You can thank my local crack dealer for this one. Well, not really a crack dealer, he sells comics. Comics have become my new little addiction and it can give me the same zone out brainspace I usually can only achieve with stupid movies or sci-fi television. Anyway, I was in the local comic store when I spotted Fell issue 8 and picked it up. I was standing there, all bummed that I had missed out on the early issue of this series when the comic store guy hands me this volume of the first eight stories all so sweetly bound in a hardcopy edition. That guy is so evil.
Fell is about Detective Richard Fell who has been transferred to the bad side of the river for reasons that have yet to be determined. Snowtown is the demon child of urban decay. It is a city in fear; crime is so rampant that the police force has little effect to stamp it out. Most crimes go unreported and the ones that do, go mostly unsolved. Criminals are not afraid of the police as they are understaffed, burned out, and generally insane in some fashion. It is sort of like Gotham City but without the superheroes to get in the way. The only monsters in this story are the human ones. Fell is a good detective who can talk a bomber out of blowing up a building or get a confession out of someone who knows that they don’t have any evidence to convict. He uses logic to create order out of a world that only knows chaos. It all your favourite crime dramas and film noirs and urban decay stories all rolled up into one.
The art in this series deserves a paragraph all of its own. I could spend hours just absorbing the artwork of Ben Templesmith. There no smooth lines or perfect glossy finishes in this book. The lines have a frenetic energy that tell you that this is not a simple, colouring inside the lines, type of world. It is dirty, it is messy, and very human in its lowest form. The boy has talent.
All I can say is that I think this is the best series I’ve read since Sandman sucked me into this medium. It is the type that wants you to tell all your friends about it and make them read it just so that you can have someone to share it with. It is the type that makes you want to devour each chapter but also, you force yourself to enjoy it slowly because you know that once you finish the eighth chapter, you won’t have anymore until they print volume two. There better be a second volume.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
The Renegade by Margaret St. George
As with pretty much every book I review, there seems to be a story attached as to why I have decided that of all the books on my shelf, this is the reason why I picked this one up to finish. I don’t have a hugely good reason why this time around.
The office I work in had a silent auction of things people had around the house that they don’t want anymore. Basically, it was a spring-cleaning motivator and instead of chucking those old appliances, crafts, figurines or books into the trash, people donated them to us to help raise money for the United Way. Someone donated a box of old Harlequins, and since I wasn’t interested in anything else, I bid a dollar on five different bundles of four each. I wanted to bid on something and if I ended up getting one or two, I figured they would make a pretty good gift to an aunt who I know loves those books. I ended up getting the winning bid on all five. So now I have a pile of them by my coffee table and who knows when I’ll see my aunt next. Feeling nostalgic for the old days, I grabbed one for a nice quick read.
This was the one on top and it seemed to have a slightly more original storyline than most. You see, Sam is an avenging angel and he has been assigned to Brett’s case. It turns out that someone has killed her soon-to-be ex-husband and she is the prime suspect. If Sam doesn’t find the real killer, Brett faces life in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. And to make it more interesting, in this day and age, avenging angels can’t just perform miracles and make it all better. They have to find clues and create a case so that the evidence can hold up in a court of law for the guilty. They are like private detectives with wings.
So premise wise, it was top notch. It was the type of story I could imagine someone developing into a weekly serial for television. Each week: a new case, quirky avenging angel detectives, righting wrongs and saving the innocent. Sort of a little bit like Quantum Leap and Touched by An Angel meets The A-Team. Sort of.
The mystery part of the book wasn’t bad either. It kept the action going and it made up for the rest that was pretty mushy. The sparks between Sam and Brett wasn’t all that explosive and you couldn’t really figure out why they ended up in love with each other, especially in such a short period of time. (Other than it was in the author’s contract with Harlequin to get the two protagonists together by the end of the story.) So, character-wise, it was pretty bland. But if you can forgive it for that sin, it wasn’t bad as a light mystery novel.
As for the rest of the charity auction books, I predict a new home for them in the not-to-distant future.
The office I work in had a silent auction of things people had around the house that they don’t want anymore. Basically, it was a spring-cleaning motivator and instead of chucking those old appliances, crafts, figurines or books into the trash, people donated them to us to help raise money for the United Way. Someone donated a box of old Harlequins, and since I wasn’t interested in anything else, I bid a dollar on five different bundles of four each. I wanted to bid on something and if I ended up getting one or two, I figured they would make a pretty good gift to an aunt who I know loves those books. I ended up getting the winning bid on all five. So now I have a pile of them by my coffee table and who knows when I’ll see my aunt next. Feeling nostalgic for the old days, I grabbed one for a nice quick read.
This was the one on top and it seemed to have a slightly more original storyline than most. You see, Sam is an avenging angel and he has been assigned to Brett’s case. It turns out that someone has killed her soon-to-be ex-husband and she is the prime suspect. If Sam doesn’t find the real killer, Brett faces life in prison for a crime she didn’t commit. And to make it more interesting, in this day and age, avenging angels can’t just perform miracles and make it all better. They have to find clues and create a case so that the evidence can hold up in a court of law for the guilty. They are like private detectives with wings.
So premise wise, it was top notch. It was the type of story I could imagine someone developing into a weekly serial for television. Each week: a new case, quirky avenging angel detectives, righting wrongs and saving the innocent. Sort of a little bit like Quantum Leap and Touched by An Angel meets The A-Team. Sort of.
The mystery part of the book wasn’t bad either. It kept the action going and it made up for the rest that was pretty mushy. The sparks between Sam and Brett wasn’t all that explosive and you couldn’t really figure out why they ended up in love with each other, especially in such a short period of time. (Other than it was in the author’s contract with Harlequin to get the two protagonists together by the end of the story.) So, character-wise, it was pretty bland. But if you can forgive it for that sin, it wasn’t bad as a light mystery novel.
As for the rest of the charity auction books, I predict a new home for them in the not-to-distant future.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Fanny: Being the True History of the Adventures of Fanny Hackabout-Jones by Erica Jong
Review by Red Bonney
Oh, it’s so hard to be subtle while walking out of a bookstore with book explicitly displaying the exposed leg of a woman sporting a red silk garter. One must grit one’s teeth and dare society to look down on one for reading something that clearly possesses smutty subjects. I’m here to say, however that this book is more than your typical romance where girl meets boy, girl and boy fall in love (she met many more than just one boy), overcome some piddling adversity and live happily ever after. It’s a tale of epic proportions of one woman’s adventures and struggles in the wide world, who merely wants her fair share of happiness and means to get it. It’s a book of instruction and hard learned lessons.
The story was set in the eighteenth century and penned loosely in the language of the era, which was not as difficult to read as I thought it would, written as it was by a twentieth century woman not unsympathetic to her readers. Once I got into the flow of the story, the language and archaic spelling was easier to overcome. It was handy in a way, as it set it apart from the other books I was reading at the same time.
The tale was narrated by Fanny herself, (based loosely on the character from Cleland’s Fanny) to her daughter whom she wishes to impart her life lessons to prevent her from falling into the same traps life sets. ‘Tis folly, I say, to try and instruct someone when only personal experience will do, but it doesn’t hurt to try, I suppose. Anyway, the heroine, Fanny, was an orphan adopted by the Lord and Lady Bellars, spending her childhood years in relative comfort and ease in the country and isolation from the outside world with her step-brother and step-sister. She grew up without want for anything, a large house, fine clothes and an education, which as the story unfolds, becomes her most valuable possession. Forced to flee her childhood home of comforts, she makes her way to London to seek her fortune. Along the way, she encounters many colourful and memorable characters who influence her future and her fortune which ebbs and flows throughout the book.
The most annoying aspect of this book is that Fanny is a modern woman set in the past. She is a modern feminist in a time when even women generally thought themselves inferior. (I’m currently reading a book about the history of Misogyny - my next book to review- and it’s going to ooze into everything I write from now on). I kept mistaking the book to be a true history of the time, except for this one modern sort of woman. Oh, she had her moments where I just thought ‘what the hell are you thinking?’, but for the most part, I thought she was a very brave, daring girl and I wish I were more like her. Not the part where she was a prostitute for a year, but the rest wasn’t too bad.
This book surprised me, not that I was expecting it to be a crappy book or anything. It was easy to get sucked in just by reading the chapter titles, which were long and descriptive of the chapters they preceded. I hated to put it down because when I saw it sitting there on the table, it looked daunting and heavy, but I couldn’t just stop at the end of the page, I had to keep reading it and it’s one I’ll definitely read again in the future.
Oh, it’s so hard to be subtle while walking out of a bookstore with book explicitly displaying the exposed leg of a woman sporting a red silk garter. One must grit one’s teeth and dare society to look down on one for reading something that clearly possesses smutty subjects. I’m here to say, however that this book is more than your typical romance where girl meets boy, girl and boy fall in love (she met many more than just one boy), overcome some piddling adversity and live happily ever after. It’s a tale of epic proportions of one woman’s adventures and struggles in the wide world, who merely wants her fair share of happiness and means to get it. It’s a book of instruction and hard learned lessons.
The story was set in the eighteenth century and penned loosely in the language of the era, which was not as difficult to read as I thought it would, written as it was by a twentieth century woman not unsympathetic to her readers. Once I got into the flow of the story, the language and archaic spelling was easier to overcome. It was handy in a way, as it set it apart from the other books I was reading at the same time.
The tale was narrated by Fanny herself, (based loosely on the character from Cleland’s Fanny) to her daughter whom she wishes to impart her life lessons to prevent her from falling into the same traps life sets. ‘Tis folly, I say, to try and instruct someone when only personal experience will do, but it doesn’t hurt to try, I suppose. Anyway, the heroine, Fanny, was an orphan adopted by the Lord and Lady Bellars, spending her childhood years in relative comfort and ease in the country and isolation from the outside world with her step-brother and step-sister. She grew up without want for anything, a large house, fine clothes and an education, which as the story unfolds, becomes her most valuable possession. Forced to flee her childhood home of comforts, she makes her way to London to seek her fortune. Along the way, she encounters many colourful and memorable characters who influence her future and her fortune which ebbs and flows throughout the book.
The most annoying aspect of this book is that Fanny is a modern woman set in the past. She is a modern feminist in a time when even women generally thought themselves inferior. (I’m currently reading a book about the history of Misogyny - my next book to review- and it’s going to ooze into everything I write from now on). I kept mistaking the book to be a true history of the time, except for this one modern sort of woman. Oh, she had her moments where I just thought ‘what the hell are you thinking?’, but for the most part, I thought she was a very brave, daring girl and I wish I were more like her. Not the part where she was a prostitute for a year, but the rest wasn’t too bad.
This book surprised me, not that I was expecting it to be a crappy book or anything. It was easy to get sucked in just by reading the chapter titles, which were long and descriptive of the chapters they preceded. I hated to put it down because when I saw it sitting there on the table, it looked daunting and heavy, but I couldn’t just stop at the end of the page, I had to keep reading it and it’s one I’ll definitely read again in the future.
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