An invitation to speak on my children’s ‘Troll books” at a local school saw the artist (Judy Giddens) who did those with me, collect me early afternoon and whisk me away to chat to some 30 small children at the South School. It was pleasant, kids often ask penetrating intelligent questions and it’s always a pleasure talking about my work. Judy, who did those five books with me, seemed to have the ability with the Troll series of getting into my head and seeing what the characters looked like. My Australian publisher (of the Daze books) also likes her work so we may continue together with her illustrating and my writing in happy harmony. I returned laden with parting gifts, (a lovely bouquet, pretty card, and a large iced cake) to find the gaggle waiting lined up at the gate. I had fed them before I departed, but ransom was demanded for my absense, so I gave them a smidgen more. They’re a bit above themselves at the moment. They were on the front page of the newspaper and it seems to have given them ideas…
Crouching Buzzard, Leaping Loon, by Donna Andrews.
published St Martins, Minotaur Mysteries, 2003, paperback.
I was at Emoticon, the NZ National SF Convention in Auckland when this came out and Barbara Clenden of Barbara’s Books strongly recommended it. I bought it because Barbara had been selling books to me for years, and was very accurate in knowing what I might like. On this one she was dead on the money. I read it in one gulp that night, came downstairs in the morning, ordered the previous three, and have been buying them ever since. The first book won (I think) four different mystery awards, and the judges too were dead on the money. The series is great, the characters are hilariously believable, the background is authentic, and the plots are – er – to die for.
In Crouching Buzzard, Leaping Loon, Meg Langslow, a blacksmith by trade, is running the reception desk at her brother’s new company, Mutant Wizards, set up to sell his computer game:Lawyers From Hell. Rob (her brother) has the feeling that something isn’t right at the company and wants Meg (known to her family as their resident detective despite her protests) to see if she can find out what’s giving him that chill at the back of the neck. It’s almost impossible to explain the plot except to say that there is indeed something strange going on at the company. For a start it’s mostly staffed by young male geeks, all mad on RPGs, and playing practical jokes.
And that’s not counting company policy of taking your dog to work, sharing the company space with six mental health specialists who resent sharing the space and resent sharing it with a gaming company named Mutant Wizards even more. They add peculiar patients, their own affairs and ‘affirmative bears’ to the mix. Then there’s George the one-winged Buzzard in Meg’s reception area, (when she isn’t feeding him microwaved mice, she’s worrying about him vomiting on her), there”s Spike, her de-facto mother-in-law’s small evil dog in company residence, and a pregnant cat under her desk. There’s the huge biker dude prowling the parking lot after dark, a rabid fan of the game constantly trying to get into the company area to find out about the next installment of Lawyers From hell, and, oh, yes, there’s the staff member who left and is now supposedly nursing his gun collection and a grudge. Not to mention a host of would-be bringers of law suits all of whom insist that Mutant Wizards stole their idea.
Then there is the automated mail cart that cruises constantly through the company area – and Ted, who is usually to be found lying on it in various poses, some of which suggest that he’s been murdered in transit. And then the mail cart cruises by Meg’s desk bearing Ted, who really has been murdered this time, and she’d better find out whodunnit because the local police chief thinks it’s her brother Rob and has just arrested him. So Meg begins to dig into what’s going on, to find that the staff are up to such a wide range of activities, some legal, some not, that searching out those alone keeps Meg pretty busy. Meanwhile elsewhere, Michael ( currently on location for a TV series) Meg’s gorgeous actor boyfriend (when he isn’t being a professor at the local university) is getting worried about Meg’s activities. As is the murderer. And in a denouncement which reminds me very strongly of a British farce, the killer is unmasked, and Meg and Michael may finally have found a place to live where they’ll finally have room for her work.
Frankly whenever I read this book I laugh, and that’s despite having now read it 4-5 times, the most recent being this week when I startled Thunder (asleep across my knees) with a howl of amusement as I got to the bit about the biker trying to ‘liberate’ George who didn’t in the least want to be liberated (for excellent reasons) and who was resisting violently. Meg’s family are the perfect characters with whom to surround her. I read the books and think wistfully that it would have been nice had they been my family. The background is fairly real since the author lives there, and the plots, while I hope they aren’t real, are clever, funny, and very well worked out. This is one of the series where I am hoping vigorously that the author a) doesn’t die any time soon, that b) she doesn’t stop writing ditto, and that c) her publisher is smart enough to keep publishing the series – and d) that I can always afford them. Recommended to those mystery lovers with a sense of humour, and a liking for animals, family, a good murder, and witty repartee.
Story sale
Yup, Over My Dead Body liked my story, The Truant, and have accepted it. This mystery magazine is one with which I’ve had a l..o..n..g association. I sold them a story not long after I began writing professionally, (which appeared back in spring of 1994, a hard-boiled detective parody – The Good Old Days.) So it’s nice to see that unlike a lot of other mystery magazines of the ’90s, they’ve remained in print and even nicer that they still like my work.
cataloguing continues
Certain events suggested that it was time I should double check the original catalogue of my short work, and then bring the three sections (stories, articles, and poems) up to date. A friend and I began a couple of weeks ago with updating short story sales to anthologies and I got that posted. I now have almost all of the poems sorted to one side and listed, but somewhere in the stack of magazines I’m fairly certain that there’s at least two more poems as yet unlisted so I’m holding off on posting that list until I have this last couple found and added.
The short work has been sorted by category – articles, stories. And we are now sorting the stories by year. Once that’s done we’ll compare them year by year to the list I already have, adding missing publications in where required. In many ways it’s an interesting exercise. I keep seeing magazines I sold to for one issue and on up to five or even ten years but which then folded and I wonder what happened to their editors? Many were fun magazines with good editors. In the in-it-for-love Small Press area, there usually comes a time when the owner/editor has no more time or money, and that’s it. But I remember them fondly and wish some of them were still around. Plot Magazine, Freezer Burn, The Iguana Informer, Fagan, Masque Noir, Prohibited Matter, Scherazhade, and the Artemis Press anthologies, thank you for the opportunities you offered. You’re remembered.
Going Out With a Bang
I came back from a bookarama the other week with 41 books for $37.50, including a cartoon book on Old Age. It had a section that suggested ways in which you could die more dramatically, interestingly or irritatingly (to annoy the kids.) One method was to line your do-it-yourself coffin with explosive and demand cremation. Which reminded me of the growing number of news stories I seem to have been seeing of late in which someone finds that the baby, grandma, or dear friend, hasn’t been quite dead when listed as such. The most recent I remember being one in which a premature baby was said to be dead, taken from the mother before she got any kind of a look, dumped in the morgue fridge at the hospital, the baby, many hours later was found to be still alive, by her parents who’d demanded the right to say a proper good-bye to her,
I’m booked for cremation myself, but after all these stories I worry. I don’t want to do a “Fall of the House of Usher†in a cemetery, and, almost as bad, nor do I want to be cremated before I’m definitely dead. It occurs to me that having an explosive-lined coffin would make certain that if there’s been an error at some stage, once I’m slid into the crematorium, and the explosive touches off, one way or another there’ll be no doubt that I’ve died – hopefully before the fire gets past the explosive to me. Wonder where I can get a do-it-yourself coffin?
LOW NOON anthology edited by David B.Riley.
softcover, published by Science Fiction Trails, April 2012.
Reviewed by Steve Johnson.
This was an excellent compilation, there was only one story that I thought wasn’t a reasonable read, and all were definitely weird. Don D’Ammassa’s Drawn Out was, I thought, the best in the anthology. It produced an aspect of ‘weirdness’ that I haven’t seen before. (Yes, there may be other writers doing the ‘drawing shows the inner person’ aspect, but I haven’t read them and I liked (a lot) what he did with the story and characters.) With Lyn’s story I’d have preferred the torture to be a bit less graphic but it was a good tale and covered possible aspects of time travel outcomes very neatly. Feeding Pluto was a fine example of the ‘killer cannibals run residential accommodation’ sub-genre, as was Hell Home on the Range. Each came at their story from a different angle, and both stories were fun to read. And finally I enjoyed Art Lessons; short, clever, and interesting, and A Walk in the Woods: dog saves the day.
On the other stories I would note that I found A Quarter Past Death and Trail of the Brujo both well-written but just a little generic. The Judiciales was a good story and I was enjoying it right up to the final words, which left me sitting there saying “What?†I may have missed something, but they explained nothing to me, left me hanging, and that isn’t a good ending. I mentioned this to Lyn and she said that she’d had that complaint a few times with her submissions, thatwhen that happened it usually came from the writer knowing what was going on, and now and again forgetting to make it plain for the reader. Her take on the story was that the main character was being tried in limbo on his way to Hell. I thought that was possible although not certain, but I still didn’t like the vague ending. Considering the anthology itself, this had an excellent cover with good suitable artwork and graphics. It was a nicely presented book and well put-together. A handful of typos/errors, bought instead of ‘bout for example, but even the big publishers don’t entirely eliminate those. And as always I liked seeing short bios for those involved. A good anthology.
DOG DAYS by John Levitt
published ACE, November 2007, paperback. Reviewed by Lyn McConchie.
I picked up the second and fourth books in this series on a recommendation. I liked them so much that I left a comment on the author’s site and with great generosity, he sent me the first and third in the series. I’m told that the series, if not definitely dropped, is certainly on hiatus and I’m sorry about that. It’s excellent work, I’ve really enoyed the books to date and I’d planned to keep buying them. It makes me sad to think that after only four books, the series may have ended.
The characters are interesting. There’s Mason, magic-user, musician, previously an enforcer making those who misuse their talents change their minds about doing that, and currently mostly broke. Like all good magic practitioners Mason has a sidekick, in this case something that looks like a Black and Tan Manchester (Terrior) but isn’t. Louie is an Ifrit and has abilities – some of which are not always apparent. There’s Victor, originally Mason’s employer and determined to police those who prefer the dark side, and Eli, older, Mason’s mentor, and rather a nice guy. Musicians, other magic-users, and many people that are neither wander in and out – and most survive.
One thing becomes clear quite early on in the book. Mason’s ability to improvise musically, matches his ability to do that magically. I found the tie between music and magic attractive and believable as well. (No, I have NO musical talent, but I love many forms of music and regret my lack of ability.) I also liked that the author didn’t feel the need to go into massive info. dumps of how all that worked, he trusted me to pick it up from hints and clues as I read, and to take some on faith. (If I’m reading a book with a Christian background, I don’t need another book’s worth of information on the Christian religion crammed in, in terminally boring ten-page-at-a-time expositions and I can’t see why some readers seem to want that.)
Attacks on him begin as Mason finds that someone seems intent on either seeing how good his magical abilities are or just plain getting him out of the way. A man needs friends at his back, so Mason takes his troubles to Eli, and Victor, (well, not exactly a friend in Victor’s case,) and things escalate as Mason discovers that he isn’t the only one who is being attacked. So far there’s been one death, but there’s nothing to say events will stop with one. Mason, Eli and Victor need to unravel the growing danger that looks likely to affect the entire magical community if it’s left to continue, since another magic-user is stealing power from those who have it, and they seem to have decided that Mason may be a bump in their road to that. If he can’t work out who’s responsible fairly quickly, friends may die.
I found Dog Days a read that grabbed me, hauled me in, and kept me glued to the pages until I’d finished. In fact the first book that I read from this series had me up until very late one night since I wasn’t prepared to quit until I’d finished reading. The characters are good, you recognize them as people, in fact minus the magic I could name a couple of people I know who are very like Eli and Victor…and Mason, come to think of it. The background is fully realized and with just sufficient odd corners to it that the potential of both the mundane world and the magic overlap are fun, often unexpected, and now and then scary. I understand that the author is working on a YA book that may have Mason and Louie as secondary characters and that’ll be better than nothing so I’m watching out for it. Sigh. I just wish that there’s been more than the four books in this series before it broke off. And that maybe, one day soon, it’ll resume too and I can get more of Mason and Louie to read at the times when I’m not writing. because they’re a very good read.
HAVE YOU OVERLOOKED – PHYLLIS EISENSTEIN?
Born in Chicago in 1946, Phyllis Eisenstein has lived there for most of her life and is an author of SF/F short stories and novels. She attended the University of Chicago during the 1960s, then returned to study and achieved a degree in anthropology from the University of Illinios in 1981. For those who may be further interested she is on Facebook. Mrs. Eisenstein has had a long career, her first SF/F work appeared in the 1970s and her last work, a novella, appeared in 2007. Over the years I have read most of the lady’s work, and liked everything I read as a ‘read once’ .But only one book has remained firmly in my permanent library to be read and re-read over and over again. This is Sorcerer’s Son, which I purchased at the time the book appeared in 1979. The work is a simple quest story on the face of it but it moves into something more, a consideration of slavery, the need to find family roots, and the inevitable loss parents suffer when a child grows up and leaves home. In one way or another the book spoke to many readers and reading it again, I do not see that it’s lost any of its appeal since publication over thirty years ago.
Sorcerer’s Son begins with the rejection of the sorcerer Smada Rezhyk the Demonmaste’s proposal of marriage, by Delivev Ormoru, sorceress of Castle Spinweb. Rezhyk is a rampant paranoid, he immediately assumes that if the lady doesn’t want to marry him it’s because she secretly hates him and is plotting his destruction. There’s no logical basis for his assumption, but Eisenstein makes his ranting and suspicion very believable. Rezhyk summons his favorite demon, Gildrum, who reminds him that a sorceress who is pregnant is diminished in power, giving Rezhyk time to take precautions against any attack she might make. Gildrum, bearing Rezhyk’s seed and in the guise of a handsome wounded young knight (Mellor) seduces Delivev, impregnates her and departs with an acceptable excuse. Rezhyk has assumed that Delivev will rid herself of the child once she realizes, but instead and unbeknown to Master and enslaved demon, she raises, and loves her son deeply and it is not until Cray is around fourteen that they discover the boy’s existence.
Rezhyk promptly becomes far more paranoid, assuming again that this is some deeply laid plot to destroy him using his son and ignoring the fact that Delivev has no knowledge that Rezhyk is the actual father rather than the young knight she loved.
Meanwhile Cray has determined to become a knight like his father and sest out on a quest to discover what happened to the man and why he never returned as he promised. Along the way he makes a good friend, and the demon Gildrum, having become very humanized over the years, and having genuinely loved Delivev, and come to love Cray as his son, watches over Cray’s journeying. Each discovery Cray makes leads him to worse conclusions about his father until he finds he is up against a brick wall and that only becoming a demonmaster and forcing a powerful demon to tell him the truth will answer his question. So he goes to the only demonmaster he knows, Rezhyk, and asks to be an apprentice. Naturally Rezhyk leaps to the conclusion that this is just the final step in a long plan by Delivev to destroy him. Where the story goes from there is logical and emotionally believable and wound the book up in a satisfying conclusion. I recommend the work to lovers of good fantasy and to adoptees with whom it will resonate.
Published works
Series –
Tales of Alaric the Minstrel
1. Born to Exile (1977)
2. In the Red Lord’s Reach (1989)
Series Novels (The Book of Elementals)
1. Sorcerer’s Son (1979) (free download if you look for it)
2. The Crystal Palace (1988)
The Book of Elementals (omnibus) (2002)
3. The City in Stone (2004)
Stand-Alone Novels
Shadow of Earth (1979)
In the Hands of Glory (1981)
Novella
Walker Between the Worlds (2007)
Collections
Night Lives: Nine Stories of the Dark Fantastic (2003) (with Alex Eisenstein)
Anthologies containing stories by Phyllis Eisenstein
The Year’s Best Fantasy Stories 4 (1978)
Best Science Fiction Stories of the Year 1978 (1979)
Shadows 5 (1982)
New Eves: Science Fiction About the Extraordinary Women of Today and Tomorrow (1994)
Short stories
“Attachment” (1975) Nebula (nominee)
“The Land of Sorrow” (1977)
“Lost and Found” (1978)
“In the Western Tradition” (1981) Nebula (nominee) Hugo (nominee)
“Dark Wings” (1982)
“Nightlife” (1982) Hugo (nominee)
“Subworld” (1983)
“Sense of Duty” (1985)
“The Island in the Lake” (1999) Nebula (nominee)
Let the Re-Cataloguing Begin.
Moan! In some ways, finally getting all my professional writing sorted into categories – Books, Stories, Articles and Poems- listed chronologically on files and uploaded to my website is going to be a horrendous amount of work. I’ll be doing some of it but the majority, about three-quarters, will be done by a friend. (Thank heaven for friends…) But a start has been made which (if I manage it) will be uploaded next. This portion adds stories that have appeared in anthologies since 2009 and up to date. It doesn’t include stories that have appeared in magazines or elsewhere. I have ‘author copies’ of anthologies shelved seperately so we were able to do those quickly and easily last week.
The next step – sorting out other stories since 2009, putting them in chronological order, and then typing them into the file – is going to take far far longer, because those ones are mixed in with all the other things that contain articles and poems. And, while I rarely sold anything to plain websites that produce nothing in hard copy, I have here and there, and now must double check my own scattered records to make sure that those writings too are included so far as possible. It occurred to me again yesterday as I typed the stories from anthologies up to date, that over the next few months I am going to spend a lot of time wishing I’d done it as I went along. Sigh. Be warned, if you’re a writer – keep your records up to date. The cost of not doing that is steep, in time, money – and irritated regrets.
And They Arrived
28 April 2012
Two sheep, Jethro and Elly Mae, spotted, one girl, one boy, delivered and not sure they wanted to be here, but they are. Yes. the expected duo turned up last weekend and have settled in quite well. Originally they were in with the other sheep but my friend’s ram (Basil) took exception to Jethro, and rather than have strife – because Basil won’t be here forever – I moved the incomers to a different paddock, where they currently wander in sheep-knee-high grass. Once Basil goes they can join the main flock. They’re a very friendly pair who like the hen house(in that paddock) in which to siesta now and again – something that doesn’t appear to worry the hens, fortunately. So flock numbers have gone up by two, which may also mean that in spring the numbers will take a real upward leap in the natural course of events as well. Nothing like a paddock full of spotted lambs bouncing in the sunshine…