Feb
21

Book Review: Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand

Major Pettigrew's Last StandMajor Pettigrew’s Last Stand by Helen Simonson

Anglophiles will find this novel a delightful society romance with enough mystery and high stakes to draw in those who aren’t romance fans.

The main plot involves Major Pettigrew and his courtship to the unlikely Mrs. Ali. This is charming in a tea-and-cottages sort of way, as it hearkens to a somewhat idealized version of England. But there’s tension underneath the coziness, because they’re not just separated by socioeconomic status but also by race.

Race is kind of a central theme in this novel, along with cultural identity. The major is considered quintessentially English, even though he was born in Lahore, and Mrs. Ali is considered a Pakistani, even though she was born in Cambridge and had never left the British Isles. Simonson deals with other racial stereotypes and prejudices, mostly between the English and the Pakistanis, but also between the English and the Americans.

Don’t think this is just a romance, however, because Simonson gives you plenty of plot. Major Pettigrew has one half of a pair of guns, the other of which is his by rights (except that there’s a small legal issue…) His family wants to sell it, but he’s determined that they should remain together, as his father intended. Roger, the Major’s son, wants to get in with the local lord so he can be involved in a housing project–which will destroy the village as they know it. Meanwhile, they keep running into a young woman named Amina, who (along with her son George) have some mysterious connection to Mrs. Ali.

Everything gets resolved satisfactorily, but not without mishaps and adventure and a few revelations about the true character of some villagers who pretended to be friends. There are some daring escapes, heroism, lives saved, hateful assassins and even a small tragedy or two, but mostly everything works out for the best.

I recommend this for anglophiles, people who like romance, people who like adventure, and people who like cozy mysteries. It’s a delightful book and it crosses a lot of genres, so there’s really something here for everyone.

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Feb
13

Book Review: Napoleon’s Buttons

Napoleon's Buttons: How 17 Molecules Changed HistoryNapoleon’s Buttons: How 17 Molecules Changed History by Penny Le Couteur

This book is a combination of chemistry and anthropology/history of science. There are a lot of books out there, many of them well written, about the history of science and how scientific advances and discoveries changed changed civilizations, but very few books that mix in chemistry in a way that’s designed to appeal to the layperson. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a diagram of a molecule in any pop science book I’ve read, and I read voraciously on this subject.

After a quick overview of organic chemistry, the authors begin talking about spices such as pepper and nutmeg. They diagram the relevant molecules and describe their properties, then talk about how the search for the spice-producing islands sent European wayfarers around the globe. In a similar way, the authors touch on the other subjects: dyes and dyestuffs, sulfa drugs, CFCs, quinine, sucrose, etc. They talk about the nature of the molecule, talk about where it comes from, and then talk about how it impacted human societies.

As much as I liked the addition of chemistry into what is essentially a novel about history, the last time I had a chemistry class was in high school, which was over eight years ago, so the terms and descriptions weren’t familiar to me. If you have a science degree, or you were in a chemistry class more recently, these descriptions might be right at the correct level. (Or maybe they’re too simplistic and easy for you?)

As for the history aspects of it, I’ve read enough on the history of science and technology that most of these stories are ones I’d read before. They’re stories I enjoy, and these authors occasionally added more detail that I wasn’t aware of or had forgotten, but they were all stories I’d heard before. I knew about the search for artificial dyes, and about DDT’s role in eliminating malaria, and about how salt was manufactured in medieval times. So, while the chemical sections were too complex and difficult to follow at times, the history sections lacked as much depth as I wanted.

The writing flows well, and the range of terrain that NAPOLEON’S BUTTONS covers is broad, so most people who have an interest in science and the history of science will find something enjoyable about this book. If GUNS, GERMS AND STEEL is too daunting for you, you might find NAPOLEON’S BUTTONS a little more accessible. I recommend this for people who like science.

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Feb
10

Book Review: A Little Night Magic (Audio)

A Little Night MagicA Little Night Magic by Lucy March

There are a lot of very likeable elements in this urban fantasy. It starts out swiftly. Liv, the small-town protagonist, has just bought a plane ticket to Europe. She’s tired of her small-town life, and tired of being in love with Tobias, who doesn’t seem to return her affections. Then, a stranger named Davina hits her with a stinky gym sock, which awakens Liv’s latent magical powers.

Let’s start with the romance. I found the romance charming and believable. Liv loves Tobias despite his faults. His faults range from the little ones (crooked front teeth) to the big ones (clams up whenever the situation calls for candid speech.) This is a man I could picture, and a man I could picture falling in love with. She’s grown to love him because he’s always there for her. He is loveable because he invites her over to watch movies, not because he has a chiseled face and implausibly colored irises. Many urban fantasies give the heroine a flawless hunk to lust after, but I prefer the credible ones.

Liv’s best friends are Stacey, Peach, and Millie. Peach and Millie both love Nick, Stacey’s brother, which makes for an awkward and believable conflict. They’re a little overdone, but still, good and believable characters with plausible motivations.

Liv’s magic is as charming as she is. She can make inanimate objects into small, animated creatures. A trash can lid becomes a dog. A mug becomes a rabbit. A paper crane flies. Davina is the one who encourages her to explore her power, and Davina is the one who warns her away from the man named Cane. Cane came into town at the same time Davina did, and Davina says that Cane killed Liv’s sister Holly.

As Liv has never known she had a sister, and only knew her dad as “some guy named Dave” who left and broke her mother’s heart, she finds all of this information quite alarming. Davina warns her that Cane stole Holly’s magic and wants to steal Liv’s as well, but that she’ll be safe until her magic reaches its full strength. As to why she never had any magic before, it appears that Liv’s absent father put a block on Liv’s magic to hide her from people like Cane. Davina’s stinky gym sock removes the block.

Liv is afraid of Cane, and wants to find her father so that he can put the block back on her. Davina says he can’t be found, and that Liv’s only choice is to grow strong enough magically to fight Cane. Liv fights this at first, but eventually decides that she’ll give Davina her magic so that Davina can fight Cane.

If you like urban fantasy novels with likeable protagonists and believable romance, you will probably like this book. I did. If you think you might want to read it, please stop reading this review right now, because I can’t talk about the elements I disliked without completely spoiling the plot.

Okay.

You’ve been warned. Here thar’ be spoilers. Yarr.

Davina tells Liv that Cane killed her sister and wants to kill her too. Davina tells Liv that she has to grow strong enough to defeat him magically. If I absolutely believed (as Liv does) that someone was going to try to kill me, and that he had the means to do so (and had done so before) I would, at the very least, arm myself. Yes, she lives in NY, which I guess is a blue state, but the internet has told me they have pepper spray there. Isn’t self-preservation the most fundamental instinct? Yes, Liv hates the idea of killing, and rails against it, but she doesn’t even go to the cops. She’s pacifist, and credulous, and sweet, but she takes it to such extremes that I found myself yelling at her as I listened. For example:

Olivia: “I am so stupid!”

Me: “Yes, you are.”

Olivia: “What am I going to do?”

Me: “Get a gun.”

Olivia: “How will I defeat her?”

Me: “Shoot her.”

Olivia: “I’m not powerful enough to stop her!”

Me: “You don’t have to be. That’s why we have guns.”

Olivia: “It’s hopeless!”

Me: “No, it’s not. Get. A. Gun.”
Soon we find out that Davina is actually the bad guy. Davina killed Holly by taking her magic, and her plan all along was to convince Liv to do the same. Cane is there to avenge Holly. Tobias is a magical security guard who had been hired by Holly (before she died) to protect Liv.

So, to clarify: Holly knew that she and her father were on the lam, because she knew she had a sister she couldn’t contact. Holly has a powerful conjurer as a boyfriend. Holly fears for her sister’s safety so much that she hires a powerful magical security guard to watch over her for four years, which can’t be cheap. And yet Holly was still somehow duped into to willingly giving Davina her magic? My understanding was that she was conned, which would make Holly exceptionally stupid, but I’m going to plug my fingers in my ears, say lalala and pretend she was at least extorted, which will make it a little less pathetic, but that wasn’t my original understanding.

Davina originally tells Liv that Cane will kill her to take her magic, but he’ll wait until her magic has come in fully. When Liv finds out that this is a lie, that it’s Davina who wants the magic, Davina tells Liv that Davina will destroy the town unless Liv willingly gives her magic up, dying in the process. At this point, people who have any faith in their government will call the cops and get a restraining order. The cynical among us might believe instead that this is the perfect occasion for a gun, a few plastic bags, and some really discreet friends with shovels.

Neither of these options occur to Liv. Liv’s boyfriend can kill people with his mind, and yet, getting him to do his job (protect her) doesn’t occur to her. Liv thinks her best chance is to get enough magic to defeat Davina. What she thinks Davina will do once she has been “defeated”, I’m not sure, but it’s clear Liv doesn’t want to kill her. In fact, she relentlessly argues against killing Davina. This is do-gooder naivite that would make even Ned Stark slap his face in his palm and shake his head in frustration. More absurd is the fact that Liv wants to use magic to take Davina down, despite the fact that–by her own admission–the ability to turn raspberries into butterflies is not useful for combat. This drove me crazy, because I don’t like urban fantasy in which people seek out magical solutions when the non-magical solution is cheaper, easier, and more expedient. Say, a gun. I’m not a violent person, but “I’m going to destroy everything and everyone close to you unless you let me kill you” is a situation in which even Quakers might lock and load.

Second problem I had with the book: Davina is a completely evil psychopath. She is the only truly evil person in the book. She is also the only black person in the book. This bothers me.

Third problem: This refers only to the audio version. Once again, I hated the voices. The narrator did the women’s voices fine. I kind of liked Davina’s honey drawl and Betty’s lewd old-lady voice. I even appreciated the subtle differences between Millie, Liv, and Stacey. But the men’s voices drove me nuts. Tobias sounds like Binky from the kid’s cartoon Arthur, and Cane sounds like Milhouse from the Simpsons, albiet with a fake southern accent and a head cold. As much as I liked the women’s voices, I would rather have a narrator who reads it all straight, with no acting. I would give up my enjoyment of the voices done well in order to avoid the cringe-worthy cartoon-character quality of the mens’ voices. Luckily, they had fewer speaking parts.

I recommend this novel for people who like urban fantasy a little fluff mixed in with the grit. It’s good for people who like fantasy, and for those who like romance. I haven’t checked, but I strongly suspect that there’s a sequel, so it’s good for people who want to get to know a magical heroine and keep her acquaintance for a few books.

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Feb
01

Book Review: Medium Raw

Medium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who CookMedium Raw: A Bloody Valentine to the World of Food and the People Who Cook by Anthony Bourdain

This is a review of the audiobook, so bear that in mind when I say that you can summarize this easily: Anthony Bourdain rants about the food industry for 9 hours. Not that that’s a bad thing. Since it was Bourdain himself ranting, and not some overblown voice actor, every joke came off exactly as intended. I know that in the past I’ve read memoirs by people, and often (especially if the author is a comedian) the book falls flat because the intonation carries the bulk of the meaning.

Anthony Bourdain wrote a book a few years ago called KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL about his years as a cook. I am 90% positive that I picked up that book a year or so ago and tried to read it, only to remember that I had already read it. Now I’m not sure I even read it. So I either read it 1.5 x and don’t remember it, or I haven’t read it. Either way, rest assured you do not have to have read KITCHEN CONFIDENTIAL for this book to have merit or make sense. He mentions the first book frequently, and has a wrap up of “whatever happened to so-and-so” in the last chapter, but otherwise it stands on its own.

Bourdain may not be a heavy-drinking, drug-using, hardcore cook anymore, but he’s still an angry man. I think that for people who are in any way involved with the fine dining industry, this book will be juicy gossip, as amusing for its titillation as for the inevitable drama to follow.

Alas, the only connection I have to the food industry is that I adore watching TopChef, reading memoirs of culinary people, and leafing through Cooks Illustrated. Chefs don’t make special dishes for me when I sit down in their restaurants.  I have never eaten at, and probably will never eat at, Per Se, The French Laundry, or other even less-well-known fine dining restaurants. Some of the people  Bourdain discusses are known to me, and I was interested to hear about them. Others are complete strangers to me. Bourdain doesn’t really help either. In one chapter, entitled “Heroes and Villians” he lauds and damns various chefs and critics, but he presumes you already know who these people are. I didn’t, and had to google the names I could remember later on. A little backstory could have really helped.

This is more of a collection of essays than a true memoir. He does have memoir-like passages, such as the tale of meeting a psycho rich girl in the Caribbean. I liked reading about St. Bart’s, a place I will also probably never go, and I loved his vicarious thrill of the 50Euro burned chicken piece at the restaurant that the dumb rich still shelled out for. Who doesn’t like a good travel story?

Bourdain can write well, and he can especially write well about food. He has an entire chapter which is basically just food porn, lush descriptions of exotic food that us ordinary mortals will likely never consume. For some of the dishes, it’s just as well we ordinary eaters will never consume such fare. For example, the opening scene (a description of a once-in-a-lifetime meal of endangered French finch) was described with orgiastic detail, like a man describing kinky sex with an underage girl: fascinating in its perversity, but doesn’t make me want to have kinky sex with underage girls. It just clarified all the ways in which I find that disgusting.

I enjoyed the mini-biography chapters the most. I liked hearing about the genius fish-filleter from the Dominican Republic. I liked hearing about the tormented genius David Chang, and about Bourdain’s friend, who lost on Top Chef. (I also was relieved to hear that my favorite reality show is played straight.) I also enjoyed some of his soap-box moments, like when he said why every person should learn to cook (though some of the ‘basics’ he proposes are things that even I would have to research–and I am a widely-read and self-taught home cook who cooked every day for over 10 years.) His rant against first-world vegans proseltizing made me nod approvingly. I get the feeling that he’s the kind of guy who spouts off what he’s most angry about at the time, even knowing that he’s likely to not care that much about it later–a trait I share.

My main complaint about this book is that it was not written for me, or people like me. In fact, I felt a little looked-down on, especially when he talked about how his jaded palette gets bored with tasting menus, or how poor Thomas Keller can’t go anywhere without being served bad knock-offs of his own dishes. For a guy who claims he’s never had health-insurance, Bourdain doesn’t seem to understand the middle class. My unsolicited advice for Bourdain is that he should eat nothing but his own cooking for a few years, with ingredients purchased at the local supermarket, punctuated perhaps every two weeks with very inexpensive takeout (the kind where you order your food by picture and number). After he’s lived like a normal American for a while, he might once again have a fine appreciation for dining out. He might grow to see eating in restaurants, especially classy restaurants, for what it is–a luxury.

I recommend this for foodies, chefs, and people who like reading about such.

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Jan
30

My Amended Publishing Plan

I’ve had all kinds of strategies in mind for how to make it as a writer, based on stuff I’ve been told to do by other writers, marketers, agents. You have to have a web presence, they say. You have to build a blog following. You have to make a name for yourself as a writer or you won’t sell. This has been my goal since I first started writing: get my novels published and read.

I’ve done a lot of things that feel very “writerly” to me, things that are meant to help my writing career. Here are some examples.

Blogging: like this one. Also livejournal (which I just deleted), and to some extent my chicken comic was meant to increase my web presence. Increased web presence leads to increased name recognition leads to increased readership, the common wisdom goes. I’m not sure how true that is. I still write on this blog, because this blog is mostly about books, and I like books, and people who like books should come here and read my stuff. So that makes kind of sense. But I’d rather talk about other people’s books than my own. I want you guys to talk about my books, after you read them.

Tweeting and facebooking: Similar to blogging. You have to know how to use social media, they say, they mostly being people who just found out about twitter last week. I still tweet, but I’m not frenetic about it. And I still post on facebook, but not to increase my social network platform, just to say something witty or tell people about my blog.

Writing and submitting short stories: As silly as it is, I once had the follwing train of thought–I need an agent. To find out who I should have as an agent, I should find out who the agents are of people who write like me. This is not public knowledge, but if you’re a member of SFWA, you can get this information. You can’t be a member of SFWA without sufficient publications. It’s easier to get short stories published than novels. I’ll learn to write short stories so I can get enough publications so I can become a SFWA member so I can find out which agents I need to submit to so I can get an agent so I can sell my novels.

Silly, I know, but it’s better to have a silly plan than no plan at all. And it wasn’t completely useless. By learning to write short stories, I got into Clarion, which was an amazing and wonderful experience that I never regret. I also got into some nice anthologies, which is a good experience, and I met some really cool editors. But there isn’t as much of a connection between people who read short stories and people who publish novels as I would like. I no longer believe that even writing a brilliant, award-winning short story will help me sell novels.

Going to conventions: Okay, I’m still going to do this. I don’t really think it’s all that helpful to my goal in bold up there, but they’re fun and I meet cool people and I get to travel.

Marketing myself: By this I mean handing out merch and promoting myself, shilling the Kater Cheek name like a hungry and crass real estate agent. Okay, so I have a signature on my email that tells people about my blog. And I have some business cards with my book cover on it that I hand out. But I’m not going to invest thousands of dollars in fliers and what not to give to people, like strip club ads at Vegas. I just don’t believe it will be fruitful. Also, yuck.

I have given up this stuff for two main reasons. One, I don’t have time anymore now that I’m working full-time instead of being a homemaker. Two, I’m not sure it works.

So here’s what I’m doing instead. Are you listening?

Writing the next book.

Yeah. That’s pretty much it. Writing, and of course reading (and listening to) books, because I can’t not read books. I’m working just about every day on the next book in the Seabingen series. When I’m done with that, I’m going to get the fifth book polished up, which may or may not require a complete rewrite (I hope not) and then I’ll do the same for the other books in the series.  I plan to have at minimum, a book a year published, and I’m going to shoot for one every six months until they’re all out there. I want people to read my books. I want people to enjoy my books. I want people to love them as much as I do. I want to be so popular that hipsters make fun of people who like my stuff, until the backlash comes and they get to enjoy my books ironically.

I’m making good progress on the novel. (Working title: Faerie Killer). I’m about 70,000 words into it, and I think it will be 80,000-90,000 when it’s done, so I estimate that it will be ready to go by May. I work on it just about every day, even if I only have a few minutes, and I work on it for several hours on the weekends. I had to pare down, you see, when I realized I no longer had time to fritter away. I had to do what was the most important. Writing the next book.

And to be honest, all that other stuff is boring.

 

 

 

 

 

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