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bibliomaniac, on February 28th, 2010

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Description: Toby Daye — a half-human, half-fae changeling — has been an outsider from birth. After getting burned by both sides of her heritage, Toby has denied the fae world, retreating to a “normal” life. Unfortunately for her, the Faerie world had other ideas…
Now her liege, the Duke of the Shadowed Hills, has asked Toby to go to the Country of Tamed Lightening to make sure all is well with his niece, Countess January O’Leary. It seems like a simple enough assignment — until Toby discovers that someone has begun murdering people close to January, and that if the killer isn’t stopped, January may be the next victim.
This review is based on a free review copy received from the publisher/author.
The Bibliomaniac’s Review:     
I consider myself fairly lucky recently, in that I’ve had a long run of good books—some relatively so, and some by any standards that anyone alive could set—to enjoy of late. Being a pessimist (or realist, some might say) at heart, I keep waiting to get a truly awful book that’ll break that good run and make me hold my nose and make gagging noises and call up all my friends to make fun of it and write nasty comments on the author’s blog and finally recycle the pages to line my cats’ litter boxes with.
But it looks like I’m going to have to keep waiting, because I couldn’t find a thing about A Local Habitation to dislike or kvetch about.
I first met Toby Daye in the pages of Rosemary and Rue, the first book in the ongoing saga that bears the protagonist’s name. My review of that book can be found here at The Discriminating Fangirl, a few entries back, for those who are so inclined.
A Local Habitation picks up six months after the end of Rosemary and Rue, with Toby actually getting to kick back and enjoy herself for a change. The book opens with Toby escorting a couple of her friends to the train station. This seemingly-simple task is complicated by the fact that Toby and her friends are all blind drunk after a night of club-hopping. After she sees her friends off, Toby contemplates getting a cab to take her home and decides to walk, instead. Not very far along the way there, she runs into Tybalt, the King of Cats and leader of the local Cait Sidhe.
I want to pause here for a moment and say: Yum.
(I admit it: I’m an unabashed Tybalt fan, and I’m not the only one. I was very, very pleased to learn that there was more of him in this book to enjoy.)
Tybalt helps Toby to get home, a fact he’ll never let her live down (of course), and the next morning, Toby gets a visit from Sylvester Torquill, Duke of San Francisco and Toby’s liege lord, asking her to carry out a small service for him that leads into the main plot of the novel.
I’m not going to outline the novel here and give it all away. What I will say is that there are very few novels I look forward to with as much glee as I do each new Toby Daye novel—no small feat, when the series is less than a year old and comprises just two books so far. (I expect the same will become true of the Newsflesh trilogy—McGuire’s zombie apocalypse trilogy written under the pen name Mira Grant—when it hits the shelves.) The only other authors whose new works I await with such expectation are Stephen King and Neil Gaiman, which puts McGuire—IMO—in damned fine company.
I could gush for several pages about McGuire’s writing skills—and did, in the Rosemary and Rue review—but today, I’ll content myself with a single observation that leaves me particularly gleeful. McGuire has a deft hand at characterization, especially as regards differentiating dialogue between characters. There’s many a writer whose heroine or hero speaks pretty much the same as their villain of the deepest dye, and there are fewer authorial flaws guaranteed to make me throw the book against the nearest wall in outrage. That Toby speaks with a style different from Tybalt—and different from Duke Sylvester, or Quentin, her young associate, or April, the strangest druid this side of an oak forest—makes me want to send McGuire several boxes of Halloween-themed cupcakes via next-day FedEx in gratitude.
To be fair, I admit to being a sucker for all things Fae. This doesn’t mean that any book set in Faerie or with Fae characters gets a free pass from me; on the contrary, it means I hold them to a much higher standard. Not once does the writing here rely on stereotypes, clichés, or lazy plotting, putting her in the company of such writers as Melissa Marr, Holly Black, and yes, Neil Gaiman. I predict that, before very much more time passes, McGuire will be known as well as any of them.
September—the month that An Artificial Night, the next book in the Toby Daye series, is released—looks like an awful long time away.
But it’ll be worth the wait.
The Bibliomaniac
Ye olde author (emphasis on the OLD) likes the weird and the strange, which explains most of her friends. Married, with two daughters, she has earned a B.A. in Literature and a B.S. in Criminal Justice. Her interests include reading and writing (of course!), gardening, poetry, comic books, herbalism, chocolate, tea, mythology and fairy tales, comparative theology and alternative religions, Celtic and darkwave music, role-playing games and LARPing, horror movies, hiking and camping, SF conventions, and the martial arts. She lives with her husband, her younger daughter, five cats, a dog, and a houseful of gargoyles somewhere east of Chicago. She can be contacted at BrigidsBlest @ yahoo.com.
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bibliomaniac, on February 25th, 2010

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Description: In the Boston neighborhood known as the Weird, a decapitated body floats out of the sewer, and former Guild investigator Connor Grey uncovers a conspiracy that may bring down the city’s most powerful elite. As the violence escalates, Connor is determined to stop it-with help from one of the most dangerous beings of Faerie. Even if it means unleashing the darkness that burns within him.
This review is based on a free, review copy received from the publisher/author.
The Bibliomaniac’s Review:     
I frequently annoy the hell out of my husband when we watch a movie together. Usually, by the time the movie is halfway over – and sometimes by as little as a third or a quarter of the way through – I’ll turn to him and say something along the lines of, “If I had written this movie—“ and then proceed to detail plot twists leading up to the ending.
About three times out of four, I’m right. It irks him to have me see the ending coming so far in advance, and lately he bemoans the dearth of original plotting in new movies. (It’s even worse with remakes, sequels, and prequels, since there’s hardly ever any originality involved with those to begin with.)
But we don’t read books together; reading is much harder an activity to share than sitting and watching the same movie together. This, as far as he’s concerned, is probably a good thing, because I can guess the outcome of a book’s plot even more often than I can with movies.
Mark del Franco is one of the better new writers to appear on the urban fantasy scene over the last few years. Although the English major in me is perennially annoyed with what it insists is his misuse of the word “druid” in the Connor Grey series (a druid, my English major side insists, was one of the priesthood of the ancient Irish, British, and other Celtic human races, not a species of Fey), Mr. del Franco’s writing and plotting remain consistently impervious to guessing the outcome.
(I recognize the right of authors to redefine certain commonly-known terms for the purpose of their stories. This is especially important in works of fantasy and science fiction, where the main focus of the story is about discovery and exploration of the unknown. The English major part of my brain is just a traditionalist.)
Unperfect Souls continues this trend. I had thought, after reading the last book in this series, Unfallen Dead, that Mr. del Franco’s work had gotten as good as it could get; I was that impressed with the book.
Although I wasn’t able to guess the ending of Unperfect Souls any more than I had been able to do so with the previous books in the series, I was wrong in this respect. Unperfect Souls is better than Unfallen Dead. It is more tightly plotted, with enough labyrinthine twists and turns for a minotaur; the characterization is as steady and engaging as ever, showing us new sides to characters like Eorla Kruge and Leo Murdock; and the same vibrant, intense description that makes the Weird live and breathe and reek on each page.
At the end of Unfallen Dead, it seemed that TirNaNog had been destroyed, and the Dead who had dwelled there set free to make their way in the mortal, living world again. Connor Grey had run across old foe Bergin Vize in the battle leading up to the destruction of TirNaNog, and he had uncovered a new side of his abilities—and those of the dark mass within his mind. In Unperfect Souls, during the course of his investigation into deaths among both the Solitary Fae and the Dead, Grey discovers a chilling revelation into the nature of the black mass in his head, encounters someone who knows just what that mass is and what it does. More chilling still is that this person’s knowledge indicates what he might be becoming. Connor also learns something about someone from his past that, in the end, sheds light on one of the maddening mysteries he has dealt with for years.
If there is any flaw in Unperfect Souls, it is in some of the frustration I feel in dealing with Connor’s imperfect memory. Granted, amnesia caused by the trauma to the brain such as he has suffered is hardly unusual, and Mr. del Franco portrays it realistically and consistently. Still, it’s sometimes exasperating to think, as you’re reading, that you’re about to find out something monumental about Connor’s past, only to have it disappear in a flash of mental vacuity. It’s a plot element that can only be used so many times before readers begin to weary of it. Some of Connor’s past was revealed in Unperfect Souls, and I’m hoping that we’ll find out still more of it in books to come.
In the end, Unperfect Souls ties up many–but not all–of the loose threads from Unfallen Dead quite neatly and satisfyingly, although it leaves enough still dangling to tantalizingly lead to what I hope will be the next Connor Grey book. If Mr. del Franco’s writing continues to improve with each book, I’m going to run out of stars to award him (a fate worse than death, no doubt). I can’t recommend this one enough.
The Bibliomaniac
Ye olde author (emphasis on the OLD) likes the weird and the strange, which explains most of her friends. Married, with two daughters, she has earned a B.A. in Literature and a B.S. in Criminal Justice. Her interests include reading and writing (of course!), gardening, poetry, comic books, herbalism, chocolate, tea, mythology and fairy tales, comparative theology and alternative religions, Celtic and darkwave music, role-playing games and LARPing, horror movies, hiking and camping, SF conventions, and the martial arts. She lives with her husband, her younger daughter, five cats, a dog, and a houseful of gargoyles somewhere east of Chicago. She can be contacted at BrigidsBlest @ yahoo.com.
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bibliomaniac, on February 8th, 2010

Mansfield Park and Mummies, by Jane Austen and Vera Nazarian
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Description: Monster Mayhem, Matrimony, Ancient Curses, True Love, and Other Dire Delights
Spinsterhood or Mummification!
Ancient Egypt infiltrates Regency England in this elegant, hilarious, witty, insane, and unexpectedly romantic monster parody of Jane Austen’s classic novel.
Our gentle yet indomitable heroine Fanny Price must hold steadfast not only against the seductive charms of Henry Crawford but also an Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh!
Meanwhile, the indubitably handsome and kind hero Edmund attempts Exorcisms… Miss Crawford vamps out… Aunt Norris channels her inner werewolf… The Mummy-mesmerized Lady Bertram collects Egyptian artifacts…
There can be no doubt that Mansfield Park has become a battleground for the forces of Ancient Evil and Regency True Love!
Gentle Reader — this Delightful Edition includes Scholarly Footnotes and Appendices.
This review is based on a free, review copy received from the publisher/author.
The Bibliomaniac’s Review:     
I admit to coming into this novel as a virgin, in a way. I’ve never read the original Mansfield Park; the only Jane Austen book I’ve read was Pride and Prejudice, and that was for a college English class (and I didn’t care for it much; Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre were more my style). And although I own both Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, and Sense and Sensibilities and Sea Monsters, I haven’t gotten around to reading either of them yet. So I had no preconceptions when I read this, only a general idea of what it was about.
The new material added here is amazing; Nazarian has matched her writing style to Austen’s so precisely that, if I had not known this book was one of the more recent collaborations between the long-dead author and a living co-author, I would have thought I had stumbled across a detour from the usual comedies of manners that Austen was known for – a detour that led straight into the Twilight Zone. The joining of old and new prose is all the more seamless for the time period and setting. England was indeed going through an Egyptology craze at the time Mansfield Park takes as its background, and nobles and moneyed mercantile families alike were buying up every bit of Egyptian antiquity they could get their hands on, including vaguely Egyptian-looking forgeries.
The humor here is not the pratfalls and pie-in-the-face type; instead, it tends toward sly irreverence in the classic British style. Think Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Red Dwarf. For example, you might find vampires and werewolves in any urban fantasy, and while mummies are a bit less common, where else are you likely to find a demon duck? There are plenty of authorial footnotes in the book, too, all written with a dry, wry tone that makes it hard to keep from laughing. It’s probably not a good idea to try reading this book while drinking anything; you wouldn’t want to get the pages wet. (Or your keyboard, if you’re reading this as an e-book).
If this book has a flaw, it would have to be its length, which is substantial. To be fair, this is not a flaw for all readers. Many readers prefer a long story to savor and enjoy, as is evident by the number of fans of J. K. Rowling and Stephen King. However, Mansfield Park and Mummies contains within its 555 pages not only the entirety of the original Austen novel, but all the additional material for the sub-plot; nothing comes across as extraneous, and nowhere does the story lag.
In a market that is about to be glutted with a flood of similar collaborations (a prequel to P&P&Z, a version of Huckleberry Finn with zombies, a version of War of the Worlds with zombies, and yet another version of Pride and Prejudice, this one with Darcy as a vampire), Mansfield Park and Mummies stands out far and above the competitors—not just head and shoulders above, but so far above the others that it might as well be wearing stilts. Ignore the latecomer wannabes and pick up Manfield Park and Mummies instead. You won’t be sorry you did.
The Bibliomaniac
Ye olde author (emphasis on the OLD) likes the weird and the strange, which explains most of her friends. Married, with two daughters, she has earned a B.A. in Literature and a B.S. in Criminal Justice. Her interests include reading and writing (of course!), gardening, poetry, comic books, herbalism, chocolate, tea, mythology and fairy tales, comparative theology and alternative religions, Celtic and darkwave music, role-playing games and LARPing, horror movies, hiking and camping, SF conventions, and the martial arts. She lives with her husband, her younger daughter, five cats, a dog, and a houseful of gargoyles somewhere east of Chicago. She can be contacted at BrigidsBlest @ yahoo.com.
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bibliomaniac, on February 7th, 2010

Rosemary and Rue, by Seanan McGuire
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Description: October “Toby” Daye, a changeling who is half human and half fae, has been an outsider from birth. After getting burned by both sides of her heritage, Toby has denied the Faerie world, retreating to a “normal” life. Unfortunately for her, the Faerie world has other ideas…
The murder of Countess Evening Winterrose pulls Toby back into the fae world. Unable to resist Evening’s dying curse, which binds her to investigate, Toby must resume her former position as knight errant and renew old alliances. As she steps back into fae society, dealing with a cast of characters not entirely good or evil, she realizes that more than her own life will be forfeited if she cannot find Evening’s killer.
This review is based on a copy I bought myself.
The Bibliomaniac’’s Review:   
I’d been waiting for this book for quite a while.
It was worth the wait.
October “Toby” Daye is a changeling, born of a fae mother and a human father. Ripped from a mostly normal human world as a child, she grew up in the courts of Faerie, learning to use her weak magic to its best advantage, eventually being knighted for her services to her liege.
The book begins with a failure; not only does she not solve the case she was working on, she does so in what’s almost the most catastrophic way possible, and loses fourteen years of her life in the process.
Fast-forward to now: Toby has turned her back on the fae world, or is trying to, but it keeps trying to pull her back. When her mentor and friend is murdered, and lays a curse on Toby that she must solve the murder, she knows she must return to the intrigue, magic, and danger of her past…or die.
I read a lot of books, and enjoy most of them. This one makes me wish I’d written it, and I can’t give a higher compliment than that. McGuire’s grasp of dialogue is realistic, with different quirks of speech for each different character; I’ve read a number of books lately where everyone talked exactly alike, so much so that each exchange could have been stamped out with a cookie cutter. The description here is lush and decadent, vividly describing both the mundane setting of San Francisco and the otherworldly vistas of the faerie realm. The action sequences and plot twists were fast-paced and kept my heart pounding. The mixture of noir detective story elements (reminiscent of the best work of Raymond Chandler or Dashiell Hammett) with the urban fantasy setting makes Rosemary and Rue stand out from the crowd of other urban fantasies.
I’ll be buying multiple copies of this book to hand out to all my friends who read fantasy…and a few who don’t.
The sequel to this book, A Local Habitation, comes out in March 2010, and the third book in the series, An Artificial Night, comes out in September 2010. Those dates are much, much too far away, and I’d really like to petition the publisher to move them up a bit. I think I MIGHT be able to wait until Christmas, but not a moment longer. (To be honest, I know the publisher won’t listen to me. That’s almost acceptable, given that I know there are at least three more books waiting in the wings after that. I want this series to go on forever.)
I can say without any hyperbole that this is the best book I read in 2009. Not everyone, looking at a list of all the books I read in 2009, might agree with me, but that’s okay; everyone’s entitled to their opinion.
Ms. McGuire needs to take good care of her health. While she’s not my bitch, I can say without the slightest trace of restraint or shame that I want her to continue writing books I can enjoy for a long, long time.
The Bibliomaniac
Ye olde author (emphasis on the OLD) likes the weird and the strange, which explains most of her friends. Married, with two daughters, she has earned a B.A. in Literature and a B.S. in Criminal Justice. Her interests include reading and writing (of course!), gardening, poetry, comic books, herbalism, chocolate, tea, mythology and fairy tales, comparative theology and alternative religions, Celtic and darkwave music, role-playing games and LARPing, horror movies, hiking and camping, SF conventions, and the martial arts. She lives with her husband, her younger daughter, five cats, a dog, and a houseful of gargoyles somewhere east of Chicago. She can be contacted at BrigidsBlest @ yahoo.com.
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bibliomaniac, on January 10th, 2010

Interfictions 2: An Anthology of Interstitial Writing edited by Delia Sherman & Christopher Barzak
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Description: Delving deeper into the genre-spanning territory explored in Interfictions, the Interstitial Arts Foundation’s first groundbreaking anthology, Interfictions 2 showcases twenty-one original and innovative writers. It includes contributions from authors from six countries, including the United States, Poland, Norway, Australia, France, and Great Britain.
Newcomers such as Alaya Dawn Johnson, Theodora Goss, and Alan DeNiro rub shoulders with established visionaries such as Jeffrey Ford (The Drowned Life), Brian Francis Slattery (Liberation), Nin Andrews (The Book of Orgasms), and M. Rickert (Map of Dreams). Also featured are works by Will Ludwigsen, Cecil Castellucci, Ray Vukcevich, Carlos Hernandez, Lavie Tidhar, Elizabeth Ziemska, Peter M. Ball, Camilla Bruce, Amelia Beamer, William Alexander, Shira Lipkin, Lionel Davoust, Stephanie Shaw, and David J. Schwartz.
Colleen Mondor, of the well-known blog Chasing Ray, interviews the editors for the afterword.
Henry Jenkins, ex-director of MIT’s Comparative Media Studies program and now a member of USC’s Annenberg School for Communication and School of Cinematic Arts, provides a fantastic introduction sure to set readers’ imaginations alight.
Interfictions 2 is here and ready to be read, discussed, taught, blogged, taken apart, and re-interpreted.
Delia Sherman was born in Tokyo, Japan, and brought up in New York City. She earned a PhD in Renaissance Studies at Brown University and taught at Boston University and Northeastern University. She is the author of the novels Through a Brazen Mirror, The Porcelain Dove, Changeling, and The Magic Mirror of the Mermaid Queen. A co-founder of the Interstitial Arts Foundation, she lives in New York City.
Christopher Barzak is the author of the novels One for Sorrow and The Love We Share Without Knowing. His stories have appeared in Nerve.com, Pindeldyboz, Strange Horizons, Descant, and the first volume of Interfictions. He teaches writing at Youngstown State University.
This review is based on a free review copy received from the publisher.
The Bibliomaniac’s Review: See below.
From the introduction by Henry Jenkins:
“1. I do not belong in this book.
2. The contributors also do not belong.
3. You, like Groucho Marx, wouldn’t want to belong even if you could. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have picked up this book in the first place.”
Carrying that theme one step further, I must admit that I don’t belong, either—although not in the way that the writers and editors of Interfictions 2 intended, I suspect. Never having encountered interstitial writing before, I leaped at the chance to see what it was all about. Having finished reading the book, it’s clear to me that I’m not the type of reader that this book was meant for. I like my stories to fit into neat little categories—or, at the least, to follow standard rules of storytelling.
Interfictions 2, like its predecessor, takes pride in showcasing stories that don’t fit in neatly-defined categories. Neither SF nor fantasy, detective story nor ghost story, belonging to no clearly-established genre, most of the stories in this collection defy explanation. Not only do they step outside of the boundaries of genre, but many of the stories eschew the standard rules of narrative and framework, as well, employing unorthodox formats and styles to convey the stories being told.
That said, I can’t give this book a standard rating of ‘five stars’ or ‘three stars’ or ‘no stars’. As is true of every collection, some of the stories in Interfictions 2 worked better than others for me. I very much enjoyed Will Ludwigsen’s “Remembrance is Something Like a House”, “L’Ile Close” by Lionel Davoust, and Carlos Hernandez’ “The Assimilated Cuban’s Guide to Quantum Santeria”; likewise “Black Dog: A Biography” by Peter M. Ball, “Valentines” by Shira Lipkin, “The Score” by Alaya Dawn Johnson, “Count Poniatowski and the Beautiful Chicken” by Elizabeth Ziemska, and “The 121”, by David J. Schwarz. Theodora Goss’ story “Child-Empress of Mars” was also fairly entertaining, hearkening back to the pulps of Edgar Rice Burroughs (as it was intended to, according to the author’s afterword). “The Long and Short of Long-Term Memory” by Cecil Castellucci and “Berry Moon: Laments of a Muse”, by Camilla Bruce, were interesting, if ultimately—to me—unsuccessful attempts at clearly conveying the stories they were trying to tell.
But most of the other stories left me feeling unmoved, or irritated, or just confused. The harder it was for me to follow a story, the more likely I was to give up on it before reaching the end, which is—I think—the exact opposite of what the author hopes to achieve. If a reader can’t, or won’t, finish the story, then the author has failed at telling it. It’s worth noting that the stories I enjoyed most were the ones that most closely adhered to standard narrative forms (although most of them could not be pinned to one genre or another quite so easily, which I don’t appear to object to as much).
I’m aware that this collection has garnered a fairly substantial amount of enthusiastic and positive word of mouth, in the form of reviews and other kudos (for example, the book has been selected as one of the best books of the year in SF by Amazon.com). This only further indicates to me that I’m not this book’s intended target reader. It’d not only be counterproductive and time-consuming to give a separate review to each story, it’d be unfair. I can’t remember where I originally ran across the aphorism “In matters of taste, every man is a king,” but it applies here. This is not a bad book; no part of it is slapdash, clichéd, trite, poorly edited or written, clunky, or boring. It’s simply—mostly—not to my taste, and has received much better reviews at the hands of those readers for whom it was clearly intended.
That said, I did appreciate the chance to read Interfictions 2, and look at the experience as a chance to broaden my horizons. For me, it appears that interstitial writing is an acquired taste, one gained bit by bit over many encounters, which would make this my first taste of what will hopefully be a new delight to come.
The Bibliomaniac
Ye olde author (emphasis on the OLD) likes the weird and the strange, which explains most of her friends. Married, with two daughters, she has earned a B.A. in Literature and a B.S. in Criminal Justice. Her interests include reading and writing (of course!), gardening, poetry, comic books, herbalism, chocolate, tea, mythology and fairy tales, comparative theology and alternative religions, Celtic and darkwave music, role-playing games and LARPing, horror movies, hiking and camping, SF conventions, and the martial arts. She lives with her husband, her younger daughter, five cats, a dog, and a houseful of gargoyles somewhere east of Chicago. She can be contacted at BrigidsBlest @ yahoo.com.
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