Digger, a private investigator fresh off a failed case and down on his luck gets a last chance at a paycheck from an old friend. But like in all noir tales the job isn’t what it seems and he gets thrown in the middle of a nefarious plot involving megacorporations, murder, rape, and government corruption set against a retrofuture techno-noir background.
Neon Harvest does something different, something cool. It’s not a true sci-fi nor a true cyberpunk. Jon takes the technological baseline of the early 80’s and stagnates it. It’s a pre-digital cyber-thriller. The heroes still use pay-phones, newspapers are still on paper, and cash is still used. Yet, colony ships take off, planets are terraformed, and the internet used to exist. I don’t want to spoil anything, because the whole concept is really cool.
Mollison excels at writing crime violence and the seedy techno-noir setting allows him to go all out with several exciting set pieces. Once scene involving a para-glider through skyscrapers was epic, an excellent action sequence where Jon showed his chops.
Another highlight was one of the villains, an disgusting billionaire rapist that was equal parts Harvey Weinstein and Baron Harkonnen, truly repulsive.
Mollison travels in the same writing circles as Alexander Helene and a lot of the PulpRev crowd and I have to say that with each new release the quality of work increases exponentially. Which brings me to my only real complaint about Neon Harvest, which is almost the same as my complaint about The Last Ancestor by Helene. I want more depth. Mollison writes ass-kicking action, the pace is quick, and the prose is pulpy goodness. But, there’s a lot of stuff in there that I wish was expanded upon, a lot of philosophical points that could of been the center of a much deeper and darker novel.
Neon Harvest is an action-packed retro scifi noir asskicker. I read it in two sittings, the second round kept me up until 2 am. Pick it up, put on some wired headphones, and throw on one of the many retrowave playlists on yotube because this one is a blast.
It’s that time of year again, that weird, awkward few days in between Christmas and New Years Day, when all the cat-lady book bloggers put out their best of the year lists.
I’m not a cat-lady, I’m actually allergic to cats, or a book blogger, but I read a lot. Especially considering the amount of travel, deployment, and child-raising, I do each year. Not only that, but I happen to have impeccable taste.
So I’m going to list a few books I read this year that I think are worth your time. For the sake of the list I’m going to exclude my re-read of The Brothers Karamazov, which is the greatest novel ever written, and if you consider yourself a peer or even an aspirant to my level of discourse you must read it several times.
My favorite fantasy novel this year was Guy Gavriel Kay’s latest A Brightness Long Ago. Kay writes adult fantasy with impeccable style. He is one of two writers of fantasy that I list as a favorite, the other being Robin Hobb. A Brightness Long Ago is a fantastic bit of fantasy set in an alternate Renaissance Italy, that is character driven and thematically deep. A must read.
The Battle for Spain: The Spanish Civil War 1936-1939 by Anthony Beevor was an excellent overview of one of the most interesting and often overlooked bits of 20th Century conflict. The Spanish Civil War is chilling, especially when one looks at the cultural events going on around us.
The Last Ancestor by Alexander Hellene is a fantastic piece of science fiction adventure that reads like a throwback to a better time, a time where novels were action packed, heroic, and fun, instead of ironic and nihilistic. I look forward to reading the follow up that is being written as we speak. I have a feeling Alexander has a lot of good stuff in store for the new pulp indy crowd. Read his stuff.
Scaramouche by Rafael Sabatini. I just finished this one and loved it. An action packed adventure set during the early days of the French Revolution. The novel is not only fast paced and exciting but also intellectually and philosophically satisfying in its discussion of class, privileged, duty, and political responsibility. Scaramouche has one of my favorite villains and does the famous surprise reveal about sixty years ahead of its time.
Captain Alatriste by Artura Perez-Reverte. This is actually book #1 in The Adventures of Captain Alatriste. I read this and the follow up and I highly recommend the series. A swashbuckling tale set in 17th century Spain that follows a soldier and sword for hire who get’s himself entangled in court politics and mischief. Sword duels, prostitutes, evil consorts, corrupt inquisitors, massive pike and shot battles during the 30 years war, and basically everything you ever wanted out of a modern Three Musketeers. Historical action pulp at its best.
There you have it, my best of the year cat-lady book list. Do yourself a favor, click on the links above and bask in the glory of my fantastic taste.
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of doing some camping with Uncle Sam’s Gun Club. It consisted of several weeks of being out in the middle of nowhere, sleeping out in the cold, eating MRE’s, and running endless Mass Casualty drills. The sort of stuff I live for. Of course I took my Kindle with me and managed to read between CBR drills.
The book that kept my attention in the midst of all the excitement was Alexander Hellene’s latest, The Last Ancestor: The Swordbringer Book 1. A fantastic piece of science fiction adventure that reads like a throwback to a better time, a time where novels were action packed, heroic, and fun, instead of ironic and nihilistic.
The Last Ancestor is a coming of age adventure novel that follows Garrett Nestor, a human teen born and raised on the planet Yxakh. Garrett is part of the New Canaan settlement made up of Christian refugees who escaped war and persecution on earth only to crash-land on a planet populated by a warlike race of canine-like aliens nicknamed Growlers who are hostile to humanity and their beliefs. The fledgling human colony lives at the mercy of the Growlers Supreme Leader who despises their religion but covets the firearms and technology they posses. In the midst of this interesting setup our young protagonist befriends a curious Growler and ends up in the middle of a life or death plot that forever changes the future of everyone, Human and Growler.
At face value The Last Ancestor is an action packed boy’s adventure novel that reminds me of some of the Jules Verne books I read growing up. Fun, action packed, filled with hideous aliens, honorable friends, crashed space ships, hidden mysteries, and colorful characters. But, beneath the pulpy trappings Alexander Hellene gives us a wholesome coming of age tale about faith in ones people, religion, and friendship. Elements that are often missing from almost all of today’s entertainment.
The Last Ancestors strength, and also it’s weakness, but I’ll get to that later, lies in its pure earnestness. Hellene wore a novel that reads like the continuation of some of my favorite childhood action cartoons. When reading I pictured all of the characters animated in that awesome Hanna-Barbara Thundercats style that was so awesome back in the day. The Last Ancestor is a tale that is rooted in a moral and heroic landscape that was part of our childhood, Hellene is about my age. A landscape that was filled with heroic characters instead of the ironic and nihilistic fare that passes for boy’s entertainment nowadays. It’s a tale that belongs on the shelf next to He-Man, Thundercats, and Johnny Quest and fans of fun and adventurous will love this book.
But, like I said above, it’s earnestness also holds it back. The portrayal of Christians and their religion is refreshing. It’s wonderful to read a novel where Christians or the Christian analogue isn’t some evil hypocrite or backwards puritan. Yet, The Last Ancestor is ultimately a PG-13 adventure novel and I was left yearning for more depth. I wanted less action and more theology, more cultural comparison, more discussion of faith. Ultimately, that’s my issue because I tend to prefer slower more cerebral fiction, but from what I’ve read here it’s clear that Hellene has the literary chops to up the game in the future.
In the end The Last Ancestor is a fantastic independent novel that kept me reading. The quality of the prose, the world-building, character development, and plot are all top notch and I’m proud to award it the first ever BarbarianBookClub Honorable Pig Award. Alexander Hellene crafted a wonderful novel and his dedication and love for the material comes through on every page. This guy is a professional and I look forward to reading more of his work.
If you support independent fiction that turns it’s back on the nihilistic degeneracy pick this up. If you want a fun adventure on a well written alien world, pick this one up.
I read a lot of books. This past week I read one novel, one memoir, and two short story collections. Before starting this post I bought eight books.
Every time I finish a book I tell myself that I’m going to sit down and write an in depth, detailed, well written review. A review worthy of a glossy literature magazine, something insightful that will make you run out and get whatever book, read it, and drive to where I am so you can sit around drinking espresso, smoking cigarettes, and discussing the literary merits of said book with me.
I never do.
So instead of writing critiques worthy of Harold Bloom I’m just going to let list a few of the things I’ve read recently and particularly recommend them. I’m also going to link to Amazon using my affiliate link. Why? Because this site costs me money to keep add free.
Some Recently Read
Fight Club by Chuck Palaniuk. I saw the movie when it first came out. I was in high school and my brother and I came across it one day on cable. It blew our mind. One of my close friends became a Palahniuk super fan, guy read every one of his books numerous times, owned signed copies, convinced me to try one of the books. I borrowed Choke from my girlfriend and read it real quick. Didn’t like it. Too edgy in that try hard kind of way. It didn’t click with early twenties me so I passed on Palaniuk. Fiveteen years later I’m at the gym listening to the Bret Easton Ellis podcast and Chuck Palaniuk is one of the guests. Before he comes on B.E.E. talks about Fight Club, book and movie, and my peaks my interest. I loved the movie, maybe I should give the book a try. I did and don’t regret it. It’s well written, exceptionally creative, and quick paced. It captures that late 90’s hatred and nihilism that seemed to permeate everything. From a writers perspective chapter six is outstanding, a piece of prose with interrupting beets that reads like a charged punk song. Each scene is prefaced and interrupted by one of the “Rules of Fight Club,” the book is worth it for this chapter alone.
Airships by Barry Hannah. A few days ago I hit up all my homies on Twitter asking for litfic recommendation. I wanted something good, something meaty, something that read like the second pack Marlboro Reds washed down with cheap beer after a night of disappointment. My boy Neal delivered by recommending Hannah. Airships is a short story collection that blends the civil war with Vietnam, adds a dash of New York lit snobbery and flavors it with a dash of Southern Gothic. Hannah is a must read. I can’t believe I’ve never heard of him before. This is what litfic should be. No cat lady victimology knitting circles here.
The Battle for Spain: The Spanish Civil War 1936-1939 by Anthony Beevor. One of the best history books I’ve ever read. A brutal account of one of most intriguing and overlooked conflicts of the 20th century. The Spanish Civil war was a war where the losers wrote the history. It was the first massively propagandized war and so much of it is misunderstood or even deliberately misconstrued. The early sections describing the build up, the escalating hatred between countrymen towards each other is chilling, specifically in the light of our current political climate where the centrist position is losing ground to extremism from both sides. I highly recommend this book, not just for history buffs but for everyone.
White Rajah: A Biography of Sir James Brooke by Nigel Barely. I’ve always had a fascination with the South Pacific in the 19th century. I love the opium trade, jungles, China Clippers, trade companies, and all of the adventure that goes along with the great men behind the history. My favorite novel is Tai Pan and Hong Kong and its history is one of my favorite places I’ve visited. So a few month ago work decided to send me to the jungles of Sarawak, what used to be the Kingdom of Sarawak founded by the British adventurer James Brooke. Sarawak was ruled by the White Rajahs for three generations, well into the 20th century, and the last of the Rajahs was buried in Kuching in 2013. While the book itself isn’t that great, with a strange focus on Brooke’s homosexuality, I read it the first few days I was in Sarawak and it was cool seeing all of the places built by Brooke in person during my free time.
Natasha’s Dance: A Cultural History of Russia by Orlando Figes. A comprehensive and intriguing cultural history starting with Peter the Great’s founding of St. Petersburg through the death of Stalin. The focus of the book is mostly on the cultural and civil life of Russians in the 19th century going into detail about Russian art, music, ballet, and the fascination and dual nature between the enlightenment of Western Europe and the Orthodox nationalism of the peasant. Some of the most interesting and painful to read chapters were about the plight of the artistic revolutionaries after the Soviet Revolution. Soviet true believer committees that turned art and literature into propaganda for Stalin only to be denounced later and sent to the death camps themselves.
I read a lot more, but this should do for now. A few of the books I’ve read deserve more in depth reviews, specifically White by Bret Easton Ellis. Other books were too historically technical, obscure, or instructive to merit a recommendation.
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.