Author: cherylmahoney

I'm a book review blogger and writer. I have published four novels, The Wanderers; The Storyteller and Her Sisters; and The People the Fairies Forget; and The Lioness and the Spellspinners. All can be found on Amazon as an ebook and paperback. In my day job, I'm a Marketing Specialist. Find me on Twitter (@MarvelousTales) and GoodReads (MarvelousTales).

A Silent But Enthusiastic Thief

On By cherylmahoneyIn Fantasy, Reviews10 Comments

My first movie review for Once Upon a Time‘s Quest on Screen, Mirror, Mirror, came out just in March.  My next one is…a good bit older!  Thank you to Sarah, whose review got me intrigued by Douglas Fairbanks’ The Thief of Bagdad–from 1924!

I’ve been wanting to watch a good silent movie ever since seeing The Artist and Hugo, two homages to the silent film era.  So I was excited to find out this was streaming on Netflix.  I’m convinced this was the big-budget action film of its day, and it was excellent: fun, exciting, some very impressive effects and a handsome leading man.  My biggest complaint?  That missing H in “Bagdad.”  Other than that, it was a wonderful film, and a wonderful taste of the silent movie era.

Douglas Fairbanks plays the title role, as a devil-may-care thief who takes what he wants and lives life with gusto.  One night he sneaks into the royal palace, where he sees the princess and falls in love with her (as people do, in fairy tales and legends).  When suitors are summoned to the palace, the thief also returns, disguised as a prince.  It turns out the princess favors him too, but his ruse is soon found out.  To buy some time and avoid her villainous crop of other suitors, the princess demands that they all go on a quest, and whoever returns with the most impressive gift will be the one she marries.  Then it becomes your traditional fairy tale, with the hero and the villains all off on journeys through strange landscapes seeking magical artifacts.

Sound like a lengthy plot for a silent movie?  It is–and it’s a lengthy movie!  It’s two and a half hours long, so best be prepared to sit down and focus for a while.  It was well worth it!

Douglas Fairbanks is enormous fun as a slightly campy, ever so enthusiastic and confident thief.  There are several scenes near the beginning as he pulls off clever sleights of hand and robberies, and one scene where he goes into such raptures over food he smells that I couldn’t imagine how he would get more excited about the princess.  It turns out he didn’t–he plays that more subdued and more realistic.  He gets more serious overall in the second half of the movie, but I also think the plot gets more interesting then, so it evens out.

For 1924 (and possibly even, say, 1960) the effects are incredible.  I couldn’t get over the sets.  If they had wanted to use the same sets for a movie about giants, they’d have been ready to go.  There are endless enormous walls and archways, sweeping staircases and giant doorways.  They’re the kind of things that seem like they must have been built in miniature, to only be shown from a distance–but they’re shown up close, with characters climbing over walls and going through archways.  So either they really built the sets to scale, or they used some very impressive camera angles, to create tricks I honestly couldn’t spot.  You know all those archways and long hallways in the new Star Wars trilogy, where it’s so painfully obvious that it’s all CGI?  Whatever they were doing back in 1924, it was more convincing to my eye.

There’s also a convincing flying carpet and magical rope that Douglas Fairbanks climbs up, and a few monsters to fight.  The monsters were, well, not what you’d get today, but I feel like I’ve also seen movies made in the forties or even the sixties with less convincing monsters.  Then there’s the cast of thousands for an army at the end.  Some may have been stock footage or clever angles, but I’m sure they had crowds.

I haven’t watched many silent movies, so it was fascinating to see this one.  I discovered that I recognized Douglas Fairbanks at once, even though I can’t honestly say that I’ve ever seen him in a movie before.  He must be one of those people who’s filtered into the consciousness.  I didn’t feel like I had trouble following anything, and (with a few exceptions) the acting didn’t feel over-the-top dramatic to make up for the minimal dialogue.  I did find, though, that I had to really focus.  I often do other things while watching TV, things that don’t require a lot of higher brain function but do require my eyes.  I realized how much I depend on listening to the TV to follow something…and for a silent movie, I had to really watch!

It wasn’t actually silent, of course, as there was music throughout.  It was a jaunty, fairly ignorable tune, and they honestly may have been playing the same five minutes of music again and again–I couldn’t really tell.  I think it did what it was supposed to do, avoiding an eerie actual silence and adding to the light-hearted tone of the movie.  There were moments where I thought they might have done more with the music to add a serious or suspenseful tone, but mostly it was good fun.

The whole movie was good fun–light, funny, exhuberant and fanciful.  If you’re looking for an enjoyable romp of a silent movie, I highly recommend it.  And if you’re a fan of Disney’s Aladdin (I am), I have no doubt that someone putting that movie together went back and watched The Thief of Bagdad first!

Other reviews:
Sarah @ Reading and Writing and Movies, Oh My!
Caught Frenching (French Press Vintage)
The League of Dead Films
Tell me if you’ve reviewed it!

Stumbling Upon Diana Wynne Jones

On By cherylmahoneyIn Fantasy, Reviews6 Comments

I have somehow had the great misfortune to miss Diana Wynne Jones-related blogging events in the past–so I was thrilled to be in time for Diana Wynne Jones Days!  Thank you to Charlotte, who mentioned it a few weeks ago and tipped me off about it.  DWJ Days is a celebration of all things Diana Wynne Jones which started April 12th, featuring bloggers sharing their experiences with the wonderful, magical books of Diana Wynne Jones.

It’s a little complicated to explain how my reading of Diana Wynne Jones began, because I managed to stumble across her for the first time–twice.  Maybe three times.  The first first time, I happened across Witch Week on my library’s shelves.  I don’t know how old I was, only that I was young enough to have no context at all for the Guy Fawkes references (he isn’t heavily featured in American history books for kids!)  Considering that lack of crucial knowledge, I’m almost surprised by how much I loved the book.  I think the world-similar-but-different-from-ours concept still seemed new and exciting, I enjoyed the magical mix-ups, and I was intrigued by the boarding school setting, even if it was a bleak boarding school.

My memory of what I read that long ago has gone vague, but I think I read Witch Week at least two or three times.  And…I didn’t think about looking for anything else by the author.  I’m almost sure I also read and loved The Spellcoats at some point around this age, but I have no memory of connecting the two books at all.  I had no idea that both books were part of series, or that this (very prolific!) author had written so many other books.

Years go by.  During high school, I wrote about a character named Richard Samuel Jones.  I was still very much a browser at the library when it came to picking up new books, and there came a day when nothing on the shelves seemed to be appealing to me.  So, on a whim, I decided to go see if anyone named Jones had written anything interesting.  I found the Diana Wynne Jones shelf, and picked up something, I don’t know what but maybe A Tale of Time City.  Whatever it was, I loved it, and this time I had the good sense to keep looking for more books by the same author!

I eventually realized I knew The Spellcoats when I read an omnibus of the Dalemark Quartet, and discovered that I had already read Witch Week when I made my way through the Crestomanci books.  It turned out this “new” author was an old favorite all along…once I put the pieces together!

It was years more before I ever realized how important Diana Wynne Jones is in children’s fantasy.  I think it was really only when she died, and suddenly all the book blogs I follow started talking about her, and all the authors I follow turned out to have known her personally, that I really got it. In a way, I’m glad I didn’t know–because she was “my” author that I happened to stumble on in the silliest of ways.

And I mostly went on stumbling over her books.  I have too many books on the To Be Read list to browse much anymore, but I was a browser for years, and on days when I couldn’t find anything, I could be sure of discovering something by wandering over to the J shelf.

Part of the fun of Diana Wynne Jones Days is that Firebird is reissuing several of her books with new definitive editions.  Considering A Tale of Time City is one of my favorite books that I somehow don’t own, I may need to pick up a copy with that lovely cover up there.  Check out the list to see if they’re reissuing your favorite!

I’ve long since lost count of how many Diana Wynne Jones books I’ve read.  However, I’m a list-maker, so I can look it up for you–twenty-seven!  All in all, I think it’s a good thing I didn’t give Richard Samuel Jones the name Smith instead.  Maybe there’s some wonderful author named Smith…but it’s hard to believe it could be anyone who would top Diana Wynne Jones.

Another Lady Knight-to-be

On By cherylmahoneyIn Fantasy, Reviews, Young Adult5 Comments

As part of my personal quest to re-read all of Tamora Pierce’s Tortall series (18 books!), I re-read her Protector of the Small quartet during March…then took forever to get to this review!

The heroine of Pierce’s third Tortall quartet is Keladry of Mindelan.  The first time I heard about this series, she was described as a girl with a knack for animals who wants to become a knight.  And I thought…well, isn’t that just a combination of The Song of the Lioness, about Alanna who wants to be a knight, and The Immortals, about Daine with her magical knack for animals?  It kind of is–but in most ways it’s not.

Alanna had to disguise herself as a boy to get her shield, but after her friend Jonathan becomes king, he decrees that girls can become knights.  Then for ten years, no girl ventures to try it.  Finally Keladry comes along, the daughter of a diplomat’s family who has lived most of her life in the Yamani Islands (a very obvious take-off on Japan).  Alanna is her hero (should I say heroine?) and she dreams of becoming a knight so she can protect the defenseless.  She becomes a page, but faces fierce challenges from boys and even instructors who don’t think a girl can be a knight.

The first three books (First Test, Page and Squire) follow Kel through her training, and the fourth book, Lady Knight, is about her first adventure as a knight, mostly commanding a refugee camp during a war.  (Sorry if that was a spoiler to tell you she does eventually get her shield…) In the first book Kel is only ten, but like Alanna, she’s a very OLD ten-year-old.  To diverge slightly, I actually have a theory about this.  Pierce originally envisioned Song of the Lioness as an adult book.  I’m guessing when she decided to make it YA, some editor told her the characters had to be younger, so she dropped five years off their stated ages; all of Alanna’s peers act pretty consistently five years older than they’re supposed to be.  Once Pierce had established that pages start training at ten, she was stuck with that in this quartet too.  I think my actual point here is, don’t be off-put by a quartet that starts out about a ten-year-old.  Kel never feels that young, and she gets older quickly.

The animals turned out to be a relatively minor point; Kel has a bad-tempered horse, a disreputable dog and a flock of very clever sparrows, but the intelligence of the animals is largely chalked up to Daine’s presence at court.  She has powerful magic that sort of seeps into the animals around her.  Kel doesn’t have any magic of her own, the only Pierce heroine not to have some kind of magical ability.

Protector of the Small is in many ways a transition series, both for Pierce’s writing and my personal engagement with the books.  These were written when I was in high school, so I read them later and less frequently than the first two quartets.  I’m not sure, but this may be only my second time through the series.  I like them, but I don’t madly love them the way I do the first two quartets–but I don’t know how much of that is simply my personal history and familiarity with them.  I do know two people who say these are their favorites.

I like Kel, but I don’t love her.  I admire her very much–more than Daine, if I really stop to compare admirability.  Kel is tough and brave and, as the quartet title suggests, constantly trying to protect those around her.  She wages a campaign against bullying among the pages in the first book, and gets into the defense of battered women in the second.  In the fourth, she’s fiercely protective of her refugees.  She’s a great character and a wonderful role model for girls.  And I do like her–but somehow I don’t quite love her.  Maybe she’s a little too serious, or a little too righteous, or maybe I just met her later than I met Alanna and Daine.  She’s inevitably the other lady knight.

Alanna is back in a small supporting role, and I’m always thrilled to see her.  Jonathan, Daine, Numair and a handful of other major characters from earlier books also have roles again, most notably Alanna’s friend Raoul, who if anything has a bigger part here.  As ever, it’s fun to see how characters’ lives are going along.  There are many good new characters here too.  My favorite is Neal, Kel’s very funny best friend (him I love), probably followed by Tobe, an orphan Kel takes under her wing in the fourth book.  There’s also a perfectly dreadful villain, Joren, who matches Duke Roger for charming viciousness.

I mentioned transitions in Pierce’s writing–Protector of the Small is definitely a changing point from the simpler earlier books to the more complex ones she’s writing now.  It’s a little hard for me to explain how they change, because Song of the Lioness has complex characters and complicated plots and good writing…but somehow the more recent books feel denser and grittier and more mature.  They do get darker, especially the fourth book, and the third and fourth are both much longer than earlier ones.  They were written right about when Harry Potter was getting popular, and Pierce directly thanks Rowling for opening the door to longer YA books.

There’s something more realistic about this series, although I’m struggling to put my finger on it.  Tortall has felt like a real, complex world from the beginning, but there is a certain amount of sorcery and legend feel to Song of the Lioness.  Protector of the Small has less magic, and it gets into practical things like politics, diplomacy, the complications of supplying a band of knights, the difficulties of the legal system…  Alanna went through tough training, but Kel seems to keep count of the specific training and the bruises involved much more.  It’s just a bit of a different feeling.

In a way this quartet occupies an unfortunate space–I think I’d be more enthused about Protector of the Small if I didn’t love Song of the Lioness so much.  It really only falls short by comparison–and to be not as good as one of my most favorite quartets ever…well, that’s barely a criticism, really.  So, if it isn’t already clear, let me just say that this really is an excellent set of books, a fantasy series that is nevertheless gritty, with characters that are engaging and very human.  Well-worth reading.

And now I’m down to just two more Tortall books to re-read!  Stay tuned for a review of the Trickster books soon.  🙂

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

Other reviews:
Respectable Collection
Young Adult Fiction & Whiskey Sours
The Literary Tally
I found a strange lack of reviews…I know other people are reading Pierce!  Point me to your reviews!  🙂

Saturday Snapshot: Late-blooming Orchid

On By cherylmahoneyIn Saturday Snapshot21 Comments

I’ve been waiting a year and a half for my orchid to bloom–and it finally did!  It had lovely flowers when I first got it, and I was told that it would probably bloom again in a year.  Well, it didn’t…and I waited…and didn’t quite have the heart to toss it out…and finally this spring it burst out with buds.  I’ve been watching it like a hawk for three weeks as bud after bud opened, waiting for the perfect moment to take a picture and share with all of you!

I count twelve blooms, plus one more bud I think will open, and two tiny ones that might.  I guess it was worth the wait!

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Favorites Friday: Discworld

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The Discworld series by Terry Pratchett really is a world unto itself.  It’s a sprawling, chaotic hilarious tumult of a series, with forty-odd more and less connected books.  The biggest problem is where to begin, and that did put me off for a while…until a friend finally handed me one and told me to start.  I’ve read 18 since then (I think–I swear I counted my list five times and it kept coming out different, which is actually very appropriate for Discworld).  I found out it doesn’t really matter where you start, so if you enjoy humorous fantasy with a satirical bent, I highly recommend jumping in wherever you like.

But some places are perhaps better to start than others, and some books are more hysterically hilarious than others…so I thought I’d share a few favorites, to give you some ideas.  Don’t start with the first book in the series, The Colour of Magic; it’s fine, but there seems to be universal agreement that it’s not one of the best.

Maskerade is the first Discworld book I ever read, sort of.  I did read it first, but I came at it solely as a Phantom of the Opera retelling, had no context to put it in, and haven’t reread it (or enough of the books about the same characters) since reading others to really get it into my head as part of the larger whole.  But technically it was the first, and still a favorite.  There’s a masked madman who’s terrorizing the Ankh-Morpork Opera House with, among other things, little notes where he writes down maniacal laughter (as in “Ahahahahaha!!!!!  Yrs, The Opera Ghost”).  This book also has one of my all-time favorite lines.  Death, a recurring character, appears to a recently deceased man, and tells him he’s going to be a rat in his next life.  The character says, “But I don’t believe in reincarnation!”  To which Death replies… “But reincarnation believes in you.”  Actually, he says it in all capital letters, because he’s Death.

I began my proper reading of Discworld with The City Guard books.  There are eight books focused on Guard Captain Sam Vimes and his crew of more and less competent watchmen.  Guards! Guards! is the first, if you want to start there.  One of my favorites is Jingo, which satirizes the political jockeying around wars.  Vimes eventually prevents war by arresting both opposing armies for disturbing the peace.  Also, Nobby Nobbs gets in touch with his feminine side–which, trust me, says it all if you know the character, and is impossible to explain if you don’t.

My other favorite City Guard book is Thud!  This one is about racial tension–and it’s hysterically funny.  No, really.  In this case, the two races are trolls and dwarfs, and Vimes has to prevent their ancient feud from exploding all over his city.  My favorite parts, though, are kind of sidenotes.  There’s a famous artist whose papers are almost impossible to decipher, because some of them were quite odd…even odder than “you are not a chicken.”  Also, there’s Vimes’ adorable practice of reading Where’s My Cow? to his son every night promptly at six o’clock, and he never misses.  Even if his men have to declare a state of city-wide emergency to get him home on time.  There’s a companion picture book of Where’s My Cow? which is simply adorably good fun.

Going Postal is actually my usual recommendation to people of where to start.  I wrote a review earlier, so suffice to say here that it’s about a petty criminal who survives the gallows and is given a chance to become Ankh-Morpork’s new Postmaster.  The Post Office hasn’t functioned in twenty years and is literally filled with undelivered mail.  And I do mean literally.

The Truth is another good starting place, another fairly independent one.  This one satirizes journalism, and features a vampire photographer.  The light from the flash turns him into dust every time he takes a picture.  But it’s okay, he has it rigged so he turns back again.

If this post is a little disjointed and incomprehensible, that’s just the nature of the series.  Not really disjointed and incomprehensible, but random and complex and marvelous.  You know you want to understand all my half-comprehensible jokes and carefully veiled references…so you ought to read the series!