One of these things . . .

. . . is not like the others.

I recently read the third book, A Storm of Swords, in George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series.

I also just read The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett (now a series of two, after 18 years between books).

And I read Sin City: A Dame to Kill For by Frank Miller (2nd in a series of at least 6).

Now obviously, Sin City is completely different because it is a graphic novel, and because it is less than 1/4 of the length of either of the other two. Also, it is set in modern times, while the other two are set either in medieval history or pseudo-medieval times.

But in some ways, A Storm of Swords and Sin City have more in common than either of them do with Pillars. Both are very violent, and neither one of them depends on having a happy ending for the main characters – perhaps a satisfying resolution in the sense of achieving vengeance, but not by any means a happy ending.

With Pillars, I found myself riding a kiddie rollercoaster – it’s all ups and downs at predictable intervals, with no curves or loops, and not even any steep plunges to get your heart started. Every time a problem was resolved, you could count on a new problem cropping up and a quick solution to the problem being found – the only one that lasted through the book as an individual problem (as opposed to a new problem relating to the building of the cathedral) was whether or not Richard would regain his birthright as Earl. And even then, it had a “more than happy” ending – instead of Richard fumbling along as a bad earl, Aliena ends up getting to play earl. I mean, every time something else would go wrong, you could hear Follett expecting the reader to gasp in horror at how the characters found themselves in yet another tragic situation with no – oh wait, Prior Philip has a cunning plan! Collective sigh of relief!

And the dialogue was hard to believe, sometimes – it seemed too often as if the characters were saying something just to explain it to the reader.

I think it just was too much outside action impacting the characters – very little was based on the choices characters made. Not completely – for instance, Aliena definitely made a choice about who she was going to marry, and thus is created one of the conflicts – but there was too much of the deus ex machina both in causing conflicts and in resolving some of them. If such-and-such hadn’t happened at just exactly the right time, well, so much for building Kingsbridge Cathedral, or a character would leave the story, or would not find out the crucial bit of information that saved the day – but guess what – such-and-such happened.

After what seems like a completely negative review, I have to say that although it impacted my enjoyment of the book overall, that it was easy to read and kept my interest. It is a good book, but with a little character development and fewer plot contrivances, it could be a great book.

A Storm of Swords (and indeed the whole series) has a little bit of the same just-as-things-are-looking-up for one the characters, yet-another-bad-thing-happens style. However, the characters are much more believable, they frequently take action rather than just reacting, and they change over time. So far, the plot (the plots, actually) are holding together, and it is interesting to get hints of where this is all going to end up. Also, I like how Martin is not afraid of killing off characters – I was totally blown away when a seemingly necessary character was killed. Don’t get me wrong – if he were just killing off main characters to try to keep interest in the book going, it wouldn’t work. But Martin seems to have a plan for where he’s taking the story (book 7? maybe more? I have to admit that the trend towards fantasy gigantism is wearing on me), and as long as I can see some sensible travel-planning, I’m along for the ride.

I like the content arrangement in Martin’s books, with small chapters from a different character’s perspective. Particularly, I like that you don’t learn everything about a character there is to know right away; and by withholding certain characters from the list of narrators, there is a lot of unknown information that you can only accrue by hearing it from someone else’s experience of that character. For instance, Lord Tywin never graces us with his presence in the narrative, so we only know what he thinks or what his plans are through Tyrion or Jaime.

Without going back and checking, I believe that we don’t get a perspective from characters who die (with the notable exception of Ned (Lord Eddard). Is that intended, or is it just chance? We’ve never had a chapter from the perspective of one of the kings, and at least four of them have died (Robert, Renley, Joffrey, and Robb); but is that because knowing too much from the king’s perspective would mess with the plot, or because they’re doomed? We haven’t heard from Stannis or Balon, but we do hear from Daenerys. If it were true that we don’t hear from people who are doomed to die, then Daenerys should survive. I’m hoping Cersei dies an unnatural and painful death, so I’ll be very sad if she starts becoming a narrative presence.

From totally hating Stannis (remember, I’m only through book 3, so he could succumb to Melisandre again in later books) I ended up rather liking him as of the end of Swords. He was so close to being unforgivable with the intent of murdering the bastard son of King Robert that one would have thought he was irredeemable. The way Martin had Davos speak up to Stannis at the end of a chapter, and then we know nothing more about them until they sweep to the rescue of Castle Black was a trademark of how Martin keeps secret the things that people are not likely to know – so there’s no way Jon would have known about Stannis and his army, and we get to be as surprised as they are.

If Martin can keep the level of writing and plot/characterization going that he has through the first three books, he might actually make it to the end with most of his fan base intact. The fact that he has spin-offs in the form of games and miniatures, t-shirts, etc., implies that there is a core following who will be there no matter what – heck, just look at Wikipedia – there’s a lot more information on the world and characters of A Song of Ice and Fire than there are on some real-life countries/people.

A Dame to Kill For is all about reacting rather than acting, although one might not know it at first. Dwight McCarthy certainly doesn’t know it, at any rate. In the end, though, is he acting on his own choice, or still just reacting to Ava’s manipulations? One of the things about Frank Miller that I like is that one doesn’t always have a neatly packaged ending. It always seems as if one is never sure of the veracity of the narrator in Sin City – Marv was possibly crazy, and Dwight definitely has indications of madness – so if we’re hearing the story from them, how can we be sure that they’re telling the truth? They certainly are able to convince some people that they’re sane – if it weren’t for the scene where we see Ava being herself when Dwight isn’t around (after Damien is dead, but before she calls the police) we might even be sure that Ava’s tale to the police was true; but we know better – it may not be true but it also might be merely a different lie than we think.

So is Dwight crazy? Is he honest? Does one preclude the other? And which of these things is NOT like the other?

Death, where is thy sting?

I must admit to dissatisfaction with Neil Gaiman’s Death: The Time of Your Life.

Probably an emotional reaction, rather than a logical one. Emotionally, I feel as if there wasn’t anything to support the radical change in Foxglove’s heart; but when I read it, it all makes sense. I also felt that there wasn’t a good reason for Death to make a deal with Hazel. And noble Boris – that seemed pretty trite.

But I re-read it again this evening, and it all seemed to click into place, emotionally and logically. So it must have been because I was reading it at 3 in the morning this morning, during yet another bout of insomnia. Go figure.

Book Stash diet

One of my resolutions this year was to go on a diet – I have so many books waiting to be read that it is ridiculous.

I have decided for the year 2009 only to read books that I already own – there’s at least 5 shelves of new books (new to me, many of them are used books) – and even with the rate that I go through books (24 since the first of the year), I think these will probably last me a year.  So with the exception of a small order from Amazon.com (hey, I had a gift certificate, what was I supposed to do?), I have intrepidly set out to whittle down the number of unread books on my shelves.

Of course, being as chemobrained as I am right now, I’m concentrating on the fun (& easier) books that are there. Which is mostly scifi, fantasy, detective, and horror. The problem is that lots of the books are history or science. Don’t get me wrong, I *love* history and science, I just can’t focus enough right now to really absorb or enjoy them much. I’ll probably take a crack at a couple biographies in the next 6 weeks or so – I did recently read Magical Thinking by Augusten Burroughs – but then he’s easy to read, funny and serious at the same time.

So my already picked-over stash of books is slowly becoming the books that have been rejected previously – not because I don’t want to read them, but because they didn’t meet the criteria of mood or brain capacity that I was currently at. Fortunately, before I made my resolution, I did buy the Inkheart series (re-read the first one already), the first three books in the Artemis Fowl series (also read the first one this year), and the Bartimaeus Trilogy (of which I’ve finished the first two). The real trick is to not devour those immediately and leave myself with just the books that actually require a brain.

And it also leaves me in despair on some counts – for instance, I (literally) just finished reading Natural Ordermage by L.E. Modessitt, Jr., which has been on my shelf for quite a while, only to discover that it has a sequel, which is *not* on my shelf! Argh! My only hope for that is that Brian will take pity on me, and buy it for my birthday.

So then what do I do for the last 1/3rd of the month of March? I re-read books from my collection! I was being good, reading (from the new books) Exile’s Valor by Mercedes Lackey (Oooh, it really kind of burned me that she threw herself in there – but I can certainly understand the temptation. . .), and it made me need to re-read the Arrows of the Queen series because it happened right before that series. And then I was still in nostalgia mode (and not feeling as if any of the fantasy on the “new” shelves was going to satisfy), so I re-read Elizabeth Moon’s The Deed of Paksenarrion (book II has a couple episodes in it that read like playing D&D on graph paper with the dice a-rollin’ – still love it, though). I’m starting to feel that jones to re-read The Lord of the Rings again, but I’m trying to resist. It hasn’t been that long since I read them last, and I want to be able to really savor it the next time.

I have a couple history books that I’ve started, so I may try them, see if I can pick up the thread without having to re-read everything I’ve already read – one is The Pirates Laffite by William C. Davis. I do remember that I was really enjoying it, and don’t really remember why I set it down. Another is The First American by H.W. Brands. I remember enjoying it while I was reading, but after the first three chapters, I had trouble picking it up and sticking with it. I think I was coming off chemobrain from the last bout, and still not able to focus very well. At least if I pick it up again and review the first three chapters, I’ll probably remember the early years of Ben Franklin’s life until I’m 90 years old. . .

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2 days later -

So instead of going for the history, I picked up A Storm of Swords by George R.R. Martin (Argh! I don’t have the next book in the series on my shelves – Brian! Help!). I’d read the prologue a year or more ago, I believe I was in chemo at the time, and everything about it just was too depressing. I think it was around that time that I started re-reading the Discworld series by Terry Pratchett.

This time, however, I sailed right into it, although I’m struggling with having forgotten some of the events from the previous books since it’s been so long since I read them. Most of the time Martin is pretty good about throwing in enough details without overdoing it – just enough to remind me of the incident in question without having characters sit and reminisce inappropriately.

I’m about 40% of the way through (it’s 1128 pages (plus a 46-page listing of characters!)). One of the culled blurbs in the front in “praise” of this book and the series as a whole is from Publisher’s Weekly, and they describe it as “One of the more rewarding examples of gigantism in contemporary fantasy . . . richly imagined.” Obviously, here, they’re referring to the size of the book/series, and although I can’t find a definition in any of my books on literary criticism (outdated? don’t focus on so-called non-literature?), I suspect that gigantism also refers to the depth of detail that causes the books to be so long. In some ways, I think you could call *that* minisculism, for the microscopic way the author describes *everything*. Robert Jordan and Terry Goodkind are good examples of the gigantism/minisculism phenomena – note to George R.R. Martin – I hope at 68 you’re in good health, or that you have good notes and a plan to finish the series!

A lot of people don’t have the patience to read all the detail, and as I’ve found in a couple of the Wheel of Time series, I occasionally struggle with it myself. With Goodkind, it wasn’t so much the detail that got me, as that the same things happened in every book, just different places with different villians. I finally gave up on his books, although I really enjoyed the first 2. But so far, even though I can kind of see hints of that repetitiveness starting to appear, I’m still enjoying the story, and the detail doesn’t bog me down. But I still have 668 pages to go, so by the end of the book, who knows?

At any rate, this’ll keep me busy for another few days, and then maybe I’ll be up for some of the history – probably not since I just had chemo yesterday, and already my brain is getting fuzzier; but everyone has to have a dream. . .