Lately I’ve had a collection of minor thoughts, but nothing major. I figured I’d throw them all together and have a grab-bag post. Here we go!
Fables: Blood of Heroes: My beloved local library did, in fact, have the tie-in novel I was unsure about reading. Adventure, ho! I requested it, and it arrived surprisingly quickly. I read it even more quickly. It’s a fun little light read, and certainly better than the tie-in novels I’ve read previously. I’m not really surprised by that – like I said, I really like other works I’ve read by this author – but considering my earlier experiences, I’m still glad. I tend to refer to books like this one as cotton candy reads. They’re tasty, but not big on substance. The game world the story is set in is generally fairly light-hearted, though, so that makes sense. And for the record, I don’t mean cotton candy as an insult. I read a lot of cotton candy, and so do most other people who are big readers, because often I (and other people) just want some fun entertainment.
One of the things I like about this book in particular is that it has eight different heroes, each formed on a different stereotype (or archetype, if you like). The book deliberately plays on the stereotypes for humor. None of the characters is really developed past their archetype, but since the book seems to be winking at the reader, it works. Cliches that might otherwise grate become endearing. For me, it was like watching ghosts of other players going on their own adventure through a game I knew. There’s a singular pleasure in watching someone else enjoy something, and I felt a little of that in this book.
Devil in the Wires: I finally finished one of the books I’d stopped in the middle of. I am disappointed. Like I said, I really liked the concept for this one. It involves the various gods humans have worshipped over the millennia actually existing (in a Lovecraftian unknowable mind-breaking monster kind of way) and gaining power or sustenance or something from human worship (or human pain, or…). Except now, human beings have found a way to trap these gods and extract the power from them. Instead of burning coal for electricity, we burn gods.
Cool idea, right? Having finally finished it, though, I’ve figured out why it was such a slog for the longest time: first, I wasn’t interested in any of the characters. It’s not even that I didn’t like them; I’ve said before that I can dislike a character and still find them interesting and want to see how their story develops. But these didn’t interest me, to the point where I consistently confused two of them (the main character’s boss, who was on another continent, and the suspicious cop). I thought it was just the writing style, which runs to gritty, that made them seem colorless, but even at the climax I didn’t much care about any of them. And second, there’s a stretch in the middle where not much is happening. Maybe there would be, if I cared about the characters. But as it was, it dragged. Which is disappointing, because I really wanted to like this book. Another anecdotal data point: characters are a Big Deal when it comes to the quality and enjoyability of a book.
The Casual Vacancy: I actually read this months ago. A friend of mine (who is now and again mentioned on this blog, namelessly) suggested that, since we often have excellent conversations about books, we should read a book together, record our conversation about it, and put it up here. The Casual Vacancy was the book we decided on. He’s taking a while to read it, though, so since I don’t know if or when that conversation will happen, I figured I’d toss up a few thoughts on here.
The Casual Vacancy was really painful to read at first. It highlights the pettiness in human beings, the venial selfishness present even in positive actions, in a way that makes it impossible not to recognize those same traits in oneself. Or at least, it did for me. I started it immediately after finishing Grace of Kings, too, which only exacerbated the effect. But over the course of the book, it gradually begins to feel humanizing rather than caustic. Everyone is small and everyone screws up (often), but I found myself wishing for them to do better, rather than condemning them.
This also made me wonder about Barry Fairbrother, the character whose death kicks off the plot of the book. He’s simultaneously present and absent throughout the story, a looming gap whom all of the characters know but the reader does not. At least, the characters know his public face – which is what makes me curious. One of the things the book emphasizes constantly is the difference between people’s public faces and their private thoughts and feelings. So I have to wonder, what lies inside Barry Fairbrother’s public face? I have no way of knowing.
The Spell of the Sensuous: This one I actually haven’t finished reading yet, but a friend of mine recommended it to me and said she’d like to see me review it. I was excited! And I adored the opening. It’s beautiful. What I’ve read since then reads like a strangely harmonious combination of poetry, dissertation, and travelogue. I’m looking forward to seeing how it develops.