Early
(well, more like halfway through) contender for book of the year. There is so
much going on here, so once I’ve given due prominence to the utterly raw and
visceral nature of book as a whole, I’m going to retreat into a bit of philosophising
while I try to get the rest of my thoughts in order.
Back when I was a teenager and still took
rugby, or indeed anything other than childcare and the concomitant challenge of
trying to fashion some sort of ‘me time’, seriously, the two best clubs in
England were Bath and Leicester. Growing up near the latter, they were, and
still are, my team of choice (indeed, I was briefly a member of their protozoan
academy, in the brave new world of those immediately post-amateurism days). While
the Underwood brothers were clearly the star attractions, the members of the
ABC club (the world being neither brave nor as yet new enough to convince the
Tigers to adopt numbers instead of letters on their shirts) were the kind of
club stalwarts who inevitably rose to fan favourite status, and of whom none
were more stalwarty than Darren ‘The Baron’ Garforth.
I came into this book almost completely
blind, buying it simply on the back of its appearance on this year’s shortlists
for both The Kitschies and the BSFA Awards and the reasonable cost of the ebook
edition (price-point matters, kids!). I think I lucked out massively in this
regard, because the less you know about this going in the better. However, it’s
almost impossible to talk about without spoilers, so why don’t you track
yourself down a copy and come back once you’ve had a chance to read? There are
dogs in it, if that helps.
Year Three in the blogosphere and, while no
one yet suspects I am a dog, this was the year the realities of juggling work,
study, and family really started to bite. Woof.
So for all that I was patting myself on the
back about getting the references (well, a reference) last time out, it took me
a worryingly long time to realize that this was pretty much Hamlet with werewolves.
I could probably compose this
post almost entirely from fragments of stuff I’ve already written about other
books. Let’s see, what exactly do we have here?
“Computers were viewed strangely for too long,” Shizue
said. “Clearly the excessive illusions about computer technology wrought
confusion at one point, and society thereafter attempted to adapt a midcourse,
and these thoughts overflow in this generation of people who can’t let go of
their outmoded ideas.”
Well, it was inevitable really. The 21st
Century has finally clawed its way into Kamo Manors and I ended up with a
kindle for christmas. I promptly downloaded half a dozen books in various
promotions and giveaways. So not a problem cashwise, but I’m not exactly short
of stuff waiting to be read as it is. This can only end badly.
1. The first of the Assassini trilogy was Othello With Vampires (and Werewolves). The
whole ‘classic story X with
supernatural entity Y’ trend was
always slightly suspect to begin with, and now looks to be dying a not wholly unwelcome
death.
I should have read this years ago. Literally.
I did English electives at uni and this was required reading for one of them.
Didn’t read it back then though. Was too busy indulging other pursuits and just
winged it in the tutorial. In retrospect if I had actually read the damn thing,
it might have saved me a fair bit of grief.
I’ve talked about horror before. Though that post was basically just a massively long and self-indulgent set-up for a punchline having a pop at a bunch of teenage girls. Still, the sentiments were true enough, in that as a genre I can take horror or leave it. But I’d not really describe this as horror, more like a contemporary James Bond with fangs.