksi taitaa päästä Sinisalon Sankarit jossa on uskallettu leikkiä intertekstuaalisuudella ja joka on myös sukupolvestani johtuen sentimentaalinen lukukokemus). Mutta ei Moby Dolliin käytetty aika hukkaan mennyt; se avasi muutamiakin solmuja omissa ennakkoluuloissa ja loppupeleissä lukukokemus jäi ehdottomasti plussan puolelle.

 

Some reading

Posted by jukkahoo

It's been a while. How's life? Same here.

As it is July and my vacation time, I thought that secluding from the world in general was not a bad idea. And since Missus agreed, we decided that a little cottage time was in order.

I took twelve books with me and returned with 24. Of the 12 I read nine, while the other dozen were bought from the Mäntyharju thrift store, for reasons ranging from "Look at the price of this first edition of Borges!" to "Ah, material for my next reference book".

I brought mostly entertainment with me, which turned out just fine, since I did manage to read nine books in a week. Here is a rough coverage of the said books:

John Maddox Roberts: Saturnalia - Fifth book of the SPQR-series of historical whodunnit's in the republican Rome of playboy/detective Decius Caecilius Metelleus Younger. Very enjoyable romps: good humour, decent plotting, fun characters. This one sees our protagonist suddenly back in Rome, where his one of uncles has been murdered. The Elder Metellus wants Decius to ind the grieving widow guilty, while her brother, the veritable Nemesis of our hero, really wants her to be innocent. SPQR-series is well worth one's time and money.

John Maddox Roberts: Nobody Loves a Centurion - Sixth SPQR-book and Decius id dispatched to Gallia, where Caesar is running his masterplan for eventual leadership of Rome. A strange case of dead primus pilum gets Decius in trouble, since the probable murderer is one of his own patronage, or could it be one of the Gauls? Or possibly a blood-thirsty German, one of the many that are crossing over the Rhine? Hilarity ensues. 

M. D. Lachlan: Wolfsangel - Genuinely nice riff of werewolf-myth mixed with some properly gritty Viking-age bloodletting. Nice period-feeling, proper hammer&sorcery, with more than sizable portion of viking history. Loved the magics. 

J. Pekka Mäkelä: Karsta - Fourth novel by the (almost) lone champion of current Finnish SF. Another quiet masterpiece of bystander-sf. Humanity has lost the interstellar war and aftermath means cleaning up the places. Mäkelä solidifies his place as an important sociopolitical-sf writer.

Juha-Pekka Koskinen: Eilispäivän sankarit - Fun pulp fiction where the main character is woken from 30-odd year coma, after a bothched-up robbery attempt. Surprisingly, he seems to have been found guilty of more crimes than he remembers, and now someone is telling him to stop digging up the old stuff. Good, solid Finnish-pulp from craftsman of many different genres. A whiff of spec-fic here, but only a dash of the stuff.

Scott Oden: The Lion of Cairo - Very good historical fantasy, that did manage to feel both fresh and original, while nodding lovingly at Howard and Lamb. 12th century arab world, with muslim protagonists and very little Franks to mess it all up. Delightfully gritty, surprising and swashbuckling adventure. Didn't expect the fantasy aspect. Loved to read more and if I'm not mistaken, a sequel is a-coming. Very much recommended.

Tansy Rayner Roberts: Love and Romanpunk - Four stories of Romanpunk, from age of Julian emperors to near-future. Very nice take on various myths. Loved the Victorian-piece, while I wouldn't have minded seeing the Patrician-story a bit longer. There is some strong SF/F in Australia. 

Gavin Smith: Veteran - Decent richardmorganesque action-sf, with grimy future of interstellar war and dirty sex, drugs and rock'n'roll. Too long, though. And far too verbose characters. Shame.

Ari Marmell: A Conqueror's Shadow - Another dissappointment, which managed to make a small comeback in the later stages. Very average bulk fantasy with some seriously silly characters, plot points and ideas. There is a definite improvement in the last third pf the novel, but while the characters seem more defined and their actions even somewhat understandtable, there is a weird juxtaposition between the way the author handles his characters and the blase rpg-plot and the adult/PG-feeling of the novel. At times the main characters are doing unspeakable deeds, whilst the writer tries to keep the feel of the book at almost kindergarten-level. Horrible violence next to decent humour, next to childish warfare tactics, next to brainless criminal mastermind, next to enchanting tale of fantasyland history, etc. 

For posterity's sake, here are the three books I didn't read: Karen Lord's Redemptio in Indigo, Iain Gale's Man of Honour and Jo Walton's Among Others (Sari read this one).