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Characters: ****(4 Stars)
Character Development: **** (4 Stars)
Plot: **** (4 Stars)
Writing: ***** (5 Stars)
Overall: ****1/2 (4 1/2 Stars)
Age range recommendation: 13 +
Review by Morgan
This is the first novel I’ve ever read entirely on an e-reader, and while I was a little perplexed by the whole experience I’m so glad that I chose to embrace technology this once. Rescue, or, Royer Goldhawk’s Remarkable Journal is one of the most entertaining books I’ve had the pleasure to read in a long time. I found myself staying up late after an exhausting day of traveling around Sweden, desperate to finish the final 200 e-book pages before the battery ran out.
The book begins with the discovery of a mysterious journal in a locked attic trunk, a journal belonging to the discoverer’s father, and an assortment of strange objects brought to light for the first time in many years. Perhaps this is a clichéd way to begin a story, but I must admit that I was drawn in by the set up. After all, this sort of beginning usually leads to the sort of adventure I look for in a title like Rescue! After only a couple of pages we delve right in to Royer Goldhawk’s journal, which starts on September 5, 1883, “in which Royer Goldhawk embarks on a perilous and unexpected journey.” It was exciting to read a steampunk novel which takes place in the USA rather than England or Europe, and the bustle of New York City is where the action begins. Royer is a student at Columbia who spends his spare time at his friend Benjy’s pawn shop. He’s a mild-mannered fellow, compared to his more boisterous friend who lends plenty of comedy to the story, who loves engineering, his parents, and a girl named Mercy Winmer. When America Loveguard – a fashionable but indelicate vaudeville performer and mutual friend of Benjy and Mercy – invites them to her show, Royer attends more out of a desire to see Mercy than America, whose boldness he finds improper. However, the afternoon soon takes a disastrous turn when a villain with a dirigible kidnaps Mercy in broad daylight. Failing to rescue her, Royer does manage to steal a mysterious document off the flying machine, and this document inspires the wealthy criminal to buy off the police force and hire men who kill Royer’s parents and pin the blame on him. A beautiful kidnapped woman, airships, corrupt police, mysterious documents, murder, and pawn-shop combat all within the first forty pages? It’s the start to an exciting journey across the USA in a time when the country was only half-mapped, and the drama continues when Royer, Benjy, and America board a train to escape their pursuers and, against the odds, rescue their friend.
Royer records the details of their travels in his journal, recounting each day’s events with wonder when the adventure begins but with growing maturity as their courage and loyalty are tested over time. This style of writing – daily journal entries – means that we can never be too sure how the story will progress, though obviously Royer survives to write it down each night. The framing narrative of the trunk in the attic, which comes back again halfway through the book, also suggests that Royer meets his wife at some point in the tale, but aside from this fact and the preserved objects which subtly foreshadow what’s to come, each entry keeps the suspense and sense of discovery alive. The friends meet a one-legged and one-armed drifter with a lust for revenge who joins their band, they encounter a voodoo priestess who tells them that the stolen scroll has to do with fairy magic, and they combine forces with a goggled gun-slinger after a train robbery quite literally derails their quest. We’ve seen similar characters and plot twists before in fantasy novels and cowboy serials, but they come together to make something unique in Strickland’s book. Even when she introduces magic into the plot, enough characters are skeptical about its existence to keep the twist from seeming like an easy way out. There’s a bit of romance and some sexual tension, but the action and memorable characters are what keep the story going. The events builds up to a stressful denouement which features a charged combination of magic and old fashioned science, and the final pages of Royer Goldhawk’s journal clearly set us up for a sequel. By that point, the excitement should have drawn any reader in so deep that they’ll be scrambling for the next installment. I, for one, can barely wait to learn what happens next – so she’d better publish the second book soon!
Amy Leigh Strickland has created an enormously satisfying steampunk adventure with wild western and fantasy themes running through it; but unlike many novels in those genres, Rescue manages to be simultaneously fast-paced and well researched. We get just enough detail about ingenious mechanics and magical scrolls to keep the action within the realm of fictional possibility, but Strickland never lets her prose get self-indulgent. Some fantasy and steampunk stories get too absorbed in the cleverness of their designs and draw us out of the plot completely, but not in this case. On the other hand, she has obviously done her research. Her knowledge of the time period ensures that the setting is vivid and believable rather than just a vague backdrop. I was particularly impressed with the descriptions of commercial enterprises which were just starting at the time; the expanding territories and railroads; mechanics; historical syntax; and even little details like the standardization of timekeeping and Edison’s experiments with light and sound. As our heroes travel from New York to New Orleans to the Wild West – meeting fascinating characters along the way – intrigue, action, and historical detail blend damn near seamlessly to create a vivid world and a compelling story. What more could you ask in the first book of what promises to be an addictive series?
I’d recommend Rescue, or, Royer Goldhawk’s Remarkable Journal to steampunk fans who want something a little different from the conventions of that genre; to adventure enthusiasts; and those readers who like their fantasy stories to be realistically presented, and their historical fiction to be truly exciting. While the characters are adults, it would be an appropriate book for young people as well. I know that thirteen year old Morgan would have been in love with it. You can buy the kindle edition for an absurdly low price at amazon.com, and it looks like there’s a paperback version available as well. Seriously, folks, buy this book and read it if you’ve got a few hours to kill and need some excitement in your life. Just don’t blame me when you’re desperate to know what happens next.
Overall Rating: **** (4 stars)
Review by Morgan
Dearest readers, you may have noticed that our usual method of posting little star ratings of plot, character, and whatnot is suspiciously missing from this review. This is not because I simply can’t be bothered, I assure you. It is due to the fact that Black Thorn, White Rose is a collection of re-told and re-imagined fairy tales by several different authors, and it would be difficult indeed to rate the myriad of characters and plots therein. Some of the writers, like Jane Yolen and Patricia C. Wrede have been favorites of mine since the beginning of my fairy-tale-reading days. A few of the stories have the distinction of being the author’s first publication, but few of them seemed amateur or forced. The collection is marketed as fairy tales for adults – though I found it in the YA section of the library – so many of the stories have amped up the sex and gore and adult themes. I was not super fond of the overtly-sexual stories, as my Victorian sensibilities are fragile as all hell, but the violence and darkness in the more Gothic re-tellings were right up my proverbial alley. Below, I shall go into more detail on a few of the stories which stuck out in my memory for one reason or another.
Stronger Than Time by Patricia C. Wrede: A sweet take on “Sleeping Beauty” which, despite having only two major characters, contains a significant plot twist and one very gruesome thorn forest. The main character is an elderly woodcutter who has lived in constant wariness of the imposing tower near his home. When a young and adamant prince-on-an-errand requests the woodcutter’s help in a quest to reach the tower and save the sleeping princess within, the old man grumbles most amusingly but concedes. The story is mostly the two men talking and then their perilous adventure to the castle, which involves some pretty nifty magic, but it is the denoument which made me realize that the tale was so good. I shan’t spoil the ending, but at that point the traditional Sleeping Beauty storyline is twisted around in a most spooky and satisfying manner. It wasn’t the sort of story I normally expect from Wrede, as her Enchanted Forest series is more lighthearted and full of grouchy dragons and strong female characters, but it was a good read nonetheless.
The Brown Bear of Norway by Isabel Cole: This story appealed to the teenager in me, for it involves doomed love, Scandinavian magic, and a young narrator whose stoic acceptance of a shape shifting boy she knows only through pen-pal letters succeeded in melting my cynical little heart. I wasn’t familiar with the “animal bridegroom” folklore tradition on which Cole’s story was based, but even so the fairy tale elements and the power of Northern magic combined into a likable story which fit very well into the collection. The narrator is in high school, which may alienate some readers who have put those years resolutely behind them, but the story is sweet and well written enough to bring us wholeheartedly into her quest across the ocean to find the boy who turns into a bear.
Granny Rumple by Jane Yolen: I was surprised by this story, for though I had figured out from the title that it would be a re-telling of Rumpelstiltskin it contains little to no fantasy. Instead, the story features a money lender and his wife living in a Jewish ghetto in the town of Ykaterinislav. The money lender is small and ugly, though his wife (the eventual Granny Rumple of the title) is supposedly stunning. When he meets a woman in the Christian part of town who is all bent out of shape because her father told her fiance that she could spin gold, he offers to help. That rumor does not lead where one might expect, for instead of spinning it himself the money lender simply gives her some cash to buy gold cloth and, as the rumor persists, dresses. In the end, the myth of the little imp who threatened to steal her baby is perpetrated by the women the money lender helped when his wife shows up after the wedding and demands payment. Disaster ensues. Though lacking the well thought out magic for which Jane Yolen is renowned, this historically religious take on Rumpelstiltskin is clever and important. Its narrative style; that of a legend passed through the Yolen family, adds the element of myth which would otherwise be missing.
Godson by Roger Zelanzy: This may have been my favorite story in the entire collection, though I had never heard of Zelanzy before in my life. I’ve always been a big fan of Death as a character, be it the narrator in The Book Thief or or Terry Pratchett’s character who speaks in booming capital letters. In this short story, which has since been performed as a three act play, a man rejects both god and the devil as voluntary godfathers to his son David, claiming that neither are trustworthy. Death, “he who makes all equal” meets the man at a crossroads and is deemed a worthy godfather. (Any tale which involves making a deal with Death at the crossroads is bound to be good, and Godson does not disappoint.) The godson knows Death as “Morrie” and is never surprised by Morrie’s ghastly abilities or inexplicable appearances at death scenes. Morrie gives the David a talking bicycle which happens to contain a human soul, several good chats about football, and a plant which can restore a person to life. My favorite part of the story was when David and Morrie have a birthday dinner in Morrie’s lair, where each living soul is represented by candles, easily snuffed out. Unsurprisingly, there are some mortal consequences regarding the use of this miracle plant; when David cheats death another candle is put out before its time. As David grows older and tries to escape Morrie’s influence, he has to make some serious choices, and the story throws into perspective the difficulties of choosing between a father figure and moral right. Godson is a modern and entertaining story. It could be included in an anthology of contemporary fiction just as easily as it is in this fairy tale collection. In it can be found a mix of everything good: a charmingly dark entity, humour, tension, inanimate objects which possess the power of speech, difficult choices, betrayal by loved ones, suspenseful altercations, and a mostly happy ending. That is, as happy an ending as one can expect when Death and mortals watch MTV together on the couch.
Sweet Bruising Skin by Storm Constantine: At first, I found it very unlikely that any re-telling of “The Princess and the Pea” could be dark and mysterious, since the fairy tale about princesses being hard to please never appealed to me much as a child. Somehow Sweet Bruising Skin manages to be both, with mixed results. Narrated by the prince’s ambitious and cunning mother, Constantine’s story incorporates alchemy and gross zombie-style-magic into a spooky tale of a Queen trying too hard to control her son. The writing is good, better than I had expected after reading the rather trashy-sounding title, and the characters are memorable. The queen’s alchemist is sleazy, the chancellors are stuffy, and the beautiful – though uncanny – princess who appears during a storm freaked me out entirely. This story reads like a thick fantasy novel; it’s about a made up country with archives full of magical laws, and for those readers who like their fairy tales resolutely starring a royal cast of characters it may become a favorite in the collection. I found myself wishing that Sweet Bruising Skin had been written as a novel, maybe one with a better title, because it seemed like the sort of disturbing tale which could go on for hundreds of pages. That’s a good sign, I suppose.
These were just my favorite stories, the ones which I’ll be carrying in my twisted brain for a good while. There is something for everyone who likes fairy tales and folklore in Black Thorn, White Rose. Do you like regency romances? There’s a story for you. Sci Fi stories with inter-species pairings? Check. Women struggling with painfully low self esteem? Two vastly different stories of that sort. I was not wild about the poems, but since I know next to nothing about modern poetry I will let other readers form their own opinions about those two inclusions. In short, one might read only a few stories in the collection – looking out for their favorite authors and original fairy tales – or one might race through it cover to cover as I did. Either way, or any way in between, Black Thorn, White Rose is a worthwhile anthology compiled by editors who clearly love what they do, and I look forward to perusing the other volumes of the series.
Post by Morgan.
Happy Bloomsday! It is the 16th of June, Rosie has departed for an island in the Atlantic, and in her absence I have been reading up a storm. While many readers in Ireland and elsewhere celebrate June 16 as the day when James Joyce’s character Leopold Bloom experiences his own sort of Odyssey in a day wandering through Dublin, I have decided to read Ulysses for the first time. I rather hate myself for not starting it sooner, but today is the day I begin! Unlike some of the more hardcore Joyce fans around the world, I will not be undertaking to read the entire book aloud by the end of the night; it is just shy of 800 pages long and it’s almost eleven pm. However, I was very excited when I got it from the library after work this afternoon, I have poured myself a drink, and I’m a fan of what I’ve read so far. Before I get lost in the adventure for the rest of the night, though, I’d like to celebrate this occasion by mentioning a few other Irish books which are very much worth the reader’s time and effort. I shan’t be reviewing them in depth, because I really really want to start reading, but I would hate to go without mentioning them at all. Here are some books and poems to check out whenever one is inflicted with the sudden Irish pride which so often takes ahold of me.
1. John The Revelator by Peter Murphy
I picked up this book randomly one day because it had a crow on the spine, but lo and behold it was about two things I love: childhood and Ireland. I was told it compared to an Irish, modern Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and being one of Mark Twain’s biggest fans I purchased this book immediately. While I wouldn’t necessarily say it was as good as Tom Sawyer, John The Revelator gave a lasting impression of what it was like to come of age in the South East of Ireland under the guidance of a very sick mother, a nosy and intrusive neighbor (the perfect caricature of the traditional well-to-do old Irish woman), and a mischievous and persuasive best friend. The book tackles religion, the law, loyalty, and innocence without ever becoming too preachy, and in fact the moralizing characters are generally disliked. How could it be otherwise when the narrator is relatively normal boy with a slightly unhealthy obsession with bugs? There is also a certain creepy atmosphere of doom and very-Irish-gloom throughout the whole novel which, naturally, I rather enjoyed.
2. Poems by W. B. Yeats
Most of my favorite English-language poems from Ireland were written by this one fellow, and if you haven’t read at least one of his poems yet, do so without any further delay! Yeats covers pretty much every subject that I care about: Ireland, faeries, the troubles of growing old, and history. Actually, one of his poems, “To Ireland in The Coming Times” covers the majority of these subjects at once. My favorite of his poems has to be “The Stolen Child,” which I first heard while studying Irish Dance as a child, and I think it captures the appeal of Irish faery-lore pretty damned perfectly, and childhood as well. If you like poems, if you like old faery stories, or if you like the romanticized version of Ireland’s past, read a few Yeats poems and you’ll suddenly love those things even more.
3. The Burning of Bridget Cleary by Angela Bourke
Now, I must admit that I haven’t finished reading this book yet, but I can promise that it’s good. There are two reasons why you should believe me. 1) Jane Yolen, one of the best children’s writers alive today, recommended this book to me when I had tea with her in the fall. (By the way, one of the best hours of my entire life.) Everything Jane Yolen says should be respected, because she is pretty much a god when it comes to Celtic folklore. 2) The subject matter is incredibly fascinating. The Burning of Bridget Cleary is the true story of a village in county Tipperary who believe that a clever and slightly strange woman, Bridget, is a changeling and to get rid of the evil faery spirits they burn her. Even her husband believes this to be true. Did I mention that this incident happened in 1895? That’s not much more than a century ago! What I’ve read so far reads like a combination of true crime story and well-researched historical analysis; it’s readable and entertaining but super important to Irish History and the results of folklore. Angela Bourke is an excellent authority on the subject; she speaks Irish and lectures on the language and Irish oral tradition in several respected universities in Ireland and America. This book might not be for everybody, but for someone who truly cares about the superstitions and practices which have survived in Ireland for longer than one would think possible, this is a must-read. I’ll probably write a full length review when I am done reading The Burning of Bridget Cleary, but even if I don’t please, please, please, dear readership, read it. There’s nothing quite like this book.
There are many more excellent and celebrated Irish Books out there in the wide world, and if I had all night to devote to this blog I could probably go on until dawn. June 16th is almost over now, and I hope some of you have celebrated it in style. I, for one, am going to bid you all farewell now and curl up in my green chair to read about Dublin until the wee hours of the morning. Hopefully we shall hear from our darling Rosie soon, but until then, adieu and happy reading!