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The Dreaming Void by Peter F. Hamilton (The Void Trilogy 1)

Publisher: Pan
Pages: 796
Year: 2007, this edn 2008
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Source: Bought copy

The Dreaming Void by Peter F. HamiltonReview
This October, a new addition to Peter F. Hamilton’s Commnwealth world is born: The Abyss Beyond Dreams. This fits somewhere in between the Commonwealth duology (which includes my favourite novel from any dimension, Pandora’s Star) and the Void trilogy and so I thought this was the perfect opportunity to read the one series of Peter F. Hamilton’s space opera I’ve not read. This isn’t something I say, or decided, lightly. I have actually been delaying the moment of reading the Void trilogy, I wanted to save them for some future in which I needed them. Hamilton’s books do me such good and having read and adored the Night’s Dawn trilogy this spring I was determined to savour the Last Trilogy next year. But all that was thrown out of the window when I heard about The Abyss Beyond Dreams, so, in other words, it’s all Hamilton’s fault.

I find reviewing Peter F. Hamilton a tall order. The plots of these brickbooks are intricate, immense, twisty and complex, matched only by the imagination and vision of their creator. Writing a brief synopsis of The Dreaming Void is particularly difficult because, with the other two books in the trilogy as yet unread, I’m still not completely sure what’s going on. But that doesn’t matter. Hamilton’s trilogies aren’t like most other trilogies I’ve read. They are actually one immense book that is chopped into three (or two, as in the case of Pandora’s Star and Judas Unchained) and the reader cannot expect solutions in the first part. What he or she can expect, though, are wonders.

But to give it a go, the general gist is this: a thousand plus years after the close of Judas Unchained, the Commonwealth is still adjusting to the repercussions of the Starflyer War that devastated so many of its planets, leaving the rest stunned and, quite frankly, fortunate to survive. Humanity is now divided, in a manner of speaking, into three circles, with the most advanced inhabiting the central planets (or, as is more likely, they have been downloaded into some idyllic digital existence) and the less advanced, or the most independent or rebellious depending on how these things are viewed, living on the external planets. In the centre of it all is the Void, an expanse (not natural) that many view as an attainable heaven, especially those who follow the Living Dream, a religion that has at its heart the visions of a man, Inigo, which are believed to have originated from within the Void. Inigo has since vanished but his followers now want to follow his call and set out on a pilgrimage into the Void, to attain paradise. Unfortunately, much of the rest of the Galaxy believes that this will trigger a devouring event, during which the Void will consume planets and solar systems.

The Dreaming Void follows the efforts of some to embark on this pilgrimage as well as the even more determined efforts of others to prevent it. Familiar characters from the Commonwealth books pop up, including old favourites Qatux the Raiel, Paula and Justine, plus frequent references to Ozzie,who has left such a powerful imprint on this world. There are, though, lots of new characters, including a rather unpleasant piece of work Aaron who is seeking out Inigo, a newly-liberated divorcee Araminta, and, most prominently of all, Edeard, a figure who inhabits the Void and is the stuff of Inigo’s dreams.

Edeard’s story is less science fiction than fantasy. He inhabits a medieval world in which creatures can be fashioned and controlled by thought, and where honour and love wage war against felony and lies.

Unusually, in my personal experience of reading Peter F. Hamilton, The Dreaming Void took its time to draw me in. For the first 250 pages or so I floundered, distracted by the fantasy elements (I’m no fan of epic medieval fantasy – on the contrary) and by the seemingly irrelevant storylines, particularly that of Araminta. But I have faith in Hamilton and it was repaid. After a while, the Edeard elements of the story drew me in due to the outstanding character- and world-building of the author. I grew to care and I stopped skimming these sections. Likewise, the other strands in the novel began to take on life and spirit as the action moved towards the Void, like moths to a flame, and I became hugely intrigued by the mystery at its core and by the efforts of those on its edges to comprehend it, destroy it or love it.

The Dreaming Void does suffer from Hamilton’s unfortunate habit of labouring over the sex scenes. All of his novels would be the better without them but they’re always there and so I do my best to ignore them. They do his female characters no favours whatsoever (or the male ones for that matter).

The Dreaming Void sets up The Temporal Void, the next in the trilogy, perfectly, ending at such a thrilling point and promising two more books that will fill the hours with such pleasure. After the slow start, I read The Dreaming Void in just two days, not bad at all for such a brickbook (albeit a short one of only 800 pages). I am so excited to read The Abyss Beyond Dreams and I count my lucky stars that I have the Void trilogy to keep me company while I wait ever so impatiently.

Other reviews
Pandora’s Star
Judas Unchained
Great North Road
The Reality Dysfunction (Night’s Dawn 1)
The Neutronium Alchemist (Night’s Dawn 2)
The Naked God (Night’s Dawn 3)

Dan’s (Utterbiblio’s) The Void Trilogy Reread on Tor

The Glass Republic by Tom Pollock (The Skyscraper Throne 2)

Publisher: Jo Fletcher
Pages: 439
Year: 2013, Pb 2014 (31 July)
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The Glass Republic by Tom PollockReview
The Glass Republic is the second of The Skyscraper Throne trilogy and so do be warned that the review below may include spoilers for the first, the marvellous The City’s Son (review here).

Pen is scarred from recent events, not just physically but psychologically. With closest friend Beth now more absent than present, Pen is back at school on her own, having to endure the curious eyes and unkind words of the bullies. Her scars make Pen stand out, fascinating her peers, but it’s not kindness that draws the bullies to her and so Pen takes comfort in solitude, finding secret places of the school, where she can be calm. One such place has a mirror and it is through these mirrors that Pen is thrown back into the fantastical London that so nearly killed her. Pen’s reflection is alive, caught in London-Under-Glass, the other London, reflected through the mirrors, and the reflection (Parva) has become a sister to her original. One day Pen must watch as Parva is dragged out of her view, leaving behind a bloody handprint on the reflected floor. There is nothing that Pen won’t do, or bargain, to follow Parva through the mirror into this other London, to save her sister, whatever the cost. The price that she must pay for the potion to cross worlds is heartbreaking.

The Glass Republic is the sequel to The City’s Son but despite its many connections it is such an ingeniously different and original novel. For much of this second book, we are with Pen in City-Under-Glass giving author Tom Pollock the perfect opportunity to let his wonderful imagination soar. From Pen’s dramatic arrival in the distorted city, to the rich and detailed building of a world populated by the strangest of people, to the thoroughly exciting and tense conclusion, setting the stage perfectly for the trilogy’s finale, The Glass Republic is magnificent.

There are plenty of jaw-dropping moments, as in the first novel, and the descriptions of the stretched, elongated London with its half-faced or no-faced inhabitants are memorable – the ids that are used to complete the missing sections of a reflected face manage to be both cleverly horrible and tragic at the same time. But also just like The City’s Son, there is much that is painful. The relationship between Pen and her steeplejill is beautiful and delicate, as is the character of Pen herself. There are old favourites to enjoy here, too, my personal favourites being the understandably bad tempered stone priests

There is far less Beth than Pen in The Glass Republic but it doesn’t matter – these novels complement each other as they prepare for Our Lady of the Streets and the conclusion. The perspectives continue to shift and the themes continue to be powerful – perceptions of beauty and ugliness, fitting in, love, desire and fear, loss, parenthood and sisterhood. Again these are all themes that would speak to a teenage readership but they speak just as loudly to me. Tom Pollock should be proud of what he’s achieved with Pen. Middle novels aren’t always the easiest to read in a trilogy but Tom has done great things here, creating a novel that is at least the equal of its predecessor while pointing clearly and most tantalisingly towards the conclusion. That conclusion, Our Lady of the Streets, is published on 7 August – this is the perfect time to catch up with this outstanding sequence of novels.

Other review
The City’s Son (The Skyscraper Throne 1)

The City’s Son by Tom Pollock (The Skyscraper Throne 1)

Publisher: Jo Fletcher
Pages: 454
Year: 2012, Pb 2013
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The City's Son by Tom PollockReview
When Beth Bradley, graffiti artist, born fighter, is betrayed by her closest friend, Pen, she runs from school and home into another London altogether. Aboard a train that is no train at all, Beth inadvertently saves the life of Filius Viae, the prince of London, son of its mother goddess, a boy with cement-coloured skin who can call any part of the city home. Both Fil and Beth are, to all intents and purposes, parentless and each finds him or herself drawn to the other. It’s just as well – Reach, an ancient enemy who lives in the cranes that surround St Paul’s, is awake for the first time in centuries. With no sign of London’s Mother Goddess, Mater Viae, there is no-one but her son, and now Beth, to put the monster back to sleep. It will take all of their courage and ingenuity to call the goddess’s priests and soldiers to arms.

There is no synopsis that can even attempt to do justice to the wonders and treats that you will find within the pages of The City’s Son. From the very beginning it transported me to a London and world that spoke to me, reminding me of my childhood fantasies about this ancient city, presenting me with its secret tunnels, monster cranes, dancing broken lights, the mirror of the Thames, the Gothic graveyards and littered alleys, its enormous glass towers and its ruinous brick monuments. But Tom Pollock’s imagination soars even higher. There is not a chapter in this book that didn’t captivate me, as adventure follows adventure for Fil and Beth, both fabulous heroes, contemporary but timeless.

But quite apart from the incredible sights and ‘people’ that we encounter through Beth and Fil, a great strength of this wonderful novel is its superb, sympathetic and deft handling of some very large themes – parenthood, friendship, same-sex love, opposite-sex love, desire, abuse and grief. The City’s Son is Young Adult and some of the issues handled would resonate with many youngsters. I would argue, though, that as with any novel that excels, The City’s Son has a much broader appeal and defies such labels. It most definitely has much to offer older readers.

No punches are pulled – there’s swearing, torture and extreme pain and loss within these pages. The heartstrings aren’t spared either. Pollock has given us three characters that it’s impossible not to care deeply for – Beth, Fil and Pen – but you’ll care for others. For me, Beth’s father especially stands out but so too do the stone priests who, once killed, are reborn as newborn babes encased once more in stone, never to know a human touch. This is a book that appeals as much to the heart as it does to the head.

With the final book in the trilogy published this August, I was glad of the opportunity to start and complete the three books in one go, rather than having to wait for a year between each. I had no idea, though, that I would be so captivated by The City’s Son and Tom Pollock’s extraordinary vision and style that I would read all three one after another without pause. I read The City’s Son over 24 hours, grabbing every moment with it I could. I loved every page and as soon as I finished it I began (and soon finished) the equally marvellous The Glass Republic. I am addicted. Outstanding work from Tom Pollock.

Prototype by M.D. Waters

Publisher: Dutton Books
Pages: 384
Year: 2014 (24 July)
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Source: Review copy

Prototype by M.D. WatersReview
Prototype is the sequel to Archetype, published just a few months ago, and picks up where its predecessor left off. You wouldn’t want to read Prototype first so, if you read this, do be aware that it contains information about what Emma endured in Archetype. Suitably warned, on with the review!

Set in a dystopian near future America, this is a society in which women are few and far between, fertile women even more scarce. Girls are confined to Women’s Training Centers (WTCs), where they learn to be wives, waiting to be selected by the sons (or fathers) of the rich. Emma Wade knows now that this is all a lie. These girls are cloned, the hosts then killed, their new bodies engineered for childbirth. Emma had been the wife of Declan Burke, the man who created all this, but now she knows who she really is – a clone, the re-working of another man’s stolen wife, a mother, a witness to the process, someone who can never forget the original Emma’s memories of a loving husband, giving birth and fighting in the rebellion.

While Archetype followed Emma Burke’s journey to self-awareness, a path that is challenged by her strong feelings for both Declan and flashbacks of her original husband Noah, Prototype focuses on Emma Wade’s reintegration into the rebellion. It traces her painful relationship with Noah and their child (and Noah’s new partner) and, above all else, her vengeance against Declan, to claim back the lives and identities of the girls and women he has destroyed, and is still destroying. Meanwhile, Declan will stop at nothing in his determination to get Emma back.

Prototype is as fast and entertaining as its predecessor, largely thanks to the extremely likeable and confused heroine, Emma. Told in the first person in the present tense we are intimately connected with Emma’s desperate and frightened search for truth and identity. This inevitably means that other characters are less well-realised but that is largely because Emma is no more aware of their motives than we are. There are some difficult obstacles in Emma’s path and despite the fact that the rebel comrades of the original Emma know that she is strong, we know her fragility.

Archetype was confusing in places due to the mix of real time events with dreams and memories. It was difficult trying to keep pace with what was real and what was in the past. This confusion is removed in Prototype and the narrative benefits from that. As before, though, the world-building is largely absent, limited to transporters and clone technology. I would have liked to have known more about what was going on outside Emma’s world, and also outside America. There are hints that the outside world is very different. There would also have been room for more about the Women’s Training Centers and about the actual procedure of cloning.

Instead, the emphasis throughout remains on Emma’s mind as she works through her feelings for Noah, their child and Declan. The romance and dystopian themes about young womanhood, as well as the cover, suggest that this is a Young Adult book although it is not intended to be. Nevertheless, I would argue that both Archetype and Prototype would be greatly enjoyed by older teens.

I am very pleased that Prototype followed so closely on the heels of Archetype – I’m not good at dealing with cliffhangers. I think, though, that the two books would have been better served up as one. However, Prototype proved a satisfying end to an enjoyable and pleasingly disturbing story.

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Masters of Rome by Robert Fabbri (Vespasian V)

Publisher: Atlantic Books/Corvus
Pages: 416
Year: 2014 (7 August)
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Masters of Rome by Robert FabbriReview
Britannia, AD 45. Sabinus, elder brother of Vespasian, has been snatched by the druids, betrayed by spy Alienus, suspended naked and filthy in a cage until his brother should come to his rescue at which time both men will be sacrificed to the goddess Sullis. Such is the plan but Vespasian is a soldier and officer who has learned his craft, forming meaningful alliances with local chieftains, able to take those harsh decisions which can save an army at the cost of the valued few. But in the druids, Vespasian’s might and determination, a mirror of Rome, comes against an enemy of a type he’s not encountered before. The battle will take all of his cunning and take Vespasian to the very edge of what he can endure.

Rome, though, is no safer a place. These are the days of Claudius, an emperor only slightly less mad than the man who preceded him and the one who is to follow. The dribbling fool is in the thrall of his captivating wife, Messalina, a woman notorious to all (but her husband) for her voracious sexual appetites. Rome is ruled in all but name by Claudius’s three freedmen but even they cannot compete with the reach of the empress. A plan is hatched, Vespasian is caught in the middle. Having proven himself in the field, Vespasian must now use every political skill he can muster to bring down Messalina while all the time securing his family – and his wealth – for the future that has been prophesied.

Masters of Rome is the fifth novel in Robert Fabbri’s superb series chronicling the life and career of Vespasian, a man who against all odds survived Rome’s most infamous emperors only to ascend – somehow, miraculously – to the purple himself. Vespasian is now in his late thirties, a married man with two children, albeit children he barely knows, a difficult wife and a tolerant mistress. The events of previous novels continue to exert their influence, leaving debts that Vespasian must continue to pay, but the price is now exceedingly rich, demonstrating yet another stage in Vespasian’s transformation. There is a strong sense that Vespasian is conscious throughout of the damage that his ambition is doing to his soul and this is one of the major themes of the novel – in Masters of Rome we are given a glimpse into the religion that determined the Roman character, walking hand in hand with its materialism and greed, and the spirituality with which it was assaulted. There is a wave of fear that courses through the pages of this novel, spreading from the groves and springs of Britannia to the temples and gardens of empire. Vespasian feels it and, reading it, so do we. Vespasian must also learn a stark lesson about the Rome that he serves – the ideal is now becoming the personal.

The last novel in the series, Rome’s Fallen Eagle, is a marvellous book and was my favourite of the sequence and one of my top reads of 2013. Masters of Rome, though, surpasses it. This is an achievement indeed. As with the previous novel, the book is divided into two, but here the two are unified by what they reveal about the character of Vespasian and the world he must face and conquer. Liberties are taken with history but they serve a dramatic purpose and the result is a novel that is never less than harrowing, powerful and unputdownable until the very last page.

Every one has their own idea about what the druids would have been like and Robert Fabbri plays with this brilliantly, tapping into the fears of Rome and projecting it onto the page. The novel becomes imbued with superstition, dread and evil. Anything can happen and it does. What matters is that Vespasian must believe it. But this is not the only religion Vespasian encounters in Britannia – there is the stuff of legend here as well as the origins of Christianity.

Back in Rome, Vespasian encounters a state of affairs no less horrifying than the druids as decent men are destroyed at the whim of an insatiable harlot and her pitiful husband. Vengeance becomes a key theme and it’s no less potent or satisfying when exercised against empresses than betrayers.

Each of the Vespasian series could be read as standalone novels, each contains unobtrusive clues to previous events, but to read one without the others would be such a shame. Robert Fabbri is a superb storyteller. He doesn’t shy from depicting violence or venality, far from it, but it always serves the purpose of the story. Fact and fiction mix well in these pages, the goal always being to show the progression of one of Rome’s most remarkable men – Vespasian – while presenting the extraordinary world in which he moved. Masters of Rome is also, I would argue, the most exciting of the series. Nothing was going to get between me and the last 150 pages.

2014 is proving to be an outstanding year for historical fiction – Masters of Rome is right up there with the very best. Long may this series continue.

Other reviews
Vespasian I: Tribune of Rome
Vespasian II: Rome’s Executioner
Vespasian III: False God of Rome
Vespasian IV: Rome’s Fallen Eagle

Hurricane Fever by Tobias S. Buckell

Publisher: Del Ray
Pages: 269
Year: 2014
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Source: Bought copy

Hurricane Fever by Tobias S. BuckellReview
Prudence ‘Roo’ Jones used to be a spy for Caribbean intelligence services but now he is retired, focused on raising his teenage nephew Delroy, whose parents were both killed in a hurricane. Another such storm, one of many, is about to hit the islands but, as Roo and Declan batten down the hatches of their boat, prepared to ride out the onslaught in the mangroves, Roo receives a phone message from one of his old brothers in arms, Zee. But the message is a failsafe, only to be heard if Zee is dead. Zee’s voice asks for help, for his murder to be avenged, a request that Roo could never refuse especially when it is backed up by the arrival on the island of Kit, Zee’s sister, who is after vengeance of her own. But Roo knew Zee very well – and he was not a man with a sister.

Set in the near future, at a time when the environment has taken some punishment, submerging islands, producing a conveyor belt of hurricanes, mankind has also been given a genetic boost. Devastating injuries are now quick to heal, moods easier to calm, but with this technology comes a threat that is every bit as deadly as the storms that batter the Atlantic and Gulf shores. As the very wealthy gather for a Hurricane Party, safe in the knowledge that they can escape at the last minute, Roo and Kit have a conspiracy to fight, one that killed Zee and could very well kill almost everyone on the planet if not stopped in time.

Hurricane Fever is a fast and furious thriller. It’s not long at all before the pace and tension builds and then it doesn’t let up for a moment until the book is done. I am a big fan of technothrillers, especially when they throw environmental disasters and genetic threat into the mix (Michael Crichton could do no wrong in my eyes), and Hurricane Fever delivered just what I hoped. The hero Roo is an interesting, likeable man and enough time is spent on him to make the reader genuinely care about him and want to know more. He’s not your typical James Bond figure – he’s dreadlocked, Caribbean and a boatman – but he’s all the more exciting and unpredictable for that. Kit is also intriguing, not least because for much of the book we’re trying to work out who she is, every bit as much as Roo is.

As you’d hope with a thriller such as this, the baddies are particularly nasty and their plan is suitably ambitious. There’s little doubt that good will win in the end but there are a fair few shocks along the way, including one that really did make me stop and start.

My one complaint is that Hurricane Fever is a little short at well under 300 pages. But this does mean that the thriller is well-focused and little time is wasted. It is also very well written. I read it in a day and the book was great company. It would make for perfect holiday reading (perhaps less so for a Caribbean cruise). This isn’t the first of Buckell’s novels to feature Roo – Arctic Rising is also available. I snapped it up straight away, although I sense that by comparison with Hurricane Fever, this one could prove a little chilly…

Kingdom by Robyn Young

Publisher: Hodder & Stoughton
Pages: 484
Year: 2014
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Source: Review copy

Kingdom by Robyn YoungReview
The year is 1306 – Robert Bruce is finally crowned King of Scotland, his rivals to the throne murdered or in retreat. But the triumph is shortlived, the prophecy as fragile as ever, as Sir Aymer de Valence, earl of Pembroke and cousin to Edward I of England, heads northwards, taking advantage of all those with an axe to grind against Robert, forcing the rebel king to the north-western edges of this unhappy kingdom. So begins eight long years of tug of war between Robert and the English for control of Scotland, culminating in Bruce’s great victory at the Battle of Bannockburn in 1314.

Nothing about this is straightforward, though. Bruce has to fight tooth and nail to hold his men together, to inspire them to keep on fighting, to bargain ruthlessly with the mercenaries and disinherited, to brave the greatest hardships and personal dangers and, most horrible of all, to endure the loss of his wife, daughter and sisters, captured by Edward and treated with great cruelty – his daughter and sister caged like animals.

Kingdom completes Robyn Young’s Insurrection trilogy – three meticulously researched, passionately intense novels that bring to life the figure of Robert Bruce with all his strengths, weaknesses and drive. There is no doubt that Robert had his flaws, his repeated switching of sides in the previous novel Renegade made him a difficult character to like. He is also not easy to love, just look at his wife, brothers and father. But Robert Bruce is a man with a destiny and in this world in which legend and prophecy are vital, if only as inspiration to others, he cannot turn back.

In Renegade I had a real problem with Robert. I thought him a dishonourable man. I liked him no more than I did Edward I. By contrast, there were an awful lot of women I felt sorry for as well as the men hurt by Robert’s betrayal. In Kingdom, though, Robert atones. In this novel, everything comes to a head, literally at Bannockburn, but also in every other way. He is now set on his destiny and he becomes the hero we want him to be. He is king and there’s no turning back. Sir Aymer is now the unsympathetic figure, chasing Robert and his men over hill and dale, through forests and across rivers and seas. Edward I is a dry husk of a man, dying piece by piece, drained of blood, but unable to let go of life, still able to fly into violent fury at the behaviour of his son and heir, intoxicated by his lover Gaveston. The men that Robert betrayed, notably Humphrey de Bohun, the Constable of England, fight for Edward and his son but loyalties are severely tested, particularly when Humphrey suspects that King Edward’s reimagining of an Arthurian circle of knights was based on lies. Humphrey never loses our sympathies even though he fights on the ‘wrong’ side.

As with Renegade, the female characters are especially powerful in Kingdom and complement the male dominated military action perfectly. Robert’s queen, Elizabeth, is an intriguing figure, tragic, I think, and I liked the pages spent with her very much. Another character that stands out is Alexander Seton, a nobleman who discovers he no longer knows what he’s fighting for. The muddle he gets himself into is hugely involving and it’s hard not to like him. There is no fear of liking either Edward the father or Edward the son, although both are highly entertaining on the page. But Robert now comes into his own, filling the pages of Kingdom with his personality, working on the reader’s affections, winning us over bit by bit, revealing a little of his personal struggles and motivations, making him seem more human than kinglike, earning our approval and support until the book becomes an exercise in tension, drama and suspense.

Robyn Young writes so beautifully. Her medieval knowledge is clearly vast but it is coated in the most stunning prose that moves the story forward while injecting it with a world of historical colour and flavour. The battle sequences, which feature throughout the novel, are brilliantly done, but so too are the moments of reflection. At the heart of Kingdom, though, lies the complicated and often painful relationships between these remarkable people. This is so well done and shows what a miracle it was that Robert was able to tie it all together to bring about such a great victory.

I loved this book. I read the final two thirds in just one day, despite the far less pleasant claims of work on my time. I would argue that each of the novels in this trilogy stands very well alone but as a collection they provide an extraordinary portrait of one of the great duels of medieval history as well as one of its most difficult to know figures. I can only look forward to discovering where Robyn Young will take us next. Kingdom has set the bar very high indeed.

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Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Thomas Sweterlitsch

Publisher: Headline
Pages: 342
Year: 2014 (17 July)
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Tomorrow and Tomorrow by Thomas SweterlitschReview
The near future is a dark and dirty place, especially for those few who survived the nuclear blast that turned Pittsburgh and its inhabitants into ash. In a society in which adware is fed directly into the brain and eyes, virtual reality is as real as the physical world – every glance, every desire is met by suggestive images, inviting the thinker to make a purchase, take a decision, get a thrill. Every scene that has been filmed is captured in the Archive, which allows the obsessed the perfect means to spend hours and days reliving the past, feeding the grief of Pittsburgh, reliving time with lost loved ones, making believe that the flash of light and heat never happened. John Dominic Blaxton was away from Pittsburgh when the bomb claimed his wife and unborn child. He now spends his days searching for ghosts in the Archive, looking for the murdered, the victims that others are working just as hard to delete from history.

Dominic is a fascinating character and he drives Tomorrow and Tomorrow. The fact that he is suffering is obvious. His is a portrait in grief and it’s a masterly one. He tries to relive over and over moments with his wife, resetting the clock, rewinding and repeating, constantly. Not surprisingly, it drives him to madness and drugs and breakdown, resulting in his dismissal from his job searching for mysteries in the Archive, particularly a young girl, found dead in mud. Her identity had been erased, clues found only by investigating what is missing from the Archive, tracing the trail of lost pixels. Finally clean again, Dominic is hired by mogul Waverly to hunt for his daughter Albion, another victim of the bomb, but another young woman who is being systematically erased from the record.

To say that the case is not straightforward is the mightiest of understatements and it’s not long before Dominic is on the run for his life, leaving a trail of the tortured and murdered in his wake.

The mystery that Dominic becomes committed to solve is only one half of Tomorrow and Tomorrow. It is an exciting and twisty hunt, ingeniously mapped out, but the significant achievement of the novel is both the portrait of Dominic and the world-building. Dominic is surrounded by a host of characters, some dead, some alive, some not who he thinks they are, and they are all richly hinted at. This is a chase, told in the present tense, increasing the immediacy and the danger, and so we never know more than Dominic himself. But what we are given is a thorough and beautifully written portrait of our main protagonist, a man who is only just holding on and is in dire need of leaving his past where it belongs. It’s extremely moving and it’s impossible not to feel greatly for Dominic. But, as the novel makes clear time after time, Dominic is just one of many who suffers from what happened in Pittsburgh, not to mention all those lost burned souls.

For many, pornography has become the choice method of escape. Nothing is sacred. The murdered become objects of titillation on reality TV, the rights to the bodies sold by their families. The female President of the United States is little more than a glamorous executioner, signing the warrants of death live on TV in front of the condemned, followed by scandal and all the more popular and electable for it. There’s no doubt about it – this is distasteful stuff, but it is not done salaciously. Thomas Sweterlitsch is a fine writer and he walks the line between what is acceptable and what isn’t very well (I am a most squeamish reader and I had no problem with this at all). This is a most unattractive future world – hardly unsurprising if it’s a place in which nuclear attacks take place – but there are moments of hope and lightness, seen most particularly in the scenes with Dominic’s friends and family.

Thomas Sweterlitsch combines so well a murder mystery with a stunning portrait of a near future world that is truly horrifying, not just for the obvious bomb devastation and the moral and political degradation of society, but also for its nightmare portrait of social media gone mad. Thrilling and thought-proving, Tomorrow and Tomorrow is a most intriguing and original read.

Plague by C.C. Humphreys

Publisher: Century
Pages: 368
Year: 2014 (17 July)
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Source: Review copy

Plague by C.C. HumphreysReview
A serial killer stalks the streets of London, stabbing gems into the mouths of the slaughtered. With murder, though, walks a friend – plague. The year is 1665 and the city reels under an onslaught of murder, poverty and disease. On the fringes dance the rich. The newly restored monarchy, epitomised by the bewigged and hedonist Charles II, is surrounded by fellow pleasure-seekers who jig their way through the reopened theatres. Everyone, from King to actor, thief and pauper remembers the recent wars. They have left their mark and in many cases a debt.

Captain Coke is a gentleman but he is also a highwayman, albeit one with a bulletless pistol. He does good, adopting as his own his rather gormless apprentice Dickon, teaching the boy to read using sensationalist leaflets, the only literature the boy is interested enough to struggle through. When Coke discovers the bodies of his next intended victims slaughtered upon the highway, he finds one just alive, a young woman who dies in his arms. He flees but he cannot forget. Although Coke should hide, particularly once the thief-taker Pitman catches his scent, he is unable to resist the pleas of friend Sarah Chalker, whose husband John, an actor, is missing.

And all the time, more and more houses are sealed up, their inhabitants locked inside, keeping company the corpses of their relatives killed revoltingly by the hungriest of plagues.

Plague is rich in atmosphere, you can almost smell the stink of the stews and the sickly perfume of the rich. Much of the novel is spent in the poorer streets of the city or in its theatres among the actors and their audience. It’s a far from glamorous society with actresses preyed upon by nobles but it is a world away from the horror of the squalid rooms where the sick die of plague or the tortured die of agony. There are some wonderful cameos here, especially the King and his libertine poet Rochester. I also thoroughly enjoyed the conflicted character of Captain Coke. This is a man who is tormented by his memories from the recent wars – after what he’s gone through how can he live a normal life? Pitman, too, is an interesting character, especially once he has formed a partnership with his prey, but it is Coke, painfully haunted, who stands out for me. Amongst the many believable men and women, though, there are melodramatic, sinister figures, not least the man that Coke must chase.

This is a violent novel and, not surprisingly considering its subject matter, it is exceedingly grim in places. C.C. Humphreys does not flinch from his depictions of murder, torture or plague symptoms. I liked the historical setting enormously and much of the characterisation and narrative but it did cross my squeamish barrier at places, although admittedly it is not a barrier set high. I do think, though, that Plague will be much enjoyed by readers of historical crime fiction.

The Storms of War by Kate Williams

Publisher: Orion
Pages: 514
Year: 2014
Buy: Hardback, Kindle
Source: Review copy

The Storms of War by Kate WilliamsReview
It is 1 August 1914 and war is just days away. For German immigrant and meat merchant Rudolf de Witt, his English wife Verena and their four children, tensions are greater than for most. A village party hosted by the de Witts ends in humiliation, snubbed by the villagers, a trivial event in itself but a sign of how lines have been drawn between the British and those who are now regarded as the enemy. For youngest daughter, 15-year-old Celia, this is a time to cast off her childhood clothes and to raise up a notch her flirtation with servant and groom Tom. Her sister Emmeline is about to marry Sir Hugh, sealing the respectability of this half-British family, while no one would seem to hate the Germans more than brother Michael. Of Arthur, the eldest brother and away in Paris, there is not a word.

But when war breaks out on 4 August everything changes for the de Witt family and their servants, leaving only Verena safe in her grand home of Stoneythorpe, bewildered and abandoned. Celia, Michael, Tom and Rudolf undergo years of horror, each leaving mental and physical scars, and it is their stories that come alive in this fine family saga.

The Storms of War is essentially a novel in two parts, the first preparing us – and the characters – for what is to come in the second. The point of view shifts through the novel, spending time in turns with Michael and Celia in particular. Celia’s story is initially a domestic one, continuing her lessons, dealing with her sister and mother, and coming to terms with the absence of Michael, Tom and her father. Michael’s perspective is unbearably different, surrounded as he is by the fear, dread and danger of trench warfare. Kate Williams, a historian whose love of the past shines through these pages, brings the horror to the fore through descriptions of dealing with the lice, the rats and the dirt. It’s a riveting read.

Once Celia embarks on her adulthood, her story rivals – and exceeds – that of Michael in its depiction of war. Celia’s experiences as an ambulance driver in France are enormously powerful and horrifying. The camaraderie between the girls, brought together from a range of backgrounds and motives, mirrors that between the men in the trenches, the men that these girls collect in pieces.

The descriptions of war are outstanding, all the more so because Kate Williams has made us care so much for the characters – whether major or minor. The contrast between the chapters set in London and Stoneythorpe and those set in France or in hospitals at home is dramatic and poignant. The trivial versus the fundamental. As a result, I had very little time for Emmeline and only slightly more for Verena. My feelings for Rudolf were also mixed, as they are supposed to be. But I had all the time in the world for Celia, Michael and Tom – especially poor, young Celia, brave beyond her years, with demands made on her that should never have been made and so much heart despite the efforts of some to tear it apart.

There is so much going on in The Storms of War, its pace is furious and never lets up. I’m a big fan of Downton Abbey and so I thoroughly enjoyed the saga’s great dramas, one after another, the characters that come and go, leaving devastation and turmoil in their wake, the twists and turns (pleasurable despite their predictability), and the tragedies that will endure for years. Despite the bloody war scenes, this is not a heavy read. Its purpose is to inform and to be enjoyed and it succeeds perfectly.

The Storms of War is the first in the saga. The next will take the history and story of the de Witt family through to 1927. Some characters are merely hinted at in this first novel – especially brother Arthur and the mysterious General – while others make enigmatic appearances – the American Jonathan for one. I can’t wait to see what Kate will do with them all next as the stormclouds of war disperse.