Last week I told everybody about my long flight to San Diego and back. A total of 23 hours worth of travel. Not including customs, waiting to board, shuttle, and driving. The good thing about having long flights is that I get to sit back, relax, and catch up on my reading. I managed to finish three novels on just the flights alone.
My first read was One Eyed Jacks by J.D. Brink. A great pulp noir piece involving casinos, gunfights, exotic women, islands in the Pacific, and a dash of magic reminiscent of Big Trouble in Little China. I devoured this one real quick because it was so fun. Right up there with what I am looking for from the pulp revival style. Fun, exciting fiction that reads like my favorite movies from the 80s. I came across J.D. Brink in issue #3 of Cirsova magazine and look forward to reading more of his stuff.
The second read happens to leave me with a bit of apprehension. John C. Wrights The Iron Chamber of Memory. Wright is one of the writers that gets lauded in certain circles, specifically the Sad Puppy blogosphere. For the most part, I agree with the SP crowd in principle but not in practice(that debate is for another post). But, I am definitely on board with the Pulp Revolution/Revival that branched off from a lot of the SP stuff. Both camps recommend Wright so I decided to finally give him a try outside short stories, having previously only read his Parliament of Beasts and Birds and enjoying it.
Wrights prose is great. I enjoy his Erudite style with multiple references to biblical themes, antiquity, and medieval literature. Writing above the usual level of SFF, up there with Dan Simmons and GGK while lacking the purple prose of hacks like Rothfuss. Sadly this book lacked the proper plot for me to find enjoyment in it.
The plot started well and interesting. An aging estate on the Isle of Sark, a young man, and his best friends fiancee. Mysterious happenings, strange history, a struggle with friendship and love. Unfortunately, without giving away the plot twists the book devolves into a Harry Dresden-ish urban fantasy with some of the most obnoxiously preachy moralizings I have ever read. A cool mysterious setting was ruined by what basically came down to an infodump ending where characters talked to each other.
I am going to have to give Wright one more try because I have a feeling I picked up the wrong book.
Finally the third book I finished on my return flight ended up being my favorite. Of course, it is written by my favorite writer, Peter Hamilton. I read his first published novel, Mindstar Rising. A near future post global warming cyberpunk novel. Greg Mendel is a private investigator, but he is special because he has been modified by the British military with a gland that allows him to discern emotions. Gregs England is one of post global warming and coming down from a decade of totalitarian socialist rule. He is hired to assist an ultra powerful corporation in ferreting out a mole that is sabotaging their production lines. Lots of cool cyberpunk hacking, mind reading, fighting bioengineered war panthers, and all the awesome stuff I tend to love about Hamilton’s novels. Most of all its part one of three so I have plenty to read for the rest of the month.
Well, as I write this it 3 pm on Christmas Eve. Soon I will be getting ready to go out and enjoy a nice dinner and some drinks with the wife. I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas.