Bastion by Mercedes Lackey.

Softcover Titan Books, October 2013. Fifth in the Collegium Chronicles.

A Valdemar novel and good as always. With the one proviso that you really need to read this series from book one to know what’s going on, and that applies to this book more then even the previous ones in the series. Mags has managed to escape from kidnappers who claim that he is related to them and as Mags is an orphan he couldn’t be sure if that information was valid or not but in this book it becomes clear that it was. It’s just that Mags is sure he doesn’t want to be related to his kidnappers and is worried that someone might feel he could be disloyal to Valdemar. Instead the Collegium decides to accelerate his training by sending Mags and his friends out into the field for a year of on-the-spot training and while this is underway more kidnappers appear with a repeat in mind. How Mags, Bear, Amily, and Lena cope, Mags growing relationship with Amily, and the resoution of the long-time trouble between the young folks mentors, Herald Jackyr and Bard Lita makes an entertaining read, with an ending that makes it clear there will be at least one other in this series. I look forward to it. I have always preferred the author’s Valdemar series to anything else she has done, and was delighted when this new series began. Recommended as a series.

Moving into Summer

Why do I think that? because yesterday I had a helicoper hovering more-or-less overhead, and the farming sections of the newspapers are all warning about setting your tractor on fire. And those items aren’t as odd as they sound in combination. The helicoper is on rook patrol. The birds form huge rookeries and are a complete pain in the neck as well as a foreign – and unwanted (what idiot imported them? ) – species. So the local council in rural areas sends out people in a helicopter, and while the helicopter hovers over the rookery, someone goes down on a winch and encourages the rooks to depart – and no, I’m not getting into specifics, the rooks are a nuisance but I’m an animal lover and I don’t want to think about just how the rooks are ‘encouraged.’ I don’t have a rookery on my property – or I’d really be torn on the subject – but the chap over the road has one on his place and this happens every few years.

And then there’s the tractors on fire. That’s also birds, starlings usually. A motivated, hard-working and energetic pair of starlings can build a nest in 18 minutes. And – for reasons known only to idiot starlings, they like to do that in tractor engines as being the ideal sheltered spot. So – farmer spends an exhausting morning ploughing or whatever, goes off to lunch, returns, fires up tractor and …wow, pretty flames shooting out from the engine. Because tractor engines get hot fast, starlings use very dry materials, and bingo – Combustion! And while a farm’s barn cat/s do a pretty good job, they do it mostly in the barn/s, not in tractor engines and a tractor in use isn’t usually put in the barn until the job is finished. Why is why a tractor more often goes up in flames right after lunch. Because you may think to check after it’s been tucked away for a whole night, but it’s something that often doesn’t occur to the driver when the darn tractor has just been sitting in the yard for 30-90 minutes.

I have my own problems with the chimney flue for my freestanding enclosed fire. That isn’t rooks, it’s mostly starlings, and fortunately for us all I’m very aware of the speed with which starlings can build and the dangers of them doing so in the flue. My damaged leg doesn’t like the cold or damp, so it’s not uncommon for me to have a fire going every few days to Christmas to make sure the place stays dry. That’s normally enough for the starlings to get the message. But some years – this one is showing as a possibility – the weather is warm and dry early and I may stop lighting the fire more than once a week just for a few hours. And if so, then the starlings decide that the flue would make a good nesting spot and start to build. However and fortunately a) they do this in daylight only, and b) my bedroom where I often work is close enough for me to hear the fluttering, chattering discussion, and scrabbling in the flue and I can race outside and yell, toss the odd small stone, and get the message across that the flue is not a good nesting spot. It doesn’t make me popular, but it’s better than fried starling/eggs/nestlings when next I really need to light the fire. Over the years the starlings have mostly passed on this message so it’s rare for me to have the problem unless a new pair are desperate for a home and gamble. In which case I’m outside again throwing things and describing their ancestry, intelligence, and probable destination…the latter being all too likely right here if the weather chills down and I light the fire without realizing I have tenants. So, as I say, it’s moving into summer, we’ve already had the rook helicopter, and any day now I expect to see a small plume of smoke rising as someone forgets to check a tractor engine….

HAVE YOU OVERLOOKED – Victor Kelleher?

Victor Kelleher (born 1939) is a often classified as an Australian author but was in fact born in London and moved to Africa with his parents, at fifteen. He spent the next twenty years in Africa, before moving to New Zealand. Kelleher received a teaching degree in Africa and has taught in Africa, New Zealand and Australia. While in New Zealand, he began writing part-time, but moved on to Australia in 1976, and taught at a NSW University before moving to Sydney to write full-time. Since the majority of his writing was done in Australia is may be that this is why they classify him as ‘an Australian writer’ although at least one of his books – Taronga – was set in NZ He’s had four Ditmar nominations and one win, and won the Australian Childrens Book Award.

His work falls mainly into the older children/YA SF/F category by library classification but I have found when reading his work that it reads very well on an adult level as well (and the one I have is well up to word count with some 70,000+.) The book of Kelleher’s that has been retained for many years now in my permanent library is The Hunting of Shadroth. This is typical of the books of the period (1981) for older children/YA in that it falls into the pre-history sub-genre as did many others for this age group – where they didn’t fall into the retelling/rewriting of classic legends.

Tal and his clan have lived so long as their memories run on the Slopes that overlook the Greenlands below. Until a strange and dangerous evil threatens them and if they are not to fall beneath its power Tal has to travel down to the Greenlands to find assistance before he and his clan are destroyed. How Tal finds aid for his people and more then he expected for himself makes a neat package. I loved the Feln, Tal, and the background and while many reviews I’ve seen on the book seem to think that it’s best suited to boys around 10-12, I’d disagree. This old lady still enjoys it. Kelleher is a darn good writer and if you like this sub-genre (and cats) take a look at The Hunting of Shadroth at least.

Novels. a partial list.

Forbidden Paths Of Thual (1979)

Voices from the River (1979)

The Hunting Of Shadroth (1981)

Master Of The Grove (1982)

Papio (1984)

The Green Piper (1984)

The Beast Of Heaven (1984)

Taronga (1986)

The Makers (1987)

Baily’s Bones (1988)

Ern’s Story (1988)

The Red King (1989)

Wintering (1990)

Brother Night (1990)

To The Dark Tower (1992)

Micky Darlin’ (1992)

Red Heart (1996)

Storyman (1996)

Slow Burn (1997)

Into The Dark (1999)

Born of the Sea (2003)

Dogboy (2006)

 

I have omited the work for younger children from this list, but the author is on Wiki should you want to look up his series and other books.

Steampunk Trails issue 1, Ed. J.A.Campbell.

Very large softcover, September 2013. Publisher David B. Riley.

Reviewed Steve Johnson.

Not usually keen on Steampunk, but there’s some very good stories in this issue. Fade of the Innocent by O.M. Grey deals with a killer for hire who has his own rules and sticks to them, and in doing so finds he has a problem. One that ends up providing him with something he’s never realized he needs and will end up cherishing. Quincy Allen’s Family Heirloom was an excellent ‘going back in history’ with the real kicker as you realize at the end just who is telling the story. Lone Star Jackson – Outlaw is one of Lyn McConchie’s ‘awww’ stories as she puts it and she’s right, it’s also a darn good steampunk tale for someone who writes very few of them. And Moshito Masquine, a Sam Knight and Rhye Manhattan collaboration is an interesting steampunk vampire version that goes unexpected places and takes in some clever new angles on the way through.
The cover of this issue – by Wayne Miller -  has colour, professional quality work, and is wholly appropriate to the theme, something in which some anthologies fall down. And let’s not forget the article – What We talk About When We talk About Steampunk Fashion by Carrie Vaughn. Not only is this very lucid article useful for those of us who weren’t that sure what the term really did mean,  but I’m wondering if this is the Carrie Vaughn who writes the ‘Kitty’ series. If so, then that was a bonus as I have all of the books bar the first and love the series. Yes, for someone who isn’t usually that keen on Steampunk I got a lot of enjoyment and good reading from this issue, and I don’t mind admitting it.

School Bullied.

Recently I was reading articles on the Columbine school shooting and it seemed to me that the authors made two errors. One was to assume that this was the first school shooting of its type. The other was that they seemed to believe that such things happened only in North America. On the first, I recently saw a partial list. It began in 1974 when a boy brought a gun to his New York High School and started shooting. He killed three of his schoolmates and wounded nine more. Only a year later another boy (and it almost always is boys) killed a teacher and a student, wounded thirteen other students, then committed suicide. (suicide of the perpetrator/s has increased.) The other increasing item, is that while the actual number of school shootings isn’t rising much, what often is, is the number of dead and wounded. That’s because as time passes the perpetrators are using guns that produce a greater level of firepower. They are automatics or semi-automatics that pour out a stream of bullets and require little aim. Just point in the vague direction and hose. If a direct hit doesn’t get someone a ricochet may.

But the assumption that this happens only in North America is based on reality. That in America the weapons are available to children, not always because they own them, but often because their parents and neighbours do and they can be stolen quite easily. Yes, in some states gun-locks are required, gun safes, or chained guns. And in what family do you think a teenager won’t know exactly what the gun-safe number  is, where to find a key for the chains or safe? And if the neighbours like kids and have known them all their lives they don’t hide keys and combinations from them. Because it just never occurs to them to do so. So when the day comes that the kid next door snaps, he has an arsenal at his disposal – let alone those weapons that he can buy on the Internet.

But what triggers such attacks? And that’s where New Zealand can stop smirking that ‘it never happens here.’ No, it doesn’t, because most kids here can’t lay hands on that sort of gun, not because the triggers don’t exist. At least one of the major motives behind school killings in America is bullying. That can be physical or mental. The boy who is brought up by a family that don’t have sufficient money so that he wears op shop gear, can’t go to optional classes or events, may find it hard to have clean clothes for each new day, and may always be hungry, so that his school work suffers and that constant empty feeling enhances anger issues. Does he get sympathy, understanding and support? In some schools, yes. In others, he becomes a target, the weaker member of the herd, to be driven out, and harassed. And yes, most kids who live that way won’t become school shooters, but now and again, one who feels he has nothing left, that he can’t live in the atmosphere of constant fear and rage will snap and reach for a weapon. It’s been occurring in North American for at least fortyyears! What makes us think that eventually it won’t reach New Zealand? And the answer is that we smugly assume ‘it’s an American problem.’ No. It isn’t.

What often triggers shootings in America is that feeling of having nothing, no rights, no power, no redress no hope or chance. Many of those who kill at schools are those who are seen as ‘outcasts’. They aren’t a jock, a cheerleader, one of the popular, pretty, wealthy, attractive, privileged kids and they’re reminded of that every single day by those who are. They’re tripped, shoved, have lockers vandalized, are called names, denigrated, embarrassed, and humiliated, and often without teachers, even when they see this clearly, taking any action against such events. Here such feelings seem to produce suicides, and of recent years there have been sufficient of those to show very clearly that constant, brutal and ongoing bulling in schools does exist. And the lack of shooting  may be because someone being constantly bullied to snapping point at school here doesn’t have the ready access to weapons. What they do have, and I believe it may only be a matter of time, is access to the internet. Where they can find out how to make DIY weaponry or bombs. They watch TV and see that the powerless can use IEDs to gain power. And if we continue to ignore the brutal effects of constant bullying that goes on relentlessly for years, one day we’re going to wake up and find that just like America, we can have a ‘Columbine.’ 

Everyone has a breaking point. One day I’m afraid that we may see the results of bullying in schools and a breaking point combine here and on that day we may discover our very own ‘Columbine.’ After which we’ll do as has been done elsewhere, we’ll blame the parents, ‘irresponsible, poor, solo, stupid, useless’. We’ll protest that other kids are bullied and didn’t do that. We were bullied and got over it. And it wasn’t as if it was anything much. A few insults, heck, I get worse than that at work. And the ‘cool kids’ who triggered it will be bewildered. “geeze, I only called him a fag a couple of times. I only tripped him.” Yes, they were wrong, I’m not saying they weren’t. But you try living in fear, not just for days or months, but for years – and to a kid, a year is forever. We’ll stigmatize the one responsible as ‘crazy, different, or evil.’ Instead of, guess what, they were just someone who couldn’t take it any more, who knew what was being done to them was known, seen – and ignored so kit will go on and on and…. Who were afraid to tell their parents because that usually makes things worse, afraid to tell the teachers because nothing would be done  (they’ve been seeing it for ages and done nothing anyway) and mostly, just afraid, because they couldn’t live any longer with the constant fear, that clenched-stomach-waiting for the next insult, the next casual trip or shove or after-school beating. (With the headmaster protesting that it was out of school hours and nothing to do with the school – except that most of it is in school hours and ignored and the one abused is all too aware of that.) And because finally the one who snaps doesn’t care if they live or die but it would be so pleasant to see terror at last and in turn on the faces of those who’ve done that to them for far too long…Bang!

Even sillier Spam incoming.

And I notice that in the past couple of weeks I’ve been inundated by a slightly different spam type. This all in a frenzied spate of French. Since I speak – and read – no French it’s a complete waste of time sending it to me. It appears to come from a list of women’s christian names and looks to be all the same. Sigh. I really do wonder about spammers. What the heck is the use of sending me long messages about something or another in a langauge I can’t understand? I mean, even if I was interested in the product and wanted to buy it, I’d never know because I can’t read the message. Something that applies even more to the even longer still  messages that I’ve been receiving in Chinese. Several pages of chinese characters is – er Greek to me. And a waste of everyone’s time. Do spammers even have a brain? Or could that perhaps be the subject for a new medical investigation…

STRANGE LUCKY HALLOWEEN ed. Jean M. Goldstrom, asst.ed. Sandi Reed-Chan

softcover, published Whortleberry PressSeptember 2013.  16 stories.                     reviewed by Steve Johnson.

Another interesting anthology from Whortleberry. I grabbed this the day after it arrived and read it yesterday, writing this review while Glen took her turn at reading it. This bunch of stories adds up the same way as an increasing number of Whortleberry anthologies, in that while I may not particularly like a story, it isn’t because it isn’t well-written, but for personal reasons…and I wonder where they find so many good writers, because Ghod knows there are too many lousy ones out there, many of them getting into print with badly written or even unreadable books as well as short work. And at times when I run across this sort of thing, I also wonder why the heck the publisher was wasting mnoney on something like that when far better authors have problems finding a buyer.

Amongst the stories I liked best in Strange Lucky Halloween were: Worthless by Warren Bull, which is a clever story of retribution in the most appropriate medium, I chuckled long and loud after this one. Lyn McConchie’s Wolf in the Fold is a cleverly written tale in which the way retribution was carried out is a neat mix of old-fashioned and very modern. Night Music by Wayne Scheer is something different in hauntings and all the better for that, it’s good to see a haunting that isn’t bog-standard. Dianne Arrelle’s The Cutout is  a very nicely done story of obsession and horror. While  A Butterfly Beginning by Sandi Reed-Chan is a future history tale that’s sweet, gentle, and optimistic, an ideal story on which to end the anthology.

I thought that a couple of the tales were a bit bland, others rather standard in theme, but I couldn’t honestly say that any were badly done or had obvious faults and that says a lot about the editors’ ability to select work. I continue to watch eagerly for Whortleberry anthologies and I am only sorry to hear that because the owner has medical issues arriving about that time, this year’s last in line, the Christmas anthology, has been cancelled. I hope that once she’s back on her feet we can expect the 2014 anthologies to begin appearing again on schedule and of their usual quality. Because it would be a great pity were it otherwise.

 

A Bee in a Bonnet

I was in the kitchen with my house manager when there was a loud buzzing and we became aware that we had a companion – a large irked bumble bee. I grabbed for the bee-jar just as the bee vanished iunder the sideboard. My house manager took the jar from me, dropped to her knees and peered under the sideboard from whence came an agitated buzzing. She emerged after several minutes with the bee safely in the jar although it had quite a lot to say about that. Fortunately translation wasn’t currently occuring, although after 25 years of this, I could make a fairly good guess – “Interfering humans! I don’t want to be imprisoned! And I don’t want to be in this kitchen either!” We agreed with that last, so the bee was conveyed outside, shaken from the jar, and departed as if equipped with Jato units. I know that now and again Thunder catches a bumble bee and lets it go inside. But he’d been nowhere near the action this time. I can only think that the idiot bee had entered of its own free will and then found where it had arrived at, wasn’t where it had planned to be. And that won’t be the last time we see one by any means…not now that it’s spring.

Luisa is Many things to many people.

Back in the 1980s, I started writing a series of mystery tales about Deetctive-Lieutenant Luisa Garcia of the Los Angeles Burglary and Homicide Squad. Over the 1990s I sold a number of them to a small USA print magazine, but even when that market collapsed on me, I continued to write another Luisa Garcia story every now and again. I LIKED Luisa. She lost her parents young and has been brought up by her grandmother in a working class suburb of small frame houses in a cul de sac. Luisa and her family are originally from Mexico but have been living in LA for several generations and since she is regarded as ‘one of them’ locally, there is no prejudice that she has become a cop. Hence Luisa’s cases can be anything from a murder that she attends in her official capacity, right down to the after-hours helping an ex-schoolfriend whose job is at risk.The stories remain set around the 1980s, and Luisa depends more on her understanding of human nature, common sense, and knowing the habitual criminals which whom she regularly deals, than scientific and laboratory findings.

Other series characters arrived, and the total of Luisa Garcia tales has climbed past 20 and looks likely to reach 30 in another year or two. I’ve sold a collection of them (To Serve and Protect) officially scheduled for 2015 (although that could be delayed) but don’t think I’ll stop writing them once that’s published. They’ve been accepted by a continuing trickle of theme anthologies in the past five or so years so it’s clear that others like them too. They’ve never made it to book-lengh and I don’t think they’re likely to however. Luisa fits better for me as 1500-4,000 word short stories, but she is so much fun to write. Any time a new Luisa plot pops into my head it’s like an old friend dropping in. In a way it’s what I say about my tiny farm, that you don’t make money with a place this size, but you save some and you eat very well. And with writing Luisa I may not make much money but I have a great time and I settle for that very happily.

The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party by Alexander McCall Smith.

An excellent read as ever and I’ve ordered the next. In this book Precious Ramotswe is approached by a farmer who complains that two of his cattle have been horribly slaughtered and he wants to know who and why. And while Precious never quite discovers who did the deed she does succeed in stopping further deaths. All the usual characters appear, her husband, his apprentices, (Charlie is accused of having sired twins on a respectable girl, Precious investigates this too and solves the problem) Ms Makutsi, assistant detective at the Number One ladies Detective Agency, and others, and the book ends with a very happy event, the wedding of Grace Makutsi and her fiancee, Phuti Radiputi. I’ve never been quite sure that these books truly fit the ‘mystery’ category, and the only reason that bothers me is that I wonder if claiming that they are specifically mysteries doesn’t limit sales. But regardless of whatever category in which they are listed, they are great reads, gentle, amusing, often very clever in their display and understanding of human nature, and I regard them with affection, buying each as available, reading, and subsequently re-reading them many times. I hope that the author continues this series, I’ve never much enjoyed his other books, but I have always really enjoyed the tales of Precious, her family, friends, and her clients and I hope that they will continue for many years to come.