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GRRM seems to have been responsible for (or maybe he is simply the highest profile example of) a wave of alternating multi-point of view fantasy novels.

When you think of it, it doesn't have very deep roots. LOTR eventually splits into different tracks to follow the Company after the end of the first volume, but until that point it is almost entirely from Frodo's point of view (with the exception of most of the first chapter, a couple of dreams in Bombadil's house, a Fatty Bolger vignette, and a small scene in Bree from Merry's point of view). Eddison sticks with Garion for most of his Belgariad and Malloreon, and even Jordan's sprawling narrative begins with a focus on Rand.

There are pre-fantasy examples: the obvious example is Tom Clancy, who moves rapidly away from focussing on Jack Ryan to multiple plot tracks following the development of every side of a plot. One of the reasons this works is because the typical reader has already developed enough identification with Ryan, from the first few novels which had a narrower focus, to stick with the narrative through switches in viewpoint. (What Clancy gains from it is the illusion of realism, as he shows all the steps building towards a titanic event - the nuclear bombing of an American city, or the elimination of the American government almost in toto.) And Ulysses is notoriously multi viewpoint, but as it is an advertisement for how a master can break every rule in the book successfully, we may not want to consider it.

A really good author, of course, can generate interest in a few paragraphs, and encourage us to trust him or her on a switch to a new viewpoint in a new place; and a true omniscient narratorial technique relies little, if at all, on the reader's identification with a character. On the other hand, there's also a special kind of novelistic discipline in limiting what the reader knows to what a single character knows, and only displaying it gradually as the viewpoint character learns more. The classic détective story is built on thus foundation.

However, it comes with a heightened potential for the Eight Deadly Words. I confess that it is only the testimony of others who say that there's a payoff waiting that keeps me slowly plugging through John Gwynne's Malice, especially as he also insists on combining the technique with beginning at the beginning and showing the hero's bildungsroman in excruciating detail. Brian Staveley is better - he has only three viewpoints, his characters are more interesting, and he begins with a crisis, even if not quite in medias res.

There is one area where shifting viewpoints can be a significant narrative plus. In cases where there's already tension, abandoning one viewpoint for another can set up a terrific coup de théâtre on reintegrating the former thread. Tolkien does this twice in telling of the battle in front of Minas Tirith, once with "Rohan had come at last", and once with the black ships, and repeats the trick, again, with the battle before the Black Gate being suspended for several chapters as Frodo and Sam make their way through Mordor.

Another very recent example is Miles (Christian) Cameron's The Fall of Dragons, the fifth (and last) book in the Red Knight series, which is an effectively crafted payoff to an already very good four-volume setup.

As always in this series, the military aspects have the ring of realism, the characters are three-dimensional and clearly distinguished, and the world-building is effective.

By setting this volume up so that every thread is critical in a finely arranged set of dominoes -- failure in any one battle, delay in any one march, would be a serious problem, and there is a strict timeline to boot -- and by having already established a grounding in the core viewpoint characters, the effect Cameron achieves is one of heightening tension whenever he shifts from viewpoint to viewpoint. And this works, in turn, because it's believable that such a tightly-connected plan would be in place, because (in turn) it's a desperate roll of the dice against an overwhelmingly superior foe, so that the usual caveat against creating frangible plans in military (or, for that matter, any other) matters cedes place to sheer desperate necessity.

It's also helped by Cameron's willingness to sacrifice viewpoint characters, so even the degree of "happiness" of the ending can't be clearly anticipated. You can't assume that anyone will necessarily get through the narrative alive. It's not grimdark - there's too much virtue in the best of his protagonists for that - but it's gritty and the costs of war are realistic.

Thematically, a venerable thesis about good and evil plays out, one which works its way through Tolkien as well. The Red Knight's side, with independently cooperating leaders and motivated soldiers, can respond effectively and with initiative when small things go wrong, whereas Ash's side's overwhelming of wills and individuality (displayed also in a somewhat different ways for the Odine) sets up conditions where setbacks can happen more easily and unravel more when they happen. Evil fails in part because of its lack of imagination, an inability to understand the motivations of its foes and therefore is unable to anticipate what they will do; it also favours a highly centralized command and control model (with entities like Ash who have near-godlike powers, literal mind control from a distance) which is rigid and inflexible. This thesis is more clearly expressed because we can actually see the process by which Ash works, as his viewpoint occasionally is given its place in the sun; by contrast, Sauron is always a shadow in the background.

Overall, this is a satisfying conclusion to a well-written series, and a nice demonstration of how a multi-pov technique can be effectively used.
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"The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means." - Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

It may be useful to remember, from time to time, that fiction is not defined in terms of the alignment of the moral character of the main actors with the outcome. Tragedy is not the decline of the good, nor comedy their triumph. They are defined by formal traits - not quite as simple as "the main characters get married" or "the main character dies", much as those can stand in place when watching Shakespeare - and the moral character of the protagonists can vary all the way along the spectrum.

The detective story, in its classic form, is purely comic - the story begins with an invasion by chaotic forces in the form of violent crime; it chronicles the restoration of order by the agency of the détective, and ends with the murderer exposed and imprisoned or executed, safely unable to disrupt society further.

In Fryeian Romance, moral character correlates with both centrality and eventual success, and in Fryeian Irony, there tend to be just shades of grey, and stories end with no clear "success".

Modern spy fiction tends towards the ironic from this point of view, from Conrad through Le Carré to Deighton, although a thriller where the protagonist/agent overcomes all opposition and triumphs, so that we leave him (usually, but not always, him) with a drink in one hand and the sovereign's thanks either received or at least deserved, would fit a comic shape. Urban fantasy can sit in various places around the wheel, from a romance model (good Slayer, evil vampires, continuing adventures) through to the ironic, but in common with much popular SF it tends towards the comic, introduced by derivation from the detective story.

Up until now, Stross's Laundry books have had their alliances principally with the comic form, especially that taken by the detective novel. With The Delirium Brief those alliances shift, firmly, into the ironic. There are no good guys left; in many ways it is becoming clear that there never were any in the first place. There are lighter shades of grey and much darker shades of grey, and somewhere over the horizon there are shades which can only be described as light-annihilating (assuming that this volume's villains count as black). Some of the villains from four of the past five novels end up as allies. (Although in one case, the PHANGS, this has been a done deal for a while.)

And after this book there is not even an apparent return to a status quo ante. It's quite enough to confirm that Peter Watts may have been onto something when he described Charlie as having a bleaker outlook on life than he does.

It is, however, still, in the colloquial sense, sometimes comic: perhaps more funny as the humour becomes blacker. The reader's enhanced view of what is going on supplies a steady flow of dramatic irony in depicting the expectations of the characters.

Very well worth reading, though definitely not an entry point into the series.
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I was in Law School at the University of Toronto when The Summer Tree came out; I remember being amused by one of the central characters who is persuaded to come along by a promise of notes for his Evidence class (with Schiff, though Kay leaves the teacher's name out; but Kay went to U of T and would have deliberately chosen that course because of that teacher).

It made a big splash, and over the next couple of years the series was completed. It was a big piece of heroic fantasy which pulled out every stop it could - dark lord, elves, dwarves, Arthur, demigods; it showcased Kay's strength for pivotal scenes and introduced his tendency to deploy them for a somewhat manipulative effect.

Of all of the neo-Tolkienian authors of the 1980s and 90s Kay seems to me the only one who really picks up on Tolkien's theme of gradual loss over deep time and of reconciliation after a long fall: perhaps not surprisingly, given his involvement in the publication of The Silmarillion. The Fionavar Tapestry put at the centre of the story the possibilities of reconciliation and forgiveness over a very long time.

It also got classic High Fantasy out of Kay's system. Tigana was an entirely new departure, as non-Tolkienian as, say, Mirrlees or Eddison: a calque on Renaissance Italy, and with themes of group identity, revenge, freedom, and the trade offs that may need to be made in asserting "freedom".

As with A Song For Arbonne, however, the calque on history is not close. The Peninsula of the Palm has the air of Renaissance Italy, but its history is nothing like Italy's; and the equivalent of the Cathar crusade in Arbonne fails, as a result of the personal arc of the central characters. (Nor did the male/female god/goddess warlike/peaceful split parallel our history: if any historical figure from medieval France resembles the northerners, it's Bertran de Born.)

With the exception of Ysabel, which is a pendant to the Fionavar story with some additional European deep background, his subsequent books have been about individual interactions in the shadow of great events. Sometimes the core characters are central (Alfred the Great, El Cid) and sometimes they are peripheral.

The Lions of Al-Rassan is Kay's first book in the Jaddite / Sarantine parallel world. (Although the calqued-onto-history method is similar to that of his prior two books, they take place in different worlds. References to Fionavar, which is the base of all parallel worlds including our own do get into every book. And it's interesting to note that, given the latter point, it's certain that none of the Jaddites, Asharites, or Kindath are correct, as the gods are known in Fionavar and match none of their beliefs.) And it is the first to hew closely to our history.

It parallels the story of El Cid and the Reconquista in Iberia, but uses the freedom of alternative history to provide minor divergences, and, as in all of his works along these lines, his real focus is on the personal lives of his central characters, and with the ways in which minor chance occurrences or decisions can shape later great events.

If Tigana is about identity and liberty, and the costs they incur, Lions is about the tensions between tolerance and allegiance, and how personal loves and friendships cut across them.

Lions' characters are central agents. By contrast, the Sarantine Mosaic gives us a picture of a slightly modified Justinian and Theodora through the eyes of a peripheral figure, the mosaicist Crispin (and a history which diverges more from our own). By the time of Children of Earth and Sky Crispin's name has been forgotten and his mosaics - those which survive at all - vary between having been destroyed (Sarantium), being in the process of falling apart (the chapel in Trakesia) and being still significant (that world's equivalent to Ravenna). It helps to have read the duology before the latter book.

With a significant degree of variation, Kay explores the interaction between individual lives and personal intent (at one pole) and large-scale events with an impact on society (at the other) and the elements of chance and unexpected consequences which connect the two together.

Kay has been criticized for the use of "manipulative" narrative tricks to engage the reader emotionally. I see the tricks, but I don't think of them as major flaws so much as shorthand, the activity of an occasionally intrusive narrator in a literary world where intrusive narration is less popular than it used to be. (Another aspect of this is the way in which the perspective of the narrator can briefly shift to an historical one, referring to the state of a place, or a person's reputation, centuries after the end of the story.)

Children of Earth and Sky is classically Kay: four characters (a spy, an artist, a pirate and a Janissary) pass through and in various ways influence events following the fall of Sarantium to the Asharites (that world's analogue of the fall of Constantinople). Like Crispin in The Sarantine Mosaic, they are peripheral: their various actions just miss having an immediate major impact until the one whom one would think least likely - the artist - changes the course of events for the next couple of generations decisively.

One obvious parallel is Dunnet's The Year of the Ram, set mainly in Trebizond in a similar time frame. Kay is not in a position to provide as close-grained an image of the life of the time and place as Dunnet is: he has to deal with the limitations as well as the advantages of a made-up world. But Dunnet can't alter the succession of events, and Niccolo remains a onlooker to a course of events he (by definition) can't really affect.
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The Nightmare Stacks is, I think, best approached as a generalization of the previous Laundry Files novels. Although the novel is about Alex, it's not about his reactions in the same way that the early novels were about Bob's reactions (usually for humorous effects). This is about the role of the Laundry as a whole in a world shifting towards Nightmare.

Cut for Spoilers... )
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Safely You Deliver is Graydon Saunders' third book about the Commonweal. Unlike his previous two books, this is very much not an entry point: it follows, and has largely the same characters as A Succession of Bad Days. Comments below also assume familiarity with the prior book, although they contain no real spoilers.

Although we do encounter Reems again, briefly, this is no more a military book, or one about warfare, than its immediate predecessor. Formally, it has two main structural threads: the continuing education and, um, graduation, of the main characters in the sorcery school (which Halt continues to insist is not a school, thereby irritating at least one bureaucrat); and the adoption (on both sides) of a unicorn into their social group (Although not their working link). The unicorn, aside from being very much his own person (human-level sentient) stands in as well as a representative of life from outside the Commonweal which can nevertheless be, with work, accommodated within the Commonweal. As such, the thread of his growth intertwines with that of the students' growth.

One way to read this novel, the most obvious one, is the end of a bildungsroman, the passage from late youth to full adulthood, where the issues being dealt with are those of social incorporation into the broader adult society and the achievement of a degree of mastery sufficient to be self-supporting within society. Of course, "adulthood" and "self-supporting" have different shades of meaning when they involve making a metaphysical transition and becoming full Independents: this is a fantasy novel, not purely a novel of manners. "Social incorporation" also has a certain edge when the normal effects of becoming an Independent are to become less social -- and the progress of the central characters not only requires that they transform that model for themselves, but assist in providing a more general emerging social web for other Independents, a kind of extended family.

From another angle, thematically, it's about the maintenance of civilisation generally -- partly maintenance against threats but still more ensuring that sufficient resources are available to maintain it, and that those resources are used appropriately. What the students choose to do and what the emerging (to us) needs of the Second Commonweal are dance in counterpoint through the novels, with the risks associated with both recognized and skirted. The knife-edge on which the Second Commonweal stands becomes more apparent: it lacks the population base of the First Commonweal and is in a race against time to catch up to the productive capabilities required to maintain civilisation, while having to balance off the need to commit heavily in resources to basic survival at the agriculture and transport level. There are concrete external threats -- Reems -- as well as indicators that there may be more at work, not known or understood yet.

Conflict of the sort you would expect in a military fantasy is not only avoided but subverted: not only is such conflict as occurs more readily assimilable to weeding, but the in-work analysis after the event makes it clear that although it fixes an immediate threat it not only is unable to address the more general problems but may actually make them worse. (Oddly, Graydon is one of two Toronto authors whom I know who have recently expressed a concern to emphasize a "fighting-isn't-decisive in general" model in fantastic works: the other has made this a central theme in an under-contract-but-yet-to-be-published series which will not start coming out for a while.)

According to his progress reports, Graydon is moving more slowly on the next one (tentatively "Under One Banner") than he did on this, so it may be a while until the next installment.

Two Novels

Feb. 8th, 2016 09:03 am
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Two books were released on the same day a couple of weeks ago, which I picked up and have now read: Charlie Jane Anders' All the Birds in the Sky and Robert Jackson Bennett's City of Blades.

This was a really good start to the year, in terms of book quality: these are as different as chalk and cheese, but both are in their own ways very good indeed.

The Anders is a more-or-less this-world mashup of SF and fantasy in the relatively near future, with climate change beginning to have a significant impact on the US and incorporating a secret history of magic users who have been among us secretly. It's also a bildungsroman dealing with a boy and a girl who both have dire childhoods, are friends in high school, and meet again as adults.

It's the sort of SF where all the science is handwaving: a two-second time machine, an interdimensional gateway, a way of cancelling gravity. This is deliberate: there is a meditated element of the absurd drifting around the edges of the story. It's not meant to suggest to the reader that the future might actually be like this (quite apart from the pure fantasy elements). It's a story driven by and deriving its appeal from the human motivations and reactions of the protagonists. It also feels quite "finished" and complete in itself, not the beginning of a series, even if the protagonists end in a "world was all before them" mode.

By contrast, the Bennett is a secondary world fantasy, following his excellent City of Stairs, with detailed political and historical backgrounds. For all that it's very much another world, the issues it makes the reader think about are very much our issues (or at least some of them) : colonialism (the "colonial" power in the books used to be colonized (and badly treated) by the now colonized), martial triumphalism, war crimes, civilian control of the military, and low-level (guerrilla) warfare, plus some interpersonal and family dynamics with real heft.

Bennett has been improving as he moves along. I found American Elsewhere well written, but felt that it had baked in structural problems. City of Stairs was brilliant, and I felt that it deserved a place among the Hugo nominations last year (at least): as it was, it placed 11th and would have missed the shortlist even without the Puppies. This book builds on its predecessor and displays Bennett's strengths to their fullest.

It concludes with the immediate arc having reached a full and final conclusion, but leaves other broader arcs open-ended (the ultimate Saypuri handling of their role as masters of the world being one: both books so far have ended with impending political changes in the capital). There will be, I understand, a third book, City of Miracles, with Sigrud as a central character (who is, for once, not a Saypuri).

I've seen it objected that working out who is responsible is too easy, that the reader is ahead of the narrator he/she is following. I think this is to misunderstand the specific type of this book: this is not a detective story with a brilliant sleuth whom the reader can, if so willing, try to second-guess, but a journey of discovery or a military mission with a very blunt, straight-ahead (regardless of torpedoes) viewpoint character. (If it has any parallels with the detective story, it is with the hard-boiled type where the guilty character is fairly obvious but where the proof of this is achieved through the P. I. getting beaten up several times along the way.)
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These are SFF books from 2015 which I read in the past year (i.e. those which could be nominated for Hugos), unranked, but with a few comments on each.

Foxglove Summer (Ben Aaronovitch)- I wrote about this when it came out. It's a good installment in a solid urban fantasy series.

The Dread Wyrm (Christian Cameron) - I posted about the whole cycle of books earlier this year. This installment opens up the scope of the work considerably, while maintaining the high standards and the specific strengths of the first two volumes.

The Vorrh (Brian Catling) - Certainly the most beautifully written of the Hugo-eligible books I have read, and a fantasy which strikes out in a direction which is very much its own. (This was published in 2012 in the UK by Honest Publishing, but is eligible because its first US publication, by Vintage, was in 2015.)

The Clockwork Crown (Beth Cato) - The second volume of a well-received duology, right on the boundary between YA and adult in tone and content. A nice light read in a steampunk world which has limited depth but enough charm to carry the narrative.

Crooked (Austin Grossman) - A clever and enjoyable crossing of a Lovecraftian universe with a Secret History version of Richard Nixon's life (bits of it are reminiscent of Stross's "A Colder War", although it is not nearly so dark).

Veiled (Benedict Jacka) - Like, seemingly, all the other UF series I read this is developing a strong overarching plot arc as opposed to a model of full episodic closure in each volume. Verus is getting more squeezed and less able to back away and stand free of things. I found this enjoyable and will happily pick up Burned when it comes out (currently scheduled for April).

Ancillary Mercy (Ann Leckie) - This wraps up the series quite nicely, and includes space battles plus really alien aliens. If you read the first two novels, it's probably enough to say that it maintains the level of quality and brings off a satisfying conclusion; if you haven't, this is certainly not the place to start.

If we go by popularity for all three of the parts of this trilogy on sites like LibraryThing (not to mention all those awards for Ancillary Justice), Leckie shows signs of being one of the really major new talents of the 2010s in terms of reception as well as quality.

A Red-Rose Chain (Seanan McGuire) - Another solid entry in this series. I enjoy reading them; they hover right on the edge of mind-candy. Characterization is good, plot twists are effective; though (as with several other writers in this general field) the plot device of solving the crime / problem by getting beaten up, venerable as it is, begins to get a bit old.

Uprooted (Naomi Novik) - This has received a ton of positive comment, and I thought it a good read, and excellent for its first two-thirds, but I was disappointed by the resolution, which felt a little too facile , bordering on ex machina. It is what it sets out to be, an effective telling of a fairy tale, but it pays the price for it by sticking to types for the main characters (every one of them with the possible exception of the narrator can be summed up in a couple of sentences) which is appropriate for a fairy tale but weakens it as a novel. Furthermore, the relationship between the main characters, taken as a realistic rather than a fairy-tale one, borders on abusive but this is (in a fairy-tale way) pushed to one side ... which leaves one with the choice between abandoning reading this as a novel rather than a fairy-tale, or treating the first-person narrator as deeply unreliable (which brings its own problems).

The Shepherd's Crown (Terry Pratchett) - Understandably weaker than most other Discworld books, given Pratchett's death before it could be finished, but it is still an effective and attractive story, closing off two important arcs in the Discworld narrative.

A Succession of Bad Days (Graydon Saunders) - Reviewed in full here.

A Darker Shade of Magic (Victoria Schwab) - I thought that this should have captured my attention much more than it did. I didn't get anywhere near the Eight Deadly Words, but I put it down to pick up something more appealing from my TBR list and have not yet picked it back up again.

Seveneves (Neal Stephenson) - This is basically a pair of very different stories connected by an intervening timeline. I liked it well enough while recognizing the considerable problems that existed with the genetics and related biological sciences handwaving. It seems to me that the core of the work is not "what would we do if the moon blew up?", but rather, "what would a world shared between variant human species look like"? (I say species because although they seem to be interfertile Stephenson has rigged his backstory so that the closest parallel to his seven-plus-two types of human is not modern "races", whose divergences are literally only skin deep -- other distinctions cut across "race" lines and there is more diversity within any modern "race" than between any two of them -- but rather the Africa of a million years ago where there seem to have been many variant hominin species.) To get there, he needs a very elaborate setup -- requiring not only heavy (and unrealistic) use of genetic engineering but the provision of a set of environments where subgroups could grow in relative isolation -- so that he can then examine cooperation and conflict between these radiating groups with the background of a common "epic". It is more a return to SF roots than anything else I've read recently: engineer's fiction.

The Annihilation Score (Charles Stross) - This book continues the movement (beginning with "Equoid" and The Rhesus Chart) away from a spy-pastiche towards an urban fantasy alignment for the Laundry stories. From unicorns and vampires we have now moved on to superheroes. Well, that and policing, as the flip side of the same coin. This also makes explicit the overall arc regarding CASE NIGHTMARE GREEN: general thaumaturgical power is rising in the population, with the superhero phenomenon an effect of that general increase. Stross throws into the mix a change of narrators -- this episode is seen through the eyes of Mo, Bob's wife -- and that allows us both to see things from an angle we haven't seen them from before and to check Bob's reliability as a narrator. I like the direction in which Stross is taking the series, although it is becoming more and more suited to an audience which is also wild about Peter Watts (Watts considers Stross a more depressing author than he is himself).

The Just City and The Philosopher Kings (Jo Walton) - Two-thirds of a trilogy (the third, Necessity is due out next June). Very definitely among the best works from last year in my reading list. I provided an extended review of the first here.

The second is at least as good as its predecessor. It is, however, very much a distinct work, not a continuation of the same one in another volume. There is a gap of about twenty years between them; the themes are related but not identical; the shape is different. Where The Just City was about the Republic, about matters of consent and free will, and about what it means to be human, The Philosopher Kings is about the difference between excellence and honour (aristocracy and timarchy), about personal discovery and growth (both physical -- the core of the book is a sea voyage -- and mental), and Justice as well as what may go beyond justice in judgement. Some old scores are paid off; some scores are very deliberately abandoned; and if the first book ended with an abortive debate and the misuse of power, this one ends in a considered and careful scene of judgement. Determining what it means to be human, though, remains a core theme, showing up in a very different way from the previous book.

The Sword of the South (David Weber) - Sort of what you might expect from a new series from Weber set in the Bahzellverse if you knew that he'd been sitting on the story for decades. The good news: it avoids much of the over-padding and infodumps which many of his books have shown. The bad news: in place of the infodumps there is a lot of foreshadowing coupled with Wencit's refusing to discuss things openly. (I have my suspicions that some of the foreshadowing is in fact misdirection; if it turns out to be, I'll think better of it.) Weber is not, in general, a subtle writer, but he does have enjoyable characters, good action, and some interesting worldbuilding. He has promised, cross his heart, that this series will not get away from him and will be confined to five volumes: we'll see.

The Affinities (Robert Charles Wilson) - This felt very typical of the author -- strengths from following people's lives at the everyday level, which is a constant through big-concept and smaller-concept books of his. The book posits a jump forward and a systematizing of the study of the psychology of social interactions, from a ground-level view: the narrator becomes a member of an Affinity, and the early history around the affinity model is told through his eyes. It has windows onto two main periods: the beginning, when the Affinites are new, fairly unknown, and the narrator is just joining, and a secondary point where they are not only generating pushback from society at large but are in conflict with one another. There's a twist at the end -- the book isn't going where you (probably) think it's going. This is nicely written -- good prose, engaging characters, interesting themes -- but it's not as big or shiny as, say Axis or even Darwinia: solid, enjoyable, but not at his best.
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Chapters/Indigo had this a week and a half early. What follows is in intention spoiler-free.

This feels a bit like a coda to the Vorkosigan saga proper. The only people it doesn't present (by the end) in a "settled-down" state (except maybe glancingly) are Mark and Kareen.

It has something of the relationship to pastoral that space opera has to epic. There's a lot of general attention to"nature" (an alien nature, but nature) to the degree that one of the central characters becomes so focussed on it that formal studies in biology result. The main focus of the novel is on conversations, much as the pastoral form tended heavily towards dialogues (well, singing-contests). And like Daphnis and Chloe it has a couple of recognition scenes where children discover (things about) their parents.

I don't actually think that this is deliberate on Bujold's part; I think it more a matter of convergence than of design, but the parallels still say something about the novel.

Like every single one of Bujold's novels, this includes a romantic subplot, and like many of them, it is built around it. In this case, it is not entwined with any major plots of other sorts. (Actually, there is one tiny subplot which traces its way through the book, until a not-quite dea ex machina in the person of Kareen provides a resolution in the third last chapter, which can be said to run in parallel with rather than feeding into the main plot, and another tiny subplot which ends up being tied into the resolution of the second subplot. But both of these are, from the point of view of the book and of the principal characters, peripheral.)

Unlike some of her more recent Barrayarverse novels, this is clearly one that Bujold herself wanted to write -- the themes pick up other strands from her earlier work, especially the perspectives on maturity which underpin Curse of Chalion, Paladin of Souls and (to some degree) Memory, the concerns with family which drive Mirror Dance, and the interest in romance as a structural model which inspired the Sharing Knife books. It also reads as a valediction to the whole universe, tying up a couple of loose ends and leaving the reader with a perspective on both Cordelia and Miles along an axis of domesticity.

Readers who want action will probably be disappointed -- the biggest crisis, physically, is an accident over in a few minutes which generates a number of injuries but no deaths. There are no antagonists. But it is well-crafted and readable: to its audience (which is very much not first time-readers: it depends on the readers having knowledge of Cordelia's and Miles' pasts for effect), it delivers a worthwhile, possibly valedictory, meditation on aspects of the series as a whole.

Personally, I would be more interested in seeing more Chalionverse stories: I find it irritating that Penric's Demon seems to be available only from sources which I do not use (Amazon Kindle, iTunes, and Nook), although I understand that an edition from Subterranean Press may be in the works.
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Imagine that not too many years in the future, a Lovecraftian Elder God with a nasty sense of humour decides to give humanity a capacity to manipulate large amounts of power using symbolic or psychic means, with a mechanism guaranteeing power-law style distributions of Power and some traps regarding compulsion to use it or die if the levels of Power are large enough, and then wanders off after a few millennia of observation. (Some other explanation may be educed: that's the best I can come up with, other than "Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods: they kill is for their sport".) Oh, and if you are powerful enough, and can survive your first forty years or so, you're effectively immortal, unless another more powerful individual intervenes. In practice, the latter is probably going to be the case, unless you are very powerful indeed or ally yourself with someone who is.

Let a quarter of a million years pass of recurrent anarchy and continent-spanning empires. By this time there are multiple forms of human, and an accumulation of millennia of the fallout of wars fought with magical bioweapons. At this point an enchanter (Laurel) works out, for the first time, that there is a power-magnifying effect when power is used cooperatively rather than in a mode of hierarchy or compulsion, and learns to create foci allowing it to be used in this way.

He assists in founding a polity with a magical binding enforcing an egalitarian / cooperative ethos (required to make effective foci) and then, possibly because he's bored, toddles off somewhere else.

500+ years later, after the implications of the Commonweal have worked themselves out into customs, the events of The March North and A Succession of Bad Days take place.

The story of the latter is a rather fun, if unconventional one - a group of older-than-usual (which means less likely to survive, given traditional training practices) potential sorcerers begin an unconventional course of training and manage, in its course, to disturb their compatriots' expectations with works of civil engineering. But it's also a chapter in an extended meditation by Graydon on what is implied by a genuinely egalitarian society. (In particular, how does it deal with the "tall grasses" problem which will concern an egalitarian polity as much as it concerned Thrasybulus of Miletus[1]; but there are a great many smaller details -- how work is organized, for example, when almost everything makes sense to do by means of foci -- which make up the warp and weft of the background of the story.)

Graydon has been thinking about this sort of thing for a very long time, and the gradual revelation of deep background, both of the fantasy details if the magical ecology and the civil dynamics of the society is part of the enjoyment of reading these works.

In addition, the story works through some of the really impressive things you can do with a limited set of capabilities in handling materials, applied to a set of varied situations – what you'd expect with people learning to do things effectively: limited techniques, but a myriad of applications.

Some novels are all surface, all up front. John Scalzi's Locked In begins with a brief historical recap giving the history behind the Hayden's disease in the book, but it's all about a not-very different society and some reasonably rounded characters. (Plot resolution is also driven by one big coincidence.) In Graydon's work, the meat of the work is under the surface, and you have to work to piece details together, but it's worth it. (It's not always clear that what Graydon has to say about things is always right -- it may be described as idiosyncratic -- but it's always worth paying attention to.)

The novel (like its predecessor) can be obtained via several sites listed on Graydon's blog post. As with the prior book, the venues do not include Amazon.

[1]Note that this doesn't just apply to the really powerful sorcerers; they have a ... creative way of handling the problem of military leaders as well.
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I have just finished Jo Walton's The Just City, which is the first book of a three-part whole (The Philosopher Kings and Necessity, which I keep thinking of as Ananke, never mind, being the other two). Brief summary: Athene decides to set up an actual attempt to build Plato's Republic during the Bronze Age, pulling in philosophers/classicists from throughout history as masters to start it up and populating it with ten-year olds purchased over several hundred years of time travel from slave markets. Socrates gets pulled in five years after the foundation and the sorts of effects ensue that you might expect. (There was a reason the Athenians voted to get rid of him[1], and that was in a city where most people ignored him as much as they could. In a city of committed Platonists, though, this is not going to be the reaction...)

This is at least as good as one might expect from Jo, given her current track record, and arguably her best work yet. The thematic elements that undergird it mesh effortlessly with the characterization and plot elements, and they are among the themes which are absolutely central not only to Plato but to a long succession of philosophers after him: justice/righteousness (both are translations of dikaiosyne), the good life, the nature of learning (via instruction and via experience (vide the Meno, not referenced directly in the work)), the nature of freedom. And there are hints of other themes which are promised to surface later (Necessity being an obvious one).

If the two following volumes keep to the same level, this will be a major work.

One's immediate reaction is to enter into dialogue with what it shows. My immediate reaction along those lines was to reflect on how and why it's probably impossible for a modern (say, post-1950) author to present an implementation of the Republic which is not fated to blow up badly.

Plato's city is designed not around how actual cities best worked -- that's an Aristotelian approach, and Aristotle spends a large chunk of his life bashing away at Platonic idealism by sticking to observed phenomena. He has a theory of the mind/soul, and designs the city to mirror the mind.

In this, as in so many things, he stands at the head of a long tradition: both the city as a representation of the individual (consider Bunyan's The Holy War, with its town of Mansoul) and the more general view of the macrocosm as mirrored in the microcosm (which gives us not only astrology but a long tradition in political science, and an immensely rich literary tradition (sometimes allegorical, sometimes merely symbolic)).

This is pretty much dead; recent (say, the last forty years') researches into how the mind works have thrown up models which are non-reproducible at a larger level (let's just say that nature doesn't build the way engineers do, and leave it at that, for the moment). Nobody setting out to design a community would think, these days, that the relation of individuals to the whole could be analogized to parts of the mind to the whole mind.

More generally, Plato also makes an assumption that is pervasive until sometime in the Enlightenment, but is not generally accepted now: he assumes both (in a connected way) that the internal structure of the soul is hierarchical and that the external structure of society is also naturally hierarchical. He doesn't assume a pyramid with a single point -- he's not a divine-right-of-kings apologist -- although that version of the model was the normative one throughout the Middle Ages and Renaissance (the classic go-to in political science being Filmer's Patriarcha; most literature students probably encountered this in Tillyard's Elizabethan World Picture).

(Shakespeare expresses this view twice, memorably, in his plays (though not his most popular plays): in Ulysses speech regarding degree in Troilus and Cressida --


"How could communities,
Degrees in schools and brotherhoods in cities,
Peaceful commerce from dividable shores,
The primogenitive and due of birth,
Prerogative of age, crowns, sceptres, laurels,
But by degree, stand in authentic place?
Take but degree away, untune that string,
And, hark, what discord follows!"


-- and in Menenius' retelling of Aesop's fable of the belly and the members in Coriolanus (where he picked up that detail from Plutarch).)

Plato doesn't put a single king in place in his state, sticking instead to classes, but he does assume that there is a top-to-bottom ordering of human faculties with the reason on top, emotions below that, and instinctual behaviours below that again; and that because the mind is so ordered, the best state should also be so ordered.

This is the model of the mind which is at the foundations of the mediaeval (Thomistic) disparaging of sex: in fallen humanity, passion in sex overwhelmed the reason, inverting the natural and harmonious order of the mind. (In unfallen humanity, it was supposed by some scholastics, this inversion would not have taken place, and it is this view that Milton reflects in Paradise Lost.)

It is also the model which lies behind expressions such as "get a hold of yourself": that "you" are to be equated with the rational faculties on the top, and the appeal is for the ruling reason to take control of the subordinate passions.

Not only have we pretty well ditched the idea that you can choose a "best" stratum of society by nature to govern it (aristos + cratia), although you occasionally find traces of that view in technocrats of one form or another (obSF: Heinlein's "The Roads Must Roll"), and it's implicit in much Randite discourse; we've also found that the mind isn't hierarchically organized, or even very coherently organized. Like most products of evolution, it's a Rube Goldberg machine, with multiple coordinating faculties and no clear centre. There are even those who take the position that conscious thought itself is an ex post facto construction by the brain, an illusion to provide a unified view.[2]

So it's pretty well inevitable that any early 21st-century take on the Republic would have it run headfirst into problems with the intractable nature of reality. There are -- we would generally say -- no natural kings and no natural servants or menials. (Occasionally you get the view that capabilities do sort people generally into heaps -- Arts students here, science students there, physical labourers yet another place -- but given the complex nature of intelligence and skills, and the fact that lots of individuals can have "natural" skills in several areas, and interests at odds with the natural skills, any attempt to follow that route (as in school streaming) runs into problems fairly quickly.) And the people who are most "rational" are often the people we want to keep as far away as possible from managing other people[3].

So it's pretty well inevitable that any modern examination of the Republic as a real city would focus on the failure modes. It stood at the font of the literary/philosophical stream that eventually gave us the Utopia (pretty well literally: More's Utopia is mainly the Republic with the numbers filed off, as are Swift's Houyhnhnms), but it's also very close to the modern dystopia by way of Bentham's panopticon.

Jo's take on it -- allowing the dynamics which break it down to operate effectively enough, early enough, to make it not become a simple dystopia is a welcome approach.

[1]He would probably just have been ostracized, if the procedure didn't require voting between a penalty proposed by the prosecution and one proposed by the defence one the verdict had been determined, and Socrates' proposed penalty hadn't been essentially a pension for life.

[2]An Augustinian would still be in a reasonable position to handle much of this, treating the inherent disorder as a consequence of the fall.

[3]Note the behavioural traits that Jo has handed her incarnate Apollo: he comes across as high-functioning Autism spectrum.
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For all that I am not, by automatic inclination, an Urban Fantasy reader, there's a lot of very good work being done in the field at present. (It gets no love at the Hugos, though; not weighty[1] enough by SFF standards, I suspect.)

Aaronovitch is one of the better UF writers -- police procedurals in the secret history form of UF[2] -- so when his fifth novel in the Rivers of London sequence came out, Foxglove Summer, I grabbed it as soon as I could.

Although this develops one ongoing plot arc -- the connection between Peter Grant and Beverley Brook -- it is in many ways an excursion. Literally so, for Peter, as it involves a trip to the country with only a minimal presence from his usual associates (other than Beverley), and an intermission in the developing plotline regarding a major opponent to the Folly (interrupted by the occasional text message). It fills in a bit of background -- more about Ettersburg, and we finally figure out what Molly is.

There are no murders.

Like a missing persons search -- and it's missing/abducted children who form the core of the novel -- the book starts out vague and with misdirection. (Nightingale's ex-colleague, concern regarding whom sends Grant out to the country to begin with, turns out to be a very peripheral figure.) As it proceeds the nature of the issues Peter confronts becomes clearer, and the work circles around a location (actually, a line between two locations, town and iron-age fort) more and more narrowly.

What we find out raises more questions than it solves, and in many ways this is a novel about unanswered and possibly unanswerable questions. Peter "solves the crime" and retrieves the children, but gets no real understanding regarding why he wins, or why anything that happened happened. Even the one thing he's central to -- jump-starting a new god for a river with "nobody home" -- he walks into without knowing what he's doing and never really gets told much about what else was going on beyond what he did. The otherkin / fae / elves he meets are an homage to Pratchett's Lords and Ladies, but what motivates (at least this particular group of) them is obscure. We may get (some) answers in later books.

I could easily see considering this as one of the better SF books of the year from the point of view of craft, and Aaronovitch isn't lacking in success or exposure (he's a much bigger seller in the UK than in North America: FS is currently #22 in amazon.co.uk's Fantasy list (and 4 of the books above it are Martin or Tolkien), two months after it came out), but it's better described as well-written and enjoyable than as "major".

As a bonus there is a brief Folly story here.

The next significant Folly stories will be as graphic novels, under the series title of Body Work.

[1]In the course of his discussion of tragedy in the Poetics, Aristotle notes that one of the marks of tragedy is that it imitates an action which is "spoudaios".

If you read different translations of the Poetics, you will see different translations for "spoudaios". Butcher gives "serious"; Fyfe, "heroic"; and lexicons can give a range of meaning from "diligent" to "morally serious", applied to persons, and "worth one's serious attention" or "weighty" of things. "Weighty" may be the best translation here, corresponding to the Latin gravis as used by Horace ("Inceptis gravibus plerumque et magna professis...").

SFF fans also like their work "weighty", but where Aristotle meant a semi-moral quality, fans want either neat ideas / extrapolation (on the SF side) or thorough worldbuilding (on the F side). Works like A Deepness in the Sky or Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell fill the bill.

Much of UF uses the forms of the whodunit, and worldbuilding takes second place to plot exposition. Sooner or later there will be another UF Hugo Nominee (Little, Big was the first), but I'm guessing that it will abandon the thriller/whodunit template for something less simple.

[2]I.e. the sort where it pretends to be our world but with the fantastic elements hushed up. By contrast, novels like the Anita Blake series are also alternate history, with cities we sort-of recognized changed by a public supernatural presence.
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Graydon's book was one of the best books I read last year. Here's a review I originally posted on LibraryThing:

This is a very finely written narrative which deserves far more exposure than it is likely to get.

To begin with, the craftsmanship is several cuts above what you would normally expect in a military fantasy. The prose is concise and precisionist-grade, pared down without being too spare. Incluing is gradual and details are subtly woven into the narrative.

The narrator is fully characterised and probably unreliable -if the reader doesn't pay careful attention at the beginning he/she will miss details clarifying the events which are expanded on only much further on. (I don't think it is clear by the end of the book which gender the narrator is.) Graydon's style, or rather, the voice he gives to the narrator, eschews personal pronouns, presenting a viewpoint from which gender is only of incidental interest. (It's worth contrasting Ann Leckie' Radch books which take a different approach to the issue.)

Thematically, the work definitely reflects the interest in societies as systems which pervades much of Graydon's discussions dating from his rasf[wcf] days on forwards. These have particular effect when contrasted with the reflex quasi-mediaeval autocratic polities which appear in most heroic or military fantasy.

This is far better than most of the novels published by the commercial houses, and in a world with any justice it would (a) be snatched up by a major publisher, with cash incentives to produce more, and (b) be a strong candidate for a Hugo nomination.

It is available via Google Books and Kobo in non-DRM'd ePub format, but not from Amazon, due to banking issues for Graydon with Amazon's payment model.

Hild

Nov. 13th, 2014 08:10 am
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Nicola Griffith's Hild is a very well-done historical novel, in the sense that it deals fairly well with the historical novelist's dilemma and does not just give us modern people in a mediaeval dress. (Many if not most historical novels do.) It is also a well-written novel, with well-rounded characters, good prose, and a measured pace. I look forward to its successor.

That being said, I'm going to go on a tangent about historicity.

First, we know less about pagan East Anglia in the Seventh Century than we do about Republican Rome, especially if we want to talk about the details of everyday life. (We know the names of kings and battles, and some bits from Bede, essentially.) Every single source we have is written a generation and a half, at best, after the fact, in a Christian society. The texts we have which preserve elements of the earlier society have their own limitations -- embedded heroic stories, the "ruins" of Tolkien's allegory about the writing of Beowulf, do not have much connection with everyday life, even among the nobility. James the Deacon, a character in the novel, lived to be an old man and may have provided information regarding the Synod of Whitby which we have in Bede (which took place, be it noted, well after this first book in the projected trilogy), but even if he or any of his contemporaries told a very young Bede, or a source of Bede's, stories about the early days in the north, and what the fabric of life was like, they have not come down to us. The Chronicle has battles, royal births, and deaths, but it itself was composed rather after the fact and is in no way a primary document. We know virtually nothing about the Anglian (or indeed, general Germanic) practice of the old religion.

Writers didn't suppress details of the old society; they just weren't interested in it, for the parts that had gone away, or took for granted the continuing elements. Much of what we know about social history of the period is actually fairly recent, based on archaeology rather than history.

Griffith takes as much care as she can to get her material and social context right, but she still has a large blank space to fill in, even with all the constraints she conforms to.

Second, Griffith herself has been clear about having "taken heinous liberties with" Paulinus of York. Nothing that she's done with him has been impossible, but the probability of his having been like the man depicted in the novel is low.

Third, Much of the thread of the novel does turn around one entirely made-up character (Cian).

Fourth, the pattern of other royal abbesses of joint monasteries -- Æthelthryth / Audrey of Ely is a later contemporary of Hild's, also East Anglian, about whom we know more of her life before becoming an abbess -- suggests that one need not invoke the exceptional course of being a seer to explain a level of female agency in that society required to become a major figure of this type. Hild is not a one-of-a-kind figure. Occam's Razor leads me to posit, in reality, a rather different life arc for the early Hild.

Fifth, I doubt that the East Angles were as illiterate as depicted; futharc is older than the invasion of England in the Germanic world, was certainly preserved down to the time of (at least) the Ruthwell Cross, and would have been part of the imported culture of the Angles.

The language isn't quite right -- Griffith uses standard West Saxon forms of the Eighth/Ninth Century, as far as I can tell, and not the Northumbrian of Caedmon or Bede. Also, using "York" for the city that was the Roman Eboracum will not fit until after the Vikings name it Jorvik: it is Eoforwic during the period. Similarly, Hild would not have referred to Mercia as "Mercia", which was a Latin form used in the written texts of later Anglo-Saxon England; it would be like us referring to "Anglia" or "Francia"; nor, being Northumbrian, would she have called it "Mearc". She would have said "Marc".

Now, none of this matters all that much. Francis Lymond's world bends somewhat around him as well, to accommodate his story, as does Harry Flashman's. Griffith puts together a coherent world which does not directly contradict what we know. The internal dynamics of that world produce the recorded historical events we have without special assistance from the author. As long as you don't confuse it with the actual past, you're fine.

You could probably write an historical novel about a "most probable" Hild, but (1) it would probably be rather dull and (2) it would also probably be wrong about all sorts of stuff.

But it's worth remembering that for any imaginative recreation of a period in history, it will be shaped by the contemporary concerns of the writer, which will be as transparent to the writer's audience as they are to the writer. Then at some time, thirty, fifty, eighty years later the marks of "period" will become not only visible but inescapable.
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I'll add my two bits to the generally laudatory reviews / comments on this.  The book works both as a novelistic exploration of love / aging / loss and an SFnal alternate history (or set of histories).

Spoilers behind the cut: )

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Kate Nepveu has a review up at tor.com of the FOTR movie coming out of her re-read project, which reminded me of my reactions to the movie when it first came out.  So I've unearthed them from a posting on the Bujold list and updated them somewhat.  This deals with only the first film: I found the second and third films unwatchable.

I had expected, before seeing the film, to react along the lines of Bentley's remark to Pope regarding his translation of the Iliad : "A very pretty poem, Mr. Pope, but you must not call it Homer."  This expectation proved unexpectedly close: a movie with a number of virtues, but not The Lord of the Rings and definitely not Tolkienian.  But this spurred a number of thoughts about the differences between modern fantasy and LOTR and the expectations which many (especially younger) readers seem to bring.

Some of the things the movie cut were clearly in the interest of time (however well or ill-judged that was). But many other adjustments were clearly not driven by the time factor, and many of the changes which involve additions seemed to me to be ill-conceived -- that is, they achieved some telescoping but in ways which were unnecessary and untrue to the thematic nature of the book.

1) History

Middle-Earth is historically deep.  The Fellowship starts out in the Shire (which has very little history) but as soon as one leaves the Shire, various reminders of a much deeper past come out, usually in a casual manner: Tom's references to the Dunedain of the North with regard to the swords from the barrow, Aragorn's linking of Weathertop with the Last Alliance, the narratorial introduction of Bree.  And the landscape bears the marks of civilization.  The road from Bree to Rivendell goes back to Elendil and probably to at least the founding of Rivendell in the Second Age; the way through Hollin follows an old highway whose marks are still visible. Dimrill Dale has its pillar and its greensward.

There are references which have no clear referents.  To those of us who read LOTR before The Silmarillion came out, many of the references in the text were almost completely mysterious, having to stand on their own (especially those to the Valar and the First Age), illuminated only by their own light.  All we knew of Gil-galad was a few lines dropped here and there -- by Gandalf, Aragorn and Sam.  Gildor's description of his band as "Exiles" had little if any resonance because the nature and time of the exile wasn't laid out for us.

Not in the movie.  There is no reference at all to the East Road and to Weathertop's location on it, no Last Bridge, no road through Hollin. Gil-galad, Elbereth, Earendil and Luthien are never mentioned.  Where Tolkien's world is built on top of multiple layers of history, the movie's world consists of isolated and unrelated spots -- Bree,
Rivendell, Moria, Lorien -- with no connections between them.  (Arwen is Galadriel's granddaughter; Arwen may have greater prominence, but the reference by Aragorn which (along with a number of other references) helps tie Rivendell and Lothlorien together just drops out of the picture.)  There is no reference at all to the Kingdom of Arnor, since it looks like they've decided to grossly simplify the history of the heirs of Elendil by referring only to Gondor.

2) Meals

This may sound minor by comparison, but much of the action of the book centres around food as a social occasion of one form or another: the Party, the meal with Gildor in the Shire, the feast at Rivendell, the al fresco meal on departing Lothlorien.  Of these, only the Party remains (and even there, the characteristic hobbit-pleasing line "That is the signal for dinner." following the dragon vanishes as the result of changes to the plot there).

This is not as minor as it sounds: in Tolkien's world (as in many others) civilization is closely tied to eating and drinking on company as focal occasions.  The nature of the societies is shown up in their differing attitudes towards meals (contrast the pure Anglo-Saxon hospitality of Theoden with the disciplined tone of Denethor's
situation, for example.)

3) Age and character development

There were distortions in the ages of the characters which were tightly related to changes in character development.  To take them one by one:

Merry is 39, and should look older than Frodo, as a result of Frodo's possessing the Ring. (Pippin, by contrast, was about 12 years old at the time of the Party, and should look just younger than Frodo -- Merry was about 20 at the same time.)  He's a responsible character who deals with the "conspiracy", handles the gate at Bree, and spends his time in Rivendell researching maps.  Instead, he and Pippin are showed as Tweedledum and Tweedledumber.  Similarly, Sam is a practical and responsible, almost certainly overconscientious hobbit. I grant that the requirements to shorten the film required some simplification of the plot, but the changes which were made, including insertions like the totally unnecessary fire scene at Weathertop, which make the hobbits (except Frodo) all look like a somewhat sillier version of Pippin are gratuitous and unnecessary.  (Thirty seconds exposition regarding Weathertop's location near the Road would have provided enough of a background for the subsequent attack, and remained true to the characterization in the book.)

The hobbits in general suffered from a decision to make Frodo more prominent and the others less so (e.g. Frodo replacing Merry as the one who has the right idea about the doors of Moria).  Oh, and eliminating the master and servant relationship between Frodo and Sam causes a whole chunk of motivation just to fall out, even for the actions which remain.

Aragorn turns 88 during the War of the Ring.  He's not in the process of growing up.  (For that matter, Arwen is 2,778, but that's less relevant here.)  He knows what he is destined to do (or at least attempt), and this goes back to his mother's naming of him as "Estel".  He's a representative -- the pre-eminent representative -- of classical heroism at its highest form -- warrior, healer, loremaster -- which gets contrasted both with the more modern, "Christian" heroism of Frodo and Sam as humility, and with less high, rougher heroism of the men of the Mark (and Boromir, who is more like them than the older Men of the West).

4) Elves and Elegiac

The Tolkienian elves are gradually becoming less important in the world.  The elder days are passing.  They have a long history of exile and struggle behind them; they are returning to Aman gradually; they are always looking westward.  Such power as they still have is principally in preservation, and in their affinities for the natural world (strictly speaking, they are natural, bound to the world, and humans are supernatural, seeking beyond the world), and for language in poetry and song (they are "quendi", the speakers).

The elves who have been in Aman -- and we meet only a few of these, since most are gone: Glorfindel, Gildor, possibly some other Rivendell elves, Galadriel, possibly (in some versions of the backstory) Celeborn -- have additional abilities which do come into play from time to time.  (The only elves to show a real "aura" of power in the book are Glorfindel, at the Ford, and Galadriel, at the Mirror.)  But most "elven-magic" is very close to "blessing" objects: imbuing them with enhanced virtues according to their nature (Lembas, the elven-cloaks, miruvor) or capturing light and its associated virtues (the Silmarils, the Elessar, the Phial of Galadriel). In some cases the power associated with the object is different in type, as with the Rings of Power and the Palantiri.

But as Children of Eru they are, overall, very much like men otherwise: biologically "the same species" (or else they could not interbreed in a fertile manner), with the differences being in the soul infused into the body (hroar and frear, in the Elvish terminology).

There is always, by the time of the War of the Ring, an elegiac mode associated with the elves in Tolkien's presentation: they know that they will have to depart, and that the power of the Three will fade, or be overwhelmed, regardless of the outcome of the war.

None of this is there, per se, in the movie.  (Elrond makes a reference to the elves as departing, but free of all context).  There is no song shown in either Rivendell or Lothlorien, and little exceptional fairness about their voices or features.  Lothlorien suffers the most, but the essential character of both places as the book presents them -- Rivendell preserving the memory of the Elder Days, and Lothlorien its essence -- is just not there.  The substitution of Arwen for Glorfindel, and the reduction of the role before the Ford of "I'm the faster rider" blurs to the point of obliterating the distinction between Calaquendi and Moriquendi, and Arwen's invocation of the flood rather than Elrond's (which would have made use of the power of Vilya) equally obscures the nature of "elven-magic". The whole elegiac theme regarding the whole passing of the world, in the way in which the world is changing from one kind of place to a very different kind of place with the coming of the Fourth Age, has not been prepared (Part of this lies with point 1, above, and the absence of the history of which this state of affairs is a remnant.)

5) Pacing

The book starts out slow-paced, but even when the pace speeds up (after the departure from Rivendell) the effect of the narrative is one of relatively long periods of experiencing the surroundings between crises: the Shire, Arnor, Eregion, Moria (most of which is simply empty, an echo of its former greatness, rather than threatening -- others have declined as well as the elves), Lorien, Anduin.  There are usually threats, but they're over the horizon and not immediate for most of the book.

The movie moves from crisis to crisis -- and this is not merely a matter of having to edit for length: it creates crises, or heightens the threats in other situations.  The Prancing Pony is a homey pub with warmth and light rather than the dive it is presented as; the confrontation with the Watcher in the water is grossly expanded; the transferral of the gap-leaping episode from the earlier part of the trip through the mines (where it merely heightens the sense of decay and abandonment) to the invented issue on the staircase, gives it a totally different sense of urgency; the heightening of the conflict in the chamber of Mazarbul and the later confrontation in the hall play up the aspects of continuing physical threat.  The initial meeting with the Elves of Lorien changes from one of startlement only -- Legolas' surprise when he leaps into the tree -- to direct threat, especially as it has not been prepared for by Aragorn's previous talk about the Golden Wood.

Not all good cinema is related to action and high pacing: it's perfectly possible to enchant audiences with the opposite as many of the recent crop of films of earlier English novels do (or consider Babbette's feast or My Dinner With Andre).  The movie provides no major breaks; such breaks as it does provide (at Rivendell and Lorien) are made more menacing and the sense of their length is much telescoped.

As I have noted before, these differences -- which are more thematic than purely technical -- seem to me to reflect the sorts of differences between the Lord of the Rings and the modern fantasy novel in general.  (When I first posted this, I got a lot of reactions along the lines of "the media are different, you idiot!", especially from people in the film community.  So let mje make it clear: I do not think that any of the changes I am highlighting are intrinsically related to the difference between the media.  I think that they could have been avoided and still produced a film as good or better than the existing film.) LOTR has novelistic elements, but it is also grounded in a whole set of different narrative conventions of epic, edda, and mediaeval romance, in which characters develop only in the technical sense of "being revealed" and in which heroic nature is accepted as a postulate.  In addition, landscape plays a significant role, thematically, in the structure and thematic unity of the book.  Its theme is elegiac, tinged with regret for a world which is passing away. These are not aspects of the novel which have been taken up by its more recent successors.

1) Pure Novelization

Most more recent fantasies are very much novels rather than romances (in the old sense of romance) or epics.  A surprisingly large number of them are bildungsroman specimens: Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, The Belgariad, The Wheel of Time, and most obviously Harry Potter: they start with a young, unformed character and follow him through his development in the fantasy world.  And whereas a mediaeval author who wanted to tell an Arthurian story would (usually) tell one with Arthur and his court as a fixed background and (frequently) a known figure with fixed character as the central agent, many if not most modern Arthurian stories are about character development (usually Arthur or Merlin).

Those which aren't are still, usually, very much novels.  The Curse of Chalion is a good example here: the central character, Cazaril, is already mature, but the narrative gains a great deal of its interest from the developing character-related conflicts and affinities between the characters.

There is character development in the Lord of the Rings -- Frodo, Eowyn, Merry and Pippin come to mind -- but it's not central to the story in the way that it is in a "pure" novel.  The film's changes -- highlighting Frodo at various points with relation to the other hobbits, and making all sorts of changes to Aragorn -- moves the conventions of the film more closely towards those of the novel and further away from the romance/epic.  And the entrelacement used as a technique in the book works against too much focus on any one character or plot line as being "the" plot of the book.

The use of verse in the book pushes it away from the novel as well, although it doesn't have the strict structural role that is true of many classical and mediaeval works (e.g. Boethius).  Few later fantasy novels have followed this, just as the use of many linguistic styles which is important in Tolkien has been dropped by most recent authors, since one needs a great deal of skill to do this properly, and even the older standard use of high, middle and low styles (which Tolkien follows and uses) has fallen out of favour.  (Many of the film's composed scenes violate these principles, with the most egregious violation being on the staircase in Moria, but equally in just about all the made-up dialogue for Elrond and the entire Council.

2) Action

Tolkien holds together two different styles of narrative.  At times -- in dealing with the battle scenes in the second and third volumes, especially -- he provides a great deal of combat and "action scenes".  It is this aspect of the books which has frequently led to them being grouped with "Sword and Sorcery" novels (by those who make no distinction between this and "high fantasy".  He also uses heavily descriptive prose which is not dominated by action at all, but rather by observation and conveys no very great sense of urgency at all (although things may happen, they aren't matters involving physical conflict).

Modern fantasy tends to have diverged into two streams.  On one hand, much of the modern EFP is very much action-oriented: it is organized along the lines of a narrative linking combat crises together.  On the other, writers like Guy Kay and Bujold in her Chalionverse may have some very isolated incidents of martial or magical conflict but these are isolated within their narratives, where the focus is almost entirely elsewhere. 

3) Other races.

Lots of post-Tolkien novels have Elves, Dwarves and/or trolls/goblins of one sort or another: consider The Deed of Paksennarion, Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, Oath of Swords, and the Riftwar books, for example.  In many cases the elves and dwarves are directly or indirectly derivative of Tolkien; in virtually all of them, though, the history of the other races is quite different (if any is given at all), and in most if not all of them the elves are more alien as regards men than Tolkien's elves are (and frequently the Dwarves are more like men, but that is a more minor point).  In many (although not all) of them the story ends with the same status quo as regards relations between the races as held at the outset.

But the stream of novels, once again, has bifurcated.  Most novels which do have multiple types of rational beings presuppose at least some points of relatively full interaction between them and tend to locate the story in a thorough mix of races.  (The extreme would be the Vlad Taltos books, which have a human focal point in the middle of a society of "elves".) And most novels which are about human interaction are about humans only, usually set in worlds where humanity is the only type of rational being (other, perhaps, than the Gods).  It was Tolkien's focus on the elegiac aspect -- "an end was come of the Elder Days in story and song" -- which allows him to have the elves as important but nevertheless marginal at once.  (Note that this is specifically true of LOTR.  In The Silmarillion the focus is entirely on elves, with a  few men at the edges and at pivotal points -- Beren, Turin, Tuor -- and in the Akallabeth it is almost entirely on men until after the Fall of Numenor).

On the Evolution of SF and Fantasy

In the beginning of "modern fantasy", aside from the Sword and Sorcery writers and the writers of Unknown, there were various other clear influences on the field, of which Tolkien is the most obvious, who embodied rather different skills and virtues: Tolkien, with his knowledge of language and the northern theory of courage; Cabell, with his ironic attitude, his complex references to classical culture and his generational themes which also tended towards writing about writing; Eddison, with his heavily archaic style and mystical interests.

Science fiction, whatever may be said about remote forerunners such as Swift, Voltaire and even Verne, or outliers such as Lewis, Huxley and Orwell, really begins as fiction by engineers and scientists for engineers and scientists: Smith, Heinlein, Asimov, Clarke, et al.  It basically stays at that level (high idea content, typically weak characterisations, usually optimistic in general outlook) until the New Wave in the 1960's and then the gradual development of a set of writers whose concerns with purely writerly craft has raised the overall average standard of the SF novel very considerably: think of Willis, Stephenson, Bujold.

It's probably fair to say that there was no single fantasy genre until about the 1970's.  (When LOTR was published, there were no obvious slots into which to put it.  Many of the slots into which reviewers put it for comparison purposes -- Wagner, Ariosto, etc. -- were types of literature which Tolkien actively disliked.)  And it has become a "genre" by shedding all sorts of outlying territories which are now seldom visited until it met science fiction.  From some point in the late 70's or early 80's the two have grown together: SF by attaching (as it were) new writing territories to address, and Fantasy reflecting these accessions.

But fantasy has now become weighted down by several factors:

1) Much more almost purely formulaic work which floods the market.  Much of this may be put down to role-playing games, which haven't had nearly the same scale of effect on science fiction.

2) A few very out-of-the-usual blockbuster sellers in Eddings and Jordan, who were definitely not the best writers in the field but who managed to become heavily popular and have distorted the economic model of publishing fantasy.  (By contrast, even SF's bestsellers by and large are an order of magnitude smaller in their difference from the rest of the field.)

3) Where science fiction tends to get new ideas flowing in from the pace of technological change, fantasy has to be driven by its own internal mechanisms.  Thus the most promising fantasy novels tend to show cross-pollination with genres outside fantasy: many with techniques and concerns drawn from the mainstream novel (note that a number of  "mainstream" novels also draw on fantasy elements: true dreams, ghosts, etc.).

And the things which are the most "characteristic" of Tolkien have dropped out of modern fantasy almost entirely.  I see this not only in the film (which manages to preserve the outline and order of events while driving them with most un-Tolkienian themes, timing, and motivations) but in the reactions of many (e.g. in the rec.arts.books.tolkien newsgroup) to the films, which is overall remarkably positive given the great liberties taken with the books which are not simply a matter of screen adaptation.

In Dorothy Heydt's A Point of Honor there is a fantasy novel (The Golden Road) inside the story which provides some important content (as well as one direct quote of about a page).  It sounds fascinating and very Tolkienian (down to its inspiration in a story which is buried in the few remnants of germanic poetry of the late classical period, that of the captivity of Theodoric).  But I suspect, more and more, that Golden Roads are less and less likely to turn up.  The trend of the genre is away from the epic and towards the novel, or towards the gross simplification of the epic which is sword and sorcery.  The new good fantasies are, more and more, the books which dispense with the inherited trappings which drove Tolkien and which make use of narrative techniques of the novel and conceptual ideas whose virtue lies in being "new" (at least to the genre) rather than "old".

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