Tuesday 12 March 2013

Book Review: Distant Star by Joe Ducie

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Joe Ducie’s Distant Star reads a little bit like a Harry Dresden novel, but the comparison lacks. Distant Star is grittier, flourishing, and a touch alcoholic. The imagery is evocative of King’s Dark Tower series. The story revolves around Declan Hale, a Knight Infernal, who is exiled from Ascension City to True Earth for his horrendous, albeit necessary, crimes during the Tome War. After his exile, Declan opens a bookshop in Perth, Australia, and lives his days in relative peace until that calm is broken by a calling card from the future, one that drives him back to old habits and Ascension City, where tensions run high and war is imminent.

Declan’s world –a multiverse, really– contains individuals that possess Will (magic). Some of those with Will write stories that because of the Story Thread become separate worlds, places that other people with Will, like the Knights and Renegades, can walk in and out of. While the setting and atmosphere denote a contemporary urban fantasy, there is an element of the mythical from fabled Atlantis to universes spinning in the void. The story starts off within the urban sphere and shifts towards the otherworldly as Declan slides down the gradient from archetypal reluctance to proactive heroics. Declan is a powerful hero and he justifiably intimidates friends and foes alike, but he is not a deus ex machina that is undefeatable, indefatigable, and all-powerful. It’s not like he can’t die.

The character himself is intriguing. Declan is like the Doctor, Dresden, and two fingers of scotch. He is the quintessential war-wearied and reminiscent exile. The inner monologues are insightful and often poetic; they explore his humanity and sanity, his unyielding arrogance and quest for redemption, the greater reaches of a universe that he is on the fringes of, and the complex machinations of the people around him. Undoubtedly, Declan Hale is the most fully-fleshed out character, and through his eyes, we get a glimpse of his lost love, Tal Levy. That’s the other thing about Distant Star: it’s not just a fantasy adventure. This is, at its heart, a love story. Ethan is the reader stand-in through who Declan exposits the nature of their abilities and some background history. Sophie, Tal’s sister, made no particularly strong impression on me. Nor did King Morpheus Renegade. Marcus’ unbending sense of right and wrong over notions of loyalty make him one to watch out for. Perhaps it’s just because I like villains and bad girls because the other two characters to strike a chord were Jon Faraday and the Immortal Queen. The former is not evil per se, but he has consolidated his hold on power, a hold that is threatened by our exiled protagonist. The impression Faraday makes is that however misguided his intentions, however ruthless his actions, he does it for the greater good. With the Immortal Queen, however, all bets are off. She could just be a cutthroat, evil bitch. As King Morpheus’ wife, her intent and purpose among the Renegades are in question, along with everything else we know about her.
 
Ducie’s writing is concise and vivid, sensational for certain, depthful in its brevity. His tone affects melancholy, a sharp juxtaposition to the gold Australian setting. The places he visits, that he dares to show us, are portrayed with all the trappings of truly opulent grandeur. It’s hard not to get hooked on this book. Its largest flaw is that it didn’t last as long as Martin’s A Storm of Swords.

The novel plays the conventions of fantasy really well, and references a huge sweep of literature and pop culture. There are allusions to Harry Potter (this is magic, how could there not be?), Tolkien, mythology, Holmes. Fittingly so, considering this is a book about books. I even got a hint of Doctor Who about the Tome War, which remind me so poignantly of the legendary Last Great Time War that the Doctor, like Declan Hale, played a central role in ending by committing a terrible act. That being said, Distant Star is unique from all those works, swapping concepts and crafting a story worthy of attention.

Saturday 9 March 2013

Day 38: The War of the Worlds by HG Wells

For a Victorian era piece, Wells astonished me by the level of gritty, gruesome realism he portrays ravishing England in this powerful novella about extra-terrestrial invaders from Mars. You might have seen the Tom Cruise version set in modern times or you might even have some knowledge of the radio play. But this original is just as good, as vivid, and haunting in its approach of classical weaponry against a monstrous foe they can’t even conceive of. Wells is a fantastic speculative writer with a vivid mind.
       

Day 37: The Republic by Plato

One of Plato’s greatest works and one of the founding pillars of political philosophy, The Republic is a Socratic Dialogue that explores essential themes in Plato’s society that holds just as crucial relevance today. His views on justice and the unjust, governance, power, and morality are all exhibited with Plato’s brilliant logical primacy. Even 2393 years after it was written, this work is still read and studied today. The concepts within are still significant. The thought is staggering; I can’t think of anything else that is as important today from so very long ago. That alone merits a look into Plato’s magnum opus.

Day 36: Storm Front by Jim Butcher

A great novel about the dark, urban adventures of professional wizard Harry Dresden. This is the first in the series and right away, the tension begins to build as Dresden is thrown headfirst into the trauma and violence of Chicago’s drug war. Butcher has a good hand for characters’ personalities, but they are a little one-dimensional. The pacing and tension never slows down. For a debut novel, this is classic textbook and it definitely got me hooked for the next one.
                

Day 35: Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk

Palahniuk’s novel is a tantalizing satirical examination of media culture, religion, celebrity icons, and suicide. It’s a fast-paced, provocative, and funny as all hell. Tender Branson –the last surviving member of the Creedish Death Cult– is dictating his life story into a black box before the airplane crashes, from his meek subservient beginnings as a Creedish child to the drug-abusing, hypocritical, collagen-bloated mass media messiah.