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Friday, 6 February 2015

FFB - The island of Doctor Death and Other Stories and other stories

No, that title isn't a typing error...

The Island of Dr Death and Other Stories and other stories by Gene Wolf was published in 1980, an amusing and even playful title to this collection of his short stories.
 
 
‘The Island of Doctor Death and Other Stories’ is the first of three tales in which Island, Doctor and Death figure – an intriguing and bizarre trinity. Wolfe’s main character – a boy – discovers another world within the covers of a pulp book similar to Edgar Rice Burroughs and Robert E. Howard; the book is somewhere to escape to, to hide in, for no matter how horrible the events or scenes, they beckon tantalisingly, more preferable than the materialistic, often mundane, sensual-swamped world his neglectful mother inhabits.

‘Alien Stones’ is a complete departure: an alien space vehicle has been discovered, apparently empty. Partly a mystery, there is little action, but the personalities hold, as does the immense alien ship: an empathist who fails to know the aliens, a Captain who has an unusual younger alter-ego. Reality is questioned, and the story concludes with the old puzzle: can two alien cultures draw together and learn?

‘La Befana’ and ‘The Toy Theatre’ are short-shorts with appropriate twists in their tails.

‘The Hero as Werewolf’ creates a post-catastrophe world in which mutants roam and lycanthropy is commonplace. A dark gruesome piece – the streets depressing and claustrophobic, the characters shot through with pathos.

‘The Death of Doctor Island’ features a boy who is to undergo psychotherapy, his doctor being the island upon which he awakes. It is also a study in psychopathology and schizophrenia. The Island’s construction, the psychological insights and the empathy all work. This won a Nebula award.

Besides delving into the origins of myth, ‘Feathered Tigers’ is a metaphor for the lost cultures of the Earth, destroyed by man’s ‘progress’. The ending may be predictable, but the journey is worthwhile.

In ‘Hour of Trust’ Wolfe employs his ironic humour to good effect, where the War of Commerce has reached terrible proportions. International conglomerates employ weaponry and terrorist tactics in their sales drives! It reminded me slightly of James Tiptree’s ‘Birth of a Salesman’ – though with less overt humour; they both work on a basic premise and stretch it just far enough without going over the top; well done, with a sanguine ending.

One of the longest stories is ‘Tracking Song’, evoking a world of cold wastes with great eloquence. The narrator shows us he is in a technological era, but apart from the machine into which he dictates, there is no further evidence until the end. The land is sparsely populated by characters similar to those in North American Indian mythology, yet the narrator feels alien. He sets out on a quest of curiosity and discovery – a poetic trek, with a mystical ending that seems about right.
 
 
Last of the sequence is ‘The Doctor of Death Island’ which reveals the problems of immortality and cryogenic resurrection. The hero invented talking books and paperworks which made it possible ‘to employ a great number of persons who are close to functional illiteracy. Reading, today, is something of a speciality’.
 
‘Cues' is a rather long pun – and little fun. But next comes fifty-eight pages of ‘The Eyeflash Miracles’ – in my opinion worth buying the book for this story alone. It tells of a blind boy who has hallucinations populated by characters who help him to see. The characters and situations in the story have some Dickens, Bradbury and Baum in them, but the magical prose is pure Wolfe and a delight to read.
 
The last story, ‘Seven American Nights’ is an interesting, never dull travelogue with a 19th century flavour, written in diary-form, reminiscent of Jonathan Harker’s Journal in Dracula. And the discoveries are every bit as terrible. North America cities after are crammed with disease riddled beggars, street-sellers hawking physical and materialistic delights. The West has fallen and the Byzantine culture has resurfaced, superior, refined.  But this refinement has eased out risk and adventure, the narrator’s spirits are low, so he is drawn to exotic divertissement, with forbidding potential…
 
Not one story spells things out: the reader has to work, and is rewarded: total immersion in a variety of brilliantly described lands; and the atmosphere of each clings, memorable, haunting almost.  I recommend that you walk these wondrous, humane, ironic, bleak, always different pathways.

You can see Wolfe's bibliography here
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Wolfe_bibliography

 

Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Book review - Isle of Larus


Isle of Larus by Kathy Sharp (Crooked Cat Publishing)

This is a delightful fantasy about the Isle of Larus that has four guardians who seem incapable of protecting it when strange things begin to happen. Silver ships appear but the islanders can't benefit from any shipwreck material because the ships then disappear... Visitors from the island of Arjento Rock prove troublesome. A seagoing trader attempts to steal innocence and, at the drop of a hat, pocket silver for himself.  

The four guardians are Rissa, who forecasts the weather; blind Rufus who communes with the sea (‘People had been wondering quietly for quite a while if all his wits were collected in the same crab pot.’); Pontius the priest who finds guidance from the Spirit in the Sky sometimes, but not often (‘The Reverend would have fallen on his knees to thank the Spirit of the Sky for this positive response, if he had thought anybody was listening’); and Castello, the Captain of Artillery who has no memory of how he came to the island.

And there’s a cast of amusing walk-on characters, too, not least the mysterious Mother Culver who sticks in her nose too…

The delight is in the characterisation and their interaction. Told from an omniscient point of view, we learn of the thoughts and past of some characters, often with tongue in cheek.

There are plenty of gems in the prose. For example, when ships are spotted in the harbour:

‘But Rissa, they could be pirates, ruffians. They could try to… interfere with you!’

All eyes were on Rissa. ‘Not in these undertrappings,’ she snorted, and stomped off towards the harbour. The crowd dispersed to test their doorlocks, bury their treasures and hide their daughters in the haylofts.

Captain Castello muses about firing his cannon for the first time:

Anyway, provided it made lots of noise, did it matter if they didn’t manage to hit anything? He was hazy about the practicalities of aiming a gun. And provided he didn’t demolish his own wall or blow his own foot off… There seemed to be too many ‘provideds’ for comfort.

The relationship between Rissa and Castello is a joy. She is formidable, he is not sure…

… when he put his head round the bedroom door to ask how she did, she had lobbed a water decanter at him with astounding force, to judge from the crash. She was a remarkably good shot, too, hitting the door on the exact spot occupied by his left ear a moment earlier. He filed that information away for future reference, and idly wondered whether he shouldn’t recruit her into one of his gun crews.

When Castello is confronted by a girl, dishevelled and tearful, his heart sank.

It was so hard to deal with a weeping woman. At least Rissa never wept. She just yelled and threw things.
 
There are a few moral points to make along the way; and some amusing ones too. As Mother Culver stated, ‘The people of this isle have a great failing… They forget the past. They let it slip away, and do not learn from it, and so they are never prepared for the future.’

She’s good at interpreting old prophecies. Which seem to be coming true. Which will greatly affect the islander’s future. Some of the surprise revelations are worthy of a Gilbert & Sullivan operetta.

Kathy Sharp maintains the amusement, the little mysteries, up to the end. The whole enterprise was a joy to read. If you like to read a tale with a smile on your face, you couldn’t do better than set your feet and mind upon the Isle of Larus.

[A shorter version of this review will be posted on Amazon and Goodreads.]