Thursday, February 24, 2011

Steampunk: Where Sci-Fi meets Historical Fiction

Greetings and salutations.

Let me begin by saying that this will not be the sole post here to represent the blooming genre of steampunk literature, but there will be many more to come I'm sure. You may recall my first post about the Dapper Men and to be certain there will come a time when several of us post about the most glorious and fashionable authoress Gail Carriger but for now please bear with me.

Since my own personal discovery of this genre two Octobers ago I have become something of an addict. I have a rather long list of books of this ilk which I very much desire to read, but unfortunately do not have the funding or the time as of yet to complete all of them. I am picking my way as I go, and every month or so I pick up a new steampunk treat to satiate my hunger.

This month I picked up the book "Dreadnought" by Cherie Priest.



In a nutshell: the Civil War is still raging many years after our history tells us it was supposed to have ended. Texas is a Republic, Mexico is an Empire, and the North and the South are still fighting tooth and nail. Airships, boats and trains are primary modes of transportation, the slaves have been freed but not given full rights yet, and the world is something of a mess.

Our heroine, Vinita "Mercy" Lynch, works at the Robertson Hospital in Virginia. She is a Confederate nurse, but a nurse nonetheless, and a damn good one. She receives word that her husband has been killed some months ago, and on the same day receives a telegram that speaks of her ailing father who begs her to come to him in Tacoma, WA. To travel entirely across the country is difficult, let alone in the middle of a war, but Mercy has nothing left to do but go, despite the fact that she hasn't seen her real father since she was six. He went West in search of gold and never came back, presumed dead, till now.

Mercy must travel by boat, airship, and finally train -- a Union train, armed and armored to the teeth. It's an enormous, impossibly fast, impossibly strong monstrosity of a machine called the Dreadnought and it is carrying something secret and quite deadly. The train ride west is full of attacks, espionage, and good old fashioned Western gunslinging. Oh, and there are big Iron Giant type machines fighting for the Union and the Confederacy, and there may or may not be a drug called sap that, when one overdoses on it, causes one to lose one's mind, senses, and become a walking corpse that's insatiably hungry for the living flesh of others. Oh, yes.

Did I mention how fucking FUN alternate history is?

Cherie Priest's storytelling skills are straight up excellent. The story is almost written in real time, so I felt the need to grip my book with white knuckles and stay in one place until I had completed the story, racing against time to get to the ending that I was dying to find out about. When I got to the end, however, I realized that "Dreadnought" takes place in the same world/time as Priest's first book, "Boneshaker" (which I also had on my list) and subsequently wished that I had also grabbed "Boneshaker" -- damn it that I picked up "Dreadnought" first! I have a thing about reading/watching things in the proper written/produced order. But no matter. It wasn't extremely vital to the plot, as I said, but rest assured I will be reading "Boneshaker" as well.

Can we talk about the fucking brilliant titles? Like.... shit.

Cherie Priest gets an A+ in Alternate History 101. I think she is going to graduate with honors.


Lady Aly

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

News Flash!

I'm about to deliver some shocking news directly to your brains. Are you ready? Here it is:

Finding the time to do recreational reading while you are in school is a frustrating, enraging task.

That is all. Please stand by for spring break and a blog post from Lady Erin very soon.

Lots of love!

Lady Erin
(currently reading: Geek Love - Katherine Dunn)

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Gentlemen of the Road : Bla-bla-bla-BLOGGGG

Hello. Hi. Hi. Sorry I'm late to our little "laaady" party here. Over the internet of course. I'm not making dictations at a real party. Ha, I'm so cool. Actually, it's 11pm and currently, I am waiting on a 5-cheese slice of organic wheat crust pizza in the oven to bake to perfection. Thought I'd give a little bit of love to this blog 'till that happens.

Let me begin post-beginning, by saying what Lady Elise claims in slothilness toward her writing; I, admittedly, share similar slothy habits in my reading. Together, we're a semi-illiterate sloth, probably with sloth-diagnosed ADD by a fake sloth psychologist. (Which I guess is incredibly counter intuitive and slightly misleading when it comes to this blog. Also inefficient; we'd have six fingers total for typing. And you know we'd keep asking where every damn letter is out loud.)

Enough about moss growing mammals, though. This blog's about books. One book. One book by Michael Chabon. Yeah, I know, everyone's probably already read everything of his and I'm late to that party too, but hey, there's some light I hope to shed through this little bloggeroo in hopes that those who have read it, may add to the mix, or those who haven't will put it on their TO READ lists. (Everyone makes those, right?) (SEE MY TO READ LIST BELOW.) I don't know how to make that a cool link, that'll shoot you there, so either scroll all the way down with your eyes closed, or read through everything and reward yourself... with my list....at the end.

GENTLEMEN OF THE ROAD by Michael Chabon

 I ordered this book off of Amazon around 3 am one day, and forgot what I had ordered until it came in the mail two weeks later. I was genuinely, pleasantly surprised.

Gentlemen of the Road, is a hundred and ninety-six pages of adventure, history, foreign languages, war, humour, romance, animals, and a peppered with sketches. Why the hell not?!* Now that the gripper's over, I'll attempt to [somewhat elaborately] deconstruct the plot.

The story's set in  Khazaria in 950 AD, and the plot revolves around two friends who partake in thievery of all sorts (Amram, the older of the two, a burly African Jew who was a former soldier, and Zelikman, a physician-learned, Frankish Jew aptly named for his lankiness and pale features) who go from town to town and put on con-shows. Their money-making focus shifts when they encounter a young Khazarian prince, Filaq, orphaned by a coup --- there was an overthrow of the family's royal position by a man named Baljan. Who is the villain that pretty much rules Khazaria. The fucker. --- So! Keeping a promise to Filaq's dying caretaker (also caretaker of the family's royal elephants) The two men decide to take the offer of returning Filaq back home - for potential monetary gain, of course.

Throughout the course of the book, tid bits are revealed about each character that increase a reader's investment and in the end, leave you feeling rewarded.

Chabon writes in such a way that the reader is - on horseback, looking out through a Persian glass at war scenes in the distance, creating poultices made of herbs and applying ointments to the open bellies of wayward soldiers, stealing horses from an enemy camp under dim moonlight, being trampled, riding elephants, slitting the throats of night-guardsman, lost in hazy nostalgia over one's past and destruction of origin, and rounding up the troops- alongside all the well developed, intricately depicted, characters. Those sketches I mentioned earlier? They're almost unnecessary, but it's fun to play "I wonder how my imagination compares to the sketch" after the first few. Which adds more adventure to the book, if you ask me.

This is my first Chabon. I don't know if he uses hypotaxis in all of his writing, but good golly, even the print in Gentlemen of the Road takes you on a journey. His sentences are so full of descriptions and luxurious language that, physically, take your eyes on a pathway as winding as the characters' travels. If you've ever read Virgil (I've been working on the Aeneid. probably not the best to try blogging about?) Anyway, many of Chabon's sentences have that epic and profound emotion that causes a reader to reel, take a few breaths, and come back for more. It's not a bombardment of long, unorganized sentences, but a successful execution in using the physical print to help enhance the story. Even the chapter titles set your curiosity up for a titillating spike by the time you've finished one. One chapter's title is, "On the Melancholy Duty of Soldiers to Contend with the Messes Left by Kings"  Each chapter starts with "On" like the whole book's full of guideposts. I'm a fan.

A note: Even the Afterword is beautifully written and full of insight and information.

Now for a taste of the characters through some hypotaxis:

Zelikman
"When, rarely Zelikman recalled his mother to Amram, it was often a bedside memory of her seeing him through fevers and nightmares, or singing to him in the soft Latin dialect of her grandmothers, and the shade of that unknown Jewess always seemed to appear in Zelikman when he anesthetized a guard or watchman and laid him tenderly on the ground."

Filaq
"He held himself apart from the men as he had from Zelikman and Amram, sleeping in his own tent, performing his ablutions and elimination in private, riding usually at the head of the train with none beside him and none before, but he fell in regularly among the ranks, during the course of a day, all the way back to the weakest and most useless of the stragglers, to join them for a song or find shoes for the unshod."

 Amram
"It was the business of the world, Amram knew, to manufacture and consume orphans, and in that work fatherly love was mere dross to be burned away. After long years of blessed absence, the return of merciful feelings toward what was, after all, only another motherless and fatherless child, struck Amram, bitterly, as a sign of his own waning powers to live life as it must be lived."


Thematically speaking- and truly, anyone can come up with at least two dozen themes in any well crafted story- but my favorite thing about this story, has to do with the notion of someone being nurturing, yet cold and distant at the same time. (re read the above quotes if you want examples.) It is the theme of genetics - explored through the many cultural diversities within mainly the Jewish people here- that lends itself to the idea of origin and how a person's origin, culture, education, and habits ingrain within us a need to keep tradition and forge our own paths at the same time. To cherish, and yet, be distant. To remember what we've been taught at home, and fulfill an itch to seek to learn new things elsewhere.
Every character has a rich back story, and yet, as a reader, I never felt bombarded by exposition --- which is HUGE for me. There's nothing I loathe more when reading something, than blatant exposition. I take that back, sentimental arguments through dialogue filled with exposition would make me commit a literary hate crime.

Okay. SO. I could go on and on and on exploring more and more themes, and dissecting the book and giving you a fuller, more academic approach, but why ruin this moment, lovies? Pick it up for yourself is all you need to do. There's still the history, foreign language, and humour of it all you need to experience for yourself, I think. A cop out on my part, possibly.

I'll leave you with a a list of words I've learned from this book (Not all of them, of course, but some favorites.) And also some music that I feel fits Amram and Zelikman's description and relationship. Enjoy :) Videos are off of Youtube.Com

Myna - an Asian bird that imitates sounds/people/devices :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDdDJ-HgHmo&feature=fvwrel

Calumny- (slander)
Japery - (Joke)
Mendatious - (Habitually dishonest)
Ululating - (a loud/shrill lament or howl)

Vivaldi - Concerto for Bassoon and Cello in E Minor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvpMyZzqelM&feature=related


WELL THANKS FOR READING, YA LITERATES.
I promise to make them shorter from here on out!

Lady Atra

*this was when I left to get my pizza. I didn't forget...did you?

BOOKS ON MY TO READ LIST:
The Alphabet vs The Goddess (non fic)
The Moon Box (A series of folk lore tales about the moon)
The Theif at the End of the World

And of course, Virgil and I are still dating.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

1997 Personal Computer and Word(less) Processor

Lady Elise's 1st EVER BOOK REVIEW...

EXCUSE LIST.

Below I have compiled a brief list that describes the bionic wall, muddy mountain, desert trail and ukulele-playing giant that stands in the way of my posts. 

BIONIC WALL:
Circa 1997 personal computer, that in 2010 2011 should symbolize a helpful mechanical extension of self, more rather is an older sibling that bats down my hand when I try to poke its keyboard (please visualize).

MUDDY MOUNTAIN:
Everday trials and tribulations.  Definiton including any post-undergraduate melodramatic thought and activity inlcuding anything by way of free-time that baffles my academically brainwashed routine into stasis, hanging out with toddlers as an occupation (I really don't undestand rearing), thoughts including "where did all the moneyz go?" to "I just NEED to learn how to chisel things"(adult signs of attention deficit disorder?), and the inevitable mindless complaining (this post) that accompanies winter.

DESERT TRAIL:
Trying to find the life source in that cranium to which instructs the mouth and fingers how to act accordingly to individual perceptions of daily life and...more specifically, reading material.

UKULELE-PLAYING GIANT (music catalogue): 
I cannot listen to this jolly (sometimes dreary) note-playin' fellow when I write due to inability to focus, but he is SO PERSUASIVE.

That being blerged (blopped, blerped?), I do read quite frequently and hopefully in a short while you will be able to read my musings on these covers and words:

The Witch of Portobello by Paulo Coehlo
The Kindness of Strangers Featuring stories by Jan Morris, Tim Cahill, Simon Winchester and Dave Eggers. 
The Alchemist by Paulo Coehlo  

UPDATE: Evidence I am a sloth-writer, this took me 45 minutes to write.