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A Peak into the Doomsday Device called “Angelmaker”

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A Peek into the Doomsday Device called “Angelmaker”

Professor Upsidasium gives us a review of the upcoming novel “Angelmaker” by Nick Harkaway.

By Professor Upsidasium

Anglemaker is about the clockwork of fates and destinies that interconnect us all, asking the question “Is our collective internal bearings true? And if not, what were to happen if someone went about ‘fixing’ that…?” More chillingly, it dares, “…And what would happen if that someone got it horribly, terriblywrong in the attempt?”

Ages, like gears, mesh together behind the backdrop of a dreary, very mundane contemporary London where the unfortunately named Joe Spork is living in the twin shadows of his father and grandfather.  Grand-dad Daniel was a master-class clockwork artisan and daddy-dearest Mathew was a master-class gangster in the 50s.  Overwhelmed by their legacies, Joe has grown into a disappointed and disappointing shade of a man, drifting without many options, stuck between gears.  When the ancient Edie Banister tests Joe’s ability to fix ever-stranger bits of clock-driven machinery, it brings both of them to the attention of vast forces seeking to find and control the “Angelmaker,” a nearly mythical device which could either push mankind into a hopeful nirvana or destroy the whole human race.

Anglemaker as a book dives head-first into several titanic ideas.  Flipping the normal “Old technology meets new influence” paradigm of many fictions, Angelmaker brings the past unexpectedly erupting into a future (our present) ill-equipped to deal with mad science and illuminati-style conspiracies and aging British super-spies.  Will this blow the mind of many people overly-engrossed in the “what makes something steampunk” debate? Most definitely!  More importantly, no matter what school of [adjective]-punk you subscribe to, is this a highly entertaining read.   I had to go back over more than one chapter just for the sake of the near poetic text.  The action sequences were broken-glass sharp, and the romances were just as heartbreakingly painful at times.  While I can finish most books of this length in a few dedicated hours, Angelmaker took me a full week to work through like a box of treats you don’t want to consume at once, or too soon.  I found myself reading passages out loud not just for the fun of watching my other half’s reactions to the great shenanigans, but also to soak in the luxurious language of this text.

There are broad and gracious nods at much of Steampunk’s early root materials, in particular with notes of Jeter’s Infernal Devices and Morlock Nights in the mix, but Anglemaker retains a robust and original army of characters endlessly whirling about each other like the teeth on wildly flailing cogs; some will mesh and blend while others will painfully clash, showering down sparks whenever they meet.  Joe Spork is on his hero’s journey, trying to plumb the depths of his own family’s hidden history in time to avoid global calamity, but he is not the sole point of view here; few things can prepare you for the counter point of Edie Banister’s career as a globe-trotting spy for the Edwardian throne and their secretive cabal of super-makers.  Decked out Steam-trains, ultra-submarines, and dangerous liaisons in strange countries all figure prominently for Edie, who brings the depth and perspective to what could be mankind’s greatest peril.  When she hands the keys of this legacy to Joe, all hell literally breaks loose, and I think you are going to enjoy every minute of it.

Nick Harkaway brings a fully realized, alternate, hidden history to the page and dares you to imagine a time when modern men are forced to pay heed to the forgotten springs and switches laying buried in the artifacts that our world is built on and in the histories that we build our lives upon.

Angelmaker will be released March 20, 2012 and you should immediately add this to your growing steampunk library.

 

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Book review: Throne of the Crescent Moon by Saladin Ahmed

Throne of the Crescent MoonThrone of the Crescent Moon
Saladin Ahmed
Fantasy
February 2012
DAW
ISBN: 978-0-7564-0711-7
274 pages
hard cover
accquired: purchased
Cross posted from On a Pale Star.

The blurb, from Goodreads:
From Saladin Ahmed, finalist for the Nebula and Campbell Awards, comes one of the year’s most anticipated fantasy debuts, THRONE OF THE CRESCENT MOON, a fantasy adventure with all the magic of The Arabian Nights.

The Crescent Moon Kingdoms, land of djenn and ghuls, holy warriors and heretics, Khalifs and killers, is at the boiling point of a power struggle between the iron-fisted Khalif and the mysterious master thief known as the Falcon Prince. In the midst of this brewing rebellion a series of brutal supernatural murders strikes at the heart of the Kingdoms. It is up to a handful of heroes to learn the truth behind these killings:

Doctor Adoulla Makhslood, “The last real ghul hunter in the great city of Dhamsawaat,” just wants a quiet cup of tea. Three score and more years old, he has grown weary of hunting monsters and saving lives, and is more than ready to retire from his dangerous and demanding vocation. But when an old flame’s family is murdered, Adoulla is drawn back to the hunter’s path.

Raseed bas Raseed, Adoulla’s young assistant, a hidebound holy warrior whose prowess is matched only by his piety, is eager to deliver God’s justice. But even as Raseed’s sword is tested by ghuls and manjackals, his soul is tested when he and Adoulla cross paths with the tribeswoman Zamia.

Zamia Badawi, Protector of the Band, has been gifted with the near-mythical power of the Lion-Shape, but shunned by her people for daring to take up a man’s title. She lives only to avenge her father’s death. Until she learns that Adoulla and his allies also hunt her father’s killer. Until she meets Raseed.

When they learn that the murders and the Falcon Prince’s brewing revolution are connected, the companions must race against time–and struggle against their own misgivings–to save the life of a vicious despot. In so doing they discover a plot for the Throne of the Crescent Moon that threatens to turn Dhamsawaat, and the world itself, into a blood-soaked ruin.

The Review:

Throne of the Crescent Moon opens with an enjoyable morning for Doctor Adoulla Makhslood, one of the last ghul hunters, and the last such in the city of Dhamsawaat. He’s had a long life, has fought monsters for most of it, and what he wants–and what he knows won’t last long, if his history holds true–is to just relax and have a peaceful cup of tea.

Adoulla is a good man, a very very good man, who has a wonderfully earthy attitude. A page into his point of view and I had a great deal of affection for him. His sense of humor, fatalism, and faith instantly sucked me in, and I found myself wanting a cranky, funny, tired, and strong Adoulla is my own life. He reminded me of composite of my uncles, with the added kick-ass ability to destroy the monsters that roam the world.

A perfect foil for Adoulla is the devout and straight-as-an-arrow Raseed bas Raseed, a dervish who, until his apprenticeship to Adoulla two years prior to the story, had seen precious little of the real world, living the sheltered life of a monk. Raseed’s idealistic, black and white view of the world clashes often with the worn practicality of Adoulla’s attitude and perspective. It’s the vitality and naivete of youthful inexperience against the jaded and nuanced view of an old man’s experience. It could be trite, but Ahmed writes them both so well that it feels completely natural.

Raseed and Adoulla come across Lamia Banu Laith Badawi, the Protector of the Band, a young woman who has been touched by Angels and given the ability to shift into the shape of a lioness. She’s on a mission to avenge the deaths of her people, killed by the beings that Adoulla and Raseed are hunting. Lamia is driven by revenge and grief over the loss of her family and band, which has the potential to come across as simple and two-dimensional, but as Adoulla gets to know her, and as the point of view shifts to Lamia, we realize how complex a person she is.

The point of view of the novel starts off with Adoulla, and later shifts to the other major characters, who all are well rounded and believable people. I’m not always a fan of a rotating point of view in novels, but it was handled well here, so no complaints from me.

There is more, of course, to the novel than the characters. I just keep going on about them because I got quite attached. The pace, despite Adoulla’s internal grumblings, is quite fast, giving Adoulla, Raseed, Lamia, and their companions barely time to recover from setbacks and injuries. There are ghuls of different varieties, human monsters, a political crisis, and on the edges, romance. There’s a lot going on here, and it’s woven together beautifully.

Throne of the Crescent Moon is the first book in a planned trilogy, and after reading it, I’m impatient to read the next installment. I enjoyed it thoroughly, and encourage everyone to check it out.

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Book Review: Saucerers and Gondoliers by Dominic Green

Saucerers and Gondoliers
Dominic Green
Science Fiction, Young Adult
August 2011
Smashwods
171 pages
Format: epub
Accquired: Author sent copy for review
This review is cross-posted to On a Pale Star.

Saucerers and Gondoliers is a fun romp through space with two British teens, Cleo and Ant. We meet the two of them off the side of the motorway, where it’s apparent that Ant’s father is loading his eighteen wheeler with illegally purchased goods. When Ant asks his father what’s being loaded into the truck, he answers “green diesel” – and then the deal starts to go sour. Ant, based on previous experience, takes Cleo off into the woods to get away from the deal his dad is trying to close.

And then Ant and Cleo encounter another example of a man trying to load up a vehicle with ill-gotten goods. Only this one is a flying saucer. Cleo and Ant have gone from a truck loaded with contraband to a flying saucer loaded with it. They have all the luck!

Before long, the two of them find themselves flying through space with their saucer’s captain who is unconscious from his injuries. With no idea of where they are headed, they survive on the crisps and foodstuffs loaded on the saucer, and have a moment of panic when they stop flying and are just…wherever they are. Adrift, with their pilot unconscious.

This sets up my favorite exchange in the book. It cracked me up when I read it, and I kept going back to it:

The alien saucer turned side-on to the light, and Ant saw a faded emblem stenciled across its side. A star in a circle, two rows of stripes like wings, and the letters USASN.

“We’re saved!” he said. “It’s friendly!”

“How do you know it’s friendly?”

“It must be friendly! It’s American!”

This leads Ant and Cleo to the settlement of Croatoan of the New Dixie colony, which is inhabited by the worst examples of Southern Americans possible. Nearly everyone Ant and Cleo encounter here are parodies (I hope they are parodies) of ignorant, racist rednecks who are frozen in pre-civil rights era thinking.

On the one hand, I find it amusing. On the other–maybe it’s some bias on my part as a reader living in the American South–it’s really, really annoying. The only thing that made the residents of Coatoan bearable is that later the Soviet Russians and then Brits that the kids encounter are also all caricatures (though the Brits are perhaps less obnoxious); everyone is equally two dimensional.

Ant and Cleo’s adventures in space opens up several questions about the beginning of the US space program that turns into the Colonies of the United States in space and the United States of the Zodiac with no resolution. Cleo and Ant (and their eventual +1 from Croatoan, Glenn Bob) find out about the mysterious Saucerers, who may or may not exist, and then…nothing. No resolution or exploration of the mystery.

Their romp in space is fun, and I was entertained. Ant and Cleo are clever and entertaining teens. It was easy to read the whole story as a tongue-in-cheek mockery of the space adventures of old. It felt more like a series of encounters than a thoughtful story, though. This thing happens. And then this! And clever humor at the expense of the Americans and Soviets and generally not bright adults! So I wouldn’t pick this up if you are looking for thinky thoughts. It is entertaining, though. Just not deep.

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Book Review: No Mercy by Sherrilyn Kenyon

No Mercy by Sherrilyn KenyonNo Mercy
Sherrilyn Kenyon
Paranormal romance
September 2010
St. Martin’s Press
ISBN: 9780312546564
343 pages
format: hardcover
acquired: purchased

cross-posted from On a Pale Star: A Book Blog for Speculative Fiction

The blurb, from Goodreads:
Live fast, fight hard and if you have to die then take as many of your enemies with you as you can. That is the Amazon credo and it was one Samia lived and died by. Now in contemporary New Orleans, the immortal Amazon warrior is about to learn that there’s a worse evil coming to slaughter mankind than she’s ever faced before.

Shapeshifter Dev Peltier has stood guard at the front of Sanctuary for almost two hundred years and in that time, he’s seen it all. Or so he thought. Now their enemies have discovered a new source of power- one that makes a mockery of anything faced to date.

The war is on and Dev and Sam are guarding ground zero. But in order to win, they will have to break the most cardinal of all rules and pray it doesn’t unravel the universe as we know it.

The review:
I do love how, even though there’s an obvious formula in the Dark Hunters series, it works each time. I get a little bored when I read them back-to-back, but when it’s been months between readings, as it had been for me before picking No Mercy up off my nightstand, it’s refreshing to know that the good guys will get their happily ever after, or at least their happy-for-right-now. It’s also refreshing to pickup a volume this size and read it in one sitting.

More and more, this series is feeling like a cozy comforter; something wonderful to curl with on a snuggly evening. The basic formula is unchanging, but the evolution of the wider plot line keeps me coming back for more. I keep wondering just what the hell is going to happen to the repeat characters I’ve fallen in love with–Acheron, Nick, the Peltier and Kattalakis clans–because I know with all the crazy going on life isn’t going to be easy for them.

No Mercy focuses on Dev Peltier, one of the Peltiers’ identical quads, and on the Dark Hunter Samia, a former Amazon queen, and as such one of Artemis’ favorites. She’s also one of the Dark Hunters known as the Dogs of War–who are described as being just a few steps shy of berzerkers and vicious fighters, even among the Dark Hunters.

This is a romance, so Dev is a man’s man and has no hope of love for himself, and Sam is deeply wounded by the betrayal that made her a Dark Hunter, and at the mercy of the powers she gained when she sold her soul to Artemis, so neither of them are looking for love, cuddles, or sparkly rainbows. Nonetheless they get thrown together by the craziness that seems to swirl around New Orleans and Acheron’s soldiers.

I like, really, really like, Samia. The last time I remember a female Dark Hunter being the focus of the series was Danger, and I never really identified with her–I think hers is the one book of the series I never finished–so I wondered if I’d be turned off by another story focused on one. My fears were unfounded. Sam kicks ass and is just three dimensional enough to be believable while still fitting neatly into the expectations that come with this genre.

Dev has been, until this point, a mostly ancillary character in the enormous supporting cast of the world Kenyon has created. Nonetheless, I’ve had a sort of fictional crush on him for a while now. How could I not be fond of a hunkalicious bar bouncer who drips with sarcasm whenever he graces a page?  So I was prepped to be fond of him, and diving deeper into his character only reinforced that fondness.

I like the characters, but really what I enjoyed was the larger plot-building. We see Nick, and we see how his spin-off YA series, the Chronicles of Nick, is intersecting with this main story line, and we get glimpses of how the big players (such as the PITAs known as the Moirae) are operating and pulling strings. I can’t help but wonder how these larger plotty bits unfold in Retribution, which is the next book in the series and came out earlier this year.

So yes, another solid installment in the series. If I’m not mistaken, this is book 19 in the Dark Hunters series. It reads like Sherrilyn Kenyon has tons of story left to tell, as far as the larger plot, and I have to wonder how she manages to keep all this straight in her head. She has a huge cast of characters and story arcs that cross several books at a time–and not all in a linear fashion. Whatever she has planned, I’m along for the ride!

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