Dodging Through Victorian London

Considering how much I love Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books, I have been impatiently awaiting his latest book–even if it isn’t Discworld.  Dodger is not quite on the level of the best Discworld, but it was a fun read of its own.

To clarify one thing at the beginning, the book is not really about the Artful Dodger from Oliver Twist–at least, not exactly.  Say rather it’s a young man who could be the inspiration for the Artful Dodger–considering his connections to Charlie Dickens, and all.

Dodger is a tosher by trade, a seventeen year old boy who makes his living searching through the sewers of Victorian London in search of lost coins, jewelry and other treasure.  And if occasionally things happen to fall out of their owner’s possession and into Dodger’s hands, well, who is he to dispute with a bit of good fortune?  Everyone knows Dodger, and everyone knows Dodger never gets caught.

There’s no Fagin, but there is Solomon, a wise old Jewish watchmaker who gives Dodger a place to sleep and helps him stay on the straightish and somewhat narrow path.  There’s no Oliver Twist, but there is Simplicity, a young woman Dodger rescues from a couple of thugs–a young woman who turns out to have crowned heads of Europe intensely interested in her.  His efforts to help her will take Dodger into a whole new part of society and bring big changes into his life.

All in all, I didn’t love the book, but there is a great deal here to like very much.  There’s enormous fun in the various historical figures Dodger’s path crosses–from Fleet Street journalist Charlie Dickens to up-and-coming politican Benjamin Disraeli, and a host of others I didn’t have enough historical grounding to recognize (but there’s a helpful afterword).  We also wander into fictional territory when Dodger meets Sweeney Todd, more sad than demonic and a powerful lesson about the tendency of the world to create the story they want to hear.

Dodger’s character growth throughout the book is excellent.  At first, he seems a little too noble (in the character sense) for a boy on the streets, but as the book develops and his character does too, it fits more easily.  It’s not an easy growth, and Dodger finds a certain loss of identity (or at least uncertainty) in his sudden rise in standing and character.

My favorite things are a couple of character quirks.  First, especially near the beginning, Dickens has a tendency to make a remark, get a look in his eye, and hastily jot something down–as when he made a reference to “our mutual friend.”  I would have loved even more Dickens quotes sprinkled throughout–though there may have been more that I just missed.  Second, I love Solomon’s religious life.  He frequently explains situations to God, perhaps when someone is doing something a bit, well, dodgy.  But Solomon will make matters clear to Him, in a lightly humorous and never offensive way.  It has much the same feel as the beginning of the song “If I Were a Rich Man” in Fiddler on the Roof.

My least favorite thing…well, I found out a bit more than I really needed to know about Victorian sewers, and I could have lived with far fewer references to, shall we say, Victorian waste, human and animal, in and out of sewers.  The most recent Discworld book featured an interest in bathroom humor, and I sincerely hope this is a short-lived trend in Pratchett’s writing.  It’s more often nasty than funny, and frankly, I know he’s more clever than to need to resort to that.

Still, this is a fun trip through Victorian London with solid characters and a plot with a few good twists.  Don’t come here expecting the high hilarity of Discworld, but it is an enjoyable historical novel.

Author’s Site: http://terrypratchettbooks.com/

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The Graveyard Book Read-Along, Week Three

This month, I’m participating in a read-along of Neil Gaiman’s The Graveyard Book, as part of R.I.P.  We’re looking at a few chapters a week, with no specific questions for each post.  This week’s discussion is on the last two chapters.  See my first post here.

So much to love in these last two chapters–and so much to be desperately sad about!  Since we’re talking about the end, there will be spoilers…  Warning duly noted, let’s jump in!

Chapter seven is practically a novella, and right from the title, “Every Man Jack,” it promises us resolutions to the arching plot of the book.  I love how this chapter ties bits and pieces together from almost every earlier, disparate chapter.  A teenage Scarlett (chapter two) comes back to town, and finds her way to the graveyard and to Bod.  She also meets Mr. Frost, a soft-spoken academic…who in a brilliant twist turns out to be the man Jack.  I love that too–and you’d think I’d remember it!  But I didn’t, so I got to be surprised again.  This is why I enjoy rereading.

Meanwhile, Silas has disappeared from the graveyard on mysterious business.  We find out that he’s with Miss Lupescu (chapter three) and other comrades in a desperate fight against a group of enemies.  And I love that we have a last stand featuring a mummy, a werewolf and (though it’s never said, it’s pretty obvious) a vampire.  I love that we get all the classic horror monsters, and in this case they get to band together and be the heroes.  Love that.  I do have to admit, though, that parts of this confused me.  It eventually becomes clear they’re fighting the Jacks, but exactly where and how…I found that muddled.

Back at the graveyard, Bod finally has to confront not only the man Jack but several of his associates, the creepy men from that rather creepy convention we saw in the Interlude.  I love their names: Jack Dandy, Jack Nimble, Jack Tar.  I don’t get Jack Ketch–is that a reference I don’t know?  I love that Bod has to use all his knowledge and friendships from growing up in the graveyard to protect himself and Scarlett–he makes use of the ghoul gate (chapter three), gets help from Liza the witch (chapter four) and ultimately uses his experience of the Sleer (chapter two) to defeat the man Jack.

I love that Bod has to really embrace who he is as a child of the graveyard–realizing that he doesn’t need to “learn” his name.  He is Nobody Owens.  He uses all that he’s learned to protect himself and his friend.  And I love that Gaiman manages to handle all the men Jack without Bod actually killing any of them.  As a writer, I know that requires much more creativity than just killing the villain.

I am desperately, desperately sad about Scarlett.  Bod felt so drawn to her, and she was his only human friend…and then she becomes afraid of him…!  It’s such a tragic twist, that in the process of embracing his own identity and vanquishing his enemy, Bod ends up losing his friend.  He protected her, and then she rejects him for it.  I love the emotional tug of it–brilliant storytelling–while being so sad for him, and so disappointed that Scarlett couldn’t make the leap to accept him.

Chapter eight is very bittersweet as well.  Almost an epilogue chapter, Bod is growing up and that means leaving the graveyard.  It’s so sad that he can no longer see this community that he’s grown up in, while at the same time it’s exciting that he’s going to go explore the world beyond the graveyard.  The ghosts and the graveyard become a metaphor for childhood as he has to leave it behind to become an adult.

I get the metaphor, and it’s effective.  But I do wish the graveyard could still be there for him to go back to, the way some of the joys and wonder of childhood can still be found by adults.  And also, the idea of a sixteen year old boy with scarcely any experience of the world going out into the world alone–it sets off all kinds of screaming alarms in my head.  Silas, this is not responsible guardianship!  At least take him on a Grand Tour before sending him off by himself!

Though on the other hand…Bod set off into the world alone as a toddler, and made his way to the graveyard.  Now, at sixteen, he’s continuing that journey.

And I love his last exchange with Silas.  Love.

And I love to think that someday, after a long life full of lots of adventures and meeting people who won’t run away, I love to think that Bod comes back to the graveyard.

I’d also love to see a sequel about Bod’s adventures in the world.  Such potential for so much more.

In the meantime, I have thoroughly enjoyed taking a leisurely trip through this book again, and loved all the thought-provoking discussion on everyone’s blogs.  Big thank you to Carl for hosting, and to everyone for all your wonderful thoughts!

Saturday Snapshot: Dreaming of Fall

I am SO ready for fall and winter.  That may partially be because of R. I. P., but mostly it’s the fault of the weather–we had a tantalizing few days of cold and clouds, before going back to upper-80s this past week.  I am trying to savor the cold mornings and pretend not to notice the hot afternoons.  I can’t wait until it’s actually cold enough for all my favorite fall and winter things–like sweaters and heavy quilts and scented candles.

In the meantime, I’m amusing myself for Saturday Snapshot this week with a sort of Fall Tableau.

What could be better on a dark and chilly evening than a cozy afghan, hot tea and warm cookies, candlelight and Hitchcock?

I’m just impatient.  I suppose it’ll get chilly soon enough…and I watched Rebecca this week anyway.

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Blog Hop: Finding Book Blogging

I’m participating in the Book Blogger Hop again this week, which invites book bloggers to answer a bookish question and visit each other’s blogs.  Hosted at Knitting and Sundries this week, here’s today’s question:

How did you find out about book blogging and what made you decide to start one yourself?

This is a funny one, because I don’t feel like there was a point when I found out about book blogging as a thing.  I’d been involved in my company’s blog in the past, so I’d done some writing and knew how to use WordPress.  I toyed with the idea of starting my own blog for a while, but didn’t know what I wanted to write about.  I needed a topic that I knew I could generate ideas around for a long time, and eventually it occurred to me that, considering how much I read, book reviews were probably a good direction to go…

I didn’t actually read book blogs before I started my own, which maybe is odd…but it never really occurred to me that it was a thing.  I suppose I assumed that other people had the same kind of idea and that there was probably a blog community of sorts, but it wasn’t until I started writing myself that I explored that community.  And then I was lucky, because I started right around the Cybils, and lots of blogs were linking to the blogs that were judging the awards…which gave me ready-made lists of bloggers focusing on the same genres I was interested in.

Since then, I shake-up the list of blogs in my reader every so often.  I love finding new blogs that old favorites are linking to, or by participating in blogging events.

I know lots of my readers are also book bloggers–how did you get started?

Reveling in Revels Below Fairyland

I spent this past weekend reading The Girl Who Fell Beneath Fairyland and Led the Revels There by Catherynne M. Valente.  I loved it.  It’s my second contender for “favorite new book this year” which is not altogether surprising–since it’s tied with The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making.

I already reviewed the first book in the series, and all the wonderful things from that book carried over here–the magic and the whimsy and the beautiful, beautiful writing.  This series combines so much of the loveliness of classic children’s fantasy with more complex characters facing more complicated choices.

The last book promised us this sequel was coming, and I think it’s worth quoting that line again: All stories must end so, with the next tale winking out of the corners of the last pages, promising more, promising moonlight and dancing and revels, if only you will come back when spring comes again.

The second book begins with our heroine, September, eagerly looking forward to a return to Fairyland.  I’m drawn in right at the beginning, as Valente explores how hard it really would be for Dorothy to go back to Kansas–I mean, for September to go back to Nebraska.  It doesn’t take long for her to fall back into Fairyland, where she eagerly anticipates fun adventures with her friends–only to discover that something has gone awry.  September lost her shadow in the first book, and now she finds out that someone has been stealing shadows (and with them, magic) away from Fairyland.  September must go on a quest into Fairyland Below–and there we find “moonlight and dancing and revels.”  September meets old friends strangely changed and many new creatures and places that are decidedly odd indeed.  Fairyland Below is a darker, more mysterious place and September doesn’t always know who she can trust.

The Girl Who Fell still has L. Frank Baum’s whimsy and J. M. Barrie’s charming way of addressing the reader, with an added dash of Lewis Carroll.  September goes to a quite strange tea and coffee house, and we see chess references occasionally too.

Unlike Peter Pan (or really all the endlessly-young, never-changing children of classic fantasy), September is begining to grow up in this volume.  She feels things a little deeper, thinks a little more, and there are just a few hints of romance.  I love September; she’s a brave, resourceful girl who wants to solve the problems around her and do the right thing.  But she doesn’t always know what the right thing is, and she struggles to know who she is herself, and what role she’s meant to play.

Many major characters from the previous book, like A-through-L, September and the Marquess return in this one–but Fairyland Below is dark and mysterious and all may not be quite as it seems.  We also get to go to a Goblin Market, meet a minotaur and a dodo bird, and seek out a sleeping prince.  There’s philosophy and there’s lyrical writing and we even get to play a bit with fairy tale tropes.

It is perhaps not a perfect book.  There are a few time-jumps that are slightly disconcerting, and the ending is maybe a touch convenient.  Though the ending makes me happy, so I don’t actually mind that much.  And even if it’s not perfect, it comes very close.  Unquestionably one of the best new books I’ve read this year.

Really, I don’t know how to do justice to this book.  I loved it.  I really, really, really loved it.  I follow Valente on Twitter and she’s been referencing work on Fairyland 3.  I will be pre-ordering that one as soon as it becomes available!

Author’s Site: http://www.catherynnemvalente.com/

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