Aug 122014

Dark Knight ReturnsBack in 1987 (or so) the finnish translation of Frank Miller’s Dark Knight Returns was an unexpected return to the realm of superhero comics I had written off as childish pastimes the year before (the domestic edition of X-Men having started on not so good storylines following the dissolution of the Claremont/Byrne-duo). But sadly, like so many things in high school, this was a discovery made too late – by the time we found out about the awesomeness of the four issue series, the first three installment had been sold out. Borrowing them from friends with a better taste was no match to owning the whole.

Needless to say, the publisher didn’t do a re-run, and we settled for the next piece of goodness: Year One.

I finally picked up the Titan Comics edition a couple of years later, and what a feast it was. And still is. Year after year. Re-read after re-read.

This, alongside Watchmen turned an entire genre upside down, and they have not been improved on since. Which is more than a little sad, since both of them are closing in on thirty years already.

Frank Miller’s take on an aging Batman is a cruel but deftly drawn one. Gotham City has deteriorated, as has the rest of the world. A world quite well resembling our own (with a Ronald Reagan for the U.S. president) yet subtly different (the island republic of Corto Maltese whose crisis pulls the globe to brink of nuclear war).

The script is merciless, it combines classic characters with modern cruelty and throws in surgically aimed stabs at the american society.

An awesome graphic novel, that should be read by anybody with any interest in comics. Or a good story.

Aug 102014

MapheadI have a new literary hero!

Ken Jennings, the man who ran rings around Jeopardy! for months turned out to be a witty, informative and interesting author.

The subject matter, maps and geography, of his Maphead could have been a lethally boring detailed dive into a single niche or a shallow overview of the subject. Fortunately, it is neither.

The author covers the subject from multiple perspectives and injects enough personal experiences (and occasional verbal zingers) into the tales to keep the book consistently interesting.

The book begins with the maps and the state of geography as a school subject, but is soon routed to geocaching, countryspotters and other quite expected geography-related hobbies. A chapter devoted to imaginary countries around the midpoint is an unexpected detour.

Unlike Map Addict, an earlier foray into the heads of map enthusiasts, Maphead refrains from being snarky, is not opposed to electronic mapping aids and is overall a much more pleasant book to read.

Best non-fiction book in a long time, and a good reason to seek out Jennings’ other books, too.

Aug 102014

Vilpittömästi SinunSince I liked Parantaja so much, I gave a chance to another new finnish mystery author, too: Pekka Hiltunen’s Vilpittömästi Sinun (Cold Courage in english) is a decent book, too, but doesn’t reach the heights of the former.

I had a hard time getting to grips with the book. It starts off well in chick-lit mode, but does get significantly better as the plot thickens. At times the author even manages to press the suspense-button rather well, at others there’s long stretches of rambling dialogue that doesn’t really add anything to the whole.

While the protagonist is believable enough, the second main character exhibits quasi-supernatural properties which do not click well within the milieu of 2010s London.

There’s two main plotlines in the book, and while a lot of effort is expended on both, they both seem to overflow their bounds without intersecting at all.

Though a lot remains unexplained in the book, this is an independent work. Hence I was more than a bit surprised to hear that this is just a first volume in a series. I’ll keep an eye out for the second volume, too.

Aug 102014

Inside OutI’ve been a Pink Floyd fan since high school, but my Floyd-Fu has occasionally been embarrassingly low. Below the surface of the obvious (Waters/Gilmour fallout, Syd Barrett’s spiral out of the band) there’s a lot more to know, and Nick Mason’s Inside Out: A Personal History of Pink Floyd does a decent job in filling out plenty of gaps.

The book begins well before the band was founded (and subsequently named) and ends well after the band was finished (the Live 8 performance notwithstanding). Nick Mason, the drummer of Pink Floyd, covers the more than two decades’ worth of ups, downs and odd sideways movements, too. Despite the sometimes chilly interpersonal times in the band the history remains surprisingly cordial, and no-one gets called out on running the biggest progressive rock band aground. Then again, the lack of communication between members seems to be a chronic source of misunderstandings.

For such a visual band as Pink Floyd, the book certainly would have benefited from a vastly larger (and colored!) selection of pictures.

Inside Out is an interesting book, but unexpectedly boring at times. But that’s not a major sin. However, the book being devoid of stories behind the songs is one such – though as the author had very little to do with most of the lyrics, he understandably avoids putting words into others’ mouths.

Aug 032014

Ceti RevisitedI bought Risto Isomäki’s Ceti Revisited in Finncon last year, and was quite a bit mystified by the blurb: had the alarmist environmentalist truly been able to write a book about the dangers of communicating with extraterrestrial intelligences.

The initial steps were good indeed. Theory and history of the topic were more or less adequate, but before long the author jumped back onto his favorite hobby horses. He has used both methane clatrates and coastal nuclear power stations a lot in the past, and it turns out that this book is no exception. A sizable chunk of a book on communicating with distant stellar neighbours devolves into the well-trodden paths. Paths that have no new content since he last wallowed in them or any meaningful connection to the book itself.

Great premise utterly spoiled by the authors perennial mannerisms.

Aug 032014

in Other WordsChristopher J. Moore’s In Other Words is a beautiful sideswipe at the variability of languages and cultures.

A short cross-section of words and expressions from around the world that make language such a fun topic.

The selection ranges from seen this to way beyond eclectic, with plenty of interesting midway stops along the path.

A short nice read, and one that would really benefit from a consistently updated website that continues the work begun here.

(And yes, this is very much the same concept as Adam Jacot de Boinod’s Tingo, which is an exquisitely crafted book as well).

Jun 302014

Epitaph in RustEpitaph in Rust, the second novel by Tim Powers continues on the pulpy path plowed by the debut.

There’s plenty of similar things between the two early novels, but they are so different from each other that no-one could really blame the author for getting stuck in a groove.

Epitaph in Rust is an even-higher-concept novel than The Skies Discrowned – a post-apocalyptic but mostly functional L.A. where the mayor rules with the assistance of androids.

The protagonist gets dropped into the chaos of South California from a monastery, thus his exploration of the weirdness doesn’t feel totally artificial. The plotting is tight, and doesn’t sacrifice too many pages to exposition. Many things are just taken at face value, without explaining how they came to be or changed.

Epitaph in Rust is a rollicking ride, enjoyable and pleasantly short, with a couple of good passages and ideas hiding among the chaff. It is less of a boys own adventure novel than the debut, but a long stretch from the literary delicacies Powers has repeatedly offered in his later novels.

Apr 272014

Beggar's BanquetI picked Beggar’s Banquet, an Ian Rankin short story anthology off a sale, and used it as commuting book for a couple of days (as the length of the pieces is just optimal for a couple per ride).

The collection covers quite a stretch. Some of the stories are from the earliest stages of the author’s career, and appropriately rough, whereas others are far more polished.

About a third of the stories feature Rebus, Rankin’s headliner protagonist, and those stories tend to be on the better side of the watershed in the anthology.

There’s couple of highlights, but all in all the brief form doesn’t really suit Rankin’s style. The plots tend to be too simple to be really enjoyable. It’s no big surprise that the longest story, Death is not the End, is actually the best of the bunch.

At least one of the stories (Herbert in Motion) has been expanded to a full novel (Doors Open), but with plenty of subplots heaped on the main plotline.

And the titular Rolling Stones album does get a namecheck in one of the worst of the bunch.

Not really recommended except for Rankin completists.

Apr 272014

The Skies DiscrownedI’ve been a regular Tim Powers fanboy ever since a fateful Dave Langford review in White Dwarf pointed me towards Anubis Gates. I picked up a doubleheader of his early works ages ago, and finally read the two novels almost back-to-back.

The Skies Discrowned is Powers debut, and it’s both a beautifully simple science fiction adventure and a foreshadow of things to come.

The book is indeed a low-science adventure (almost a non-magic fantasy novel for much of its length), that establishes the milieu with a couple of effective paragraphs and then pumps the throttle. There’s plenty of swordplay, there’s an underground secret society, there’s maiming of the protagonist, there’s references to classic poetry, all themes that crop up in the author’s later works.

But there’s very little layering, no sequential plot-twisting big reveals – this is a simple adventure, not a serious to be dissected at length.

It’s a decent, brief ride, but by no means to get acquainted with the author.

Apr 272014

Republic of ThievesIt took Scott Lynch far longer to finish the third book in the Gentleman Bastard sequence than he planned, and the difficult gestation is occasionally visible in the released book.

Republic of Thieves took an extra four years to write according to the original schedule. But illness, divorce and depression tend to wreck the best-laid plans.

Republic of Thieves continues directly where the previous installment left off, with the protagonist leftally poisoned and their fortunes badly faded.

Desperation leads to an unhealthy employmemt, with the goal of rigging an election with subterfuge.

But this being a Locke Lamora-book, things are far from simple. The opposing crew mounts a counterattck at their electoral shenanigans. And the plot is run in two parallel timelines: one in the present, the other in the past. This time the result of the plotlines’ intersection is pretty much known from the beginning, which saps the power of the plot device considerably.

The world-building remains convincing, the characters head and shoulders above their fantasy brethren and the plot is an interesting change from the more straight-laced thievery in the previous novels.

Nonetheless, the book is quite uneven – at times it feels forced and stretched out, long sequences give the impression of being nothing but fillers.

And while the introduction of a Destiny for Locke doesn’t need retroactive continuity (having been left vague in the opening, anyway), it brings the book a few nudges closer to standard fantasy. Which may be a bad thing or not, the theme is a minor one in this book, so the jury is still out.

All in all I was pleased with the book. Its arrival cements that the author is not giving up, and despite the lulls in the plotting, there’s a lot of the old magic left. And obviously the finale of the book promises a lot more action in the next in the sequence.

Apr 072014

Minä Zlatan Ibrahimović

The second book I finished in 2014 was a far more entertaining read than the dour Sagan classic. Minä Zlatan Ibrahimović is the autobiography of one of the greatest contemporary footballers (and definitely the loudest one).

The first pages prove the Zlatan pulls no punches – he essentially reduces celebrated Barça legend to a clueless spectator, and doesn’t let down the attitude for the next few hundred.

After the news-threshold breaking introduction the book settles down to chronologically lay out Zlatan’s progress into the finest teams in Europe.

The story of a Rosengård kid could have gone wrong on so many axis – a broken family, a wild youth and semi-criminal interests could have so easily ended up in a tragedy.

But they did not. Zlatan struck lucky, and to prove how much it means, the story of Tony Flygare provides a nice counterpoint. He missed one crucial penalty kick and essentially sank his career.

Zlatan’s career starts in Malmö and he hits big time first in Ajax. But keeps on moving from team to team, succeeding in all of them. Despite the constant heroics Zlatan comes off as a human, full of self-doubt, his own worst critic. A human with many faults and a superhuman skill in scoring goals and winning. The book describes far fewer feuds than expected. That is, feuds with other players. Journalists and managers get a broadside of abuse (which in most cases seems quite well-deserved).

From their days in Inter, Zlatan holds an odd fascination with Mourinho, possibly the case of two hard-headed individuals mutual respect for each other.

I hadn’t realized how many teams (and leagues) Zlatan had dominated, apart from the English Premier League he’s struck gold in all the majors.

Too bad Sweden is out of the 2014 games, as Zlatan’s career as #10 is unlikely to survive intact into the 2018 World Cup.

Man kan ta en kille från Rosengård
Men man kan inte ta Rosengård från en kille

Lagercrantz, the author, has succeeded where many would have failed.
The book is well-written, rapid paced and authentically sounding – probably a great book to attract boys to read more.

The attached video – the first video attachment in a book review in this blog – proves the audacity of Zlatan on the field, a casual demolition of England, where he scored all the four goals for Sweden, including this beauty:

Apr 062014

Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the DarkCarl Sagan’s Demon-Haunted World was hoisted upon me with the statement “you WILL like this”.

And I certainly did.

The book seemingly starts off as an intellectual scientific-method praising mega-debunko-rama, but that is a false impression.

Sagan doesn’t aggressively judge the people falling foul of hoaxes and pseudo-science, he sets off to educate the world to eliminate the possibility of such play. It’s more humane to say that healthy skepticism is the gist of understanding rather than attacking their entire belief system.

The array of the topics covered is large, and the chapters mostly short. Nonetheless, the author falls into a trap of repetition, not often and usually painlessly, but the book suffers a little as a result.

Demon-Haunted World is over ten years old, but its message is as pointful as it was when released. The rise of the internet and social media have proven much more effective vehicles for deception than disproving the deceivers.

His baloney detection kit is as necessary today as it was back when the book was written in the mid-nineties.

Apr 062014

Omertan LiittoOmertan Liitto, the annual Ilkka Remes techno-thriller embarks into a new direction with the familiar tools.

This time the plot concerns the murky origins of the European Union and the utterly unknown massive cash flows around the federation.

The plot itself borders on flimsy at times, whereas the characters have already crossed into the realms of implausibility.

Nonethelss, the book flows well, and mixed in with the chases is plenty of mostly unforced exposition on the fathers of the union in the fifties. Didn’t really check deep into the list of sources in the appendix, but it seems that there’s a lot that doesn’t withstand scrutiny or even daylight.

The author has been quite uneven lately. Some of the books are as tightly wound and imaginative as his first few novels, whereas others read as parodies of the genre and the authors’ mannerisms. Omertan Liitto is closer to the former, fortunately.

Apr 062014

Red Seas Under Red SkiesRed Seas Under Red Skies, the sequel to Lies of Locke Lamora, begins like the book everybody expected it to be, a quickly written cash-in copy of the original.

Initially the big con consumes the plot, but the book quickly turns to a far wider milieu, the open sea.

The protagonist duo are forced into piracy, and the buccaneering life takes up more than a half of the book.

That change, the education of the landlubbers, and the multiple kinds of complications rapidly reveal that Red Skies Under Red Skies is far from a carbon copy of the first Lamora novel. The city state of Tal Verrar is not as well realized as Camorr in the original, but that’s fair as a lot of the action occurs elsewhere.

As with the original, the best plans do not survive encounters with reality, but the planning and the resulting reactionary work is a wonder to read. Apart from the protagonists, most of the characters do not receive much development in the course of the five hundred pages, but they do not feel like cardboard cutouts. The narrative is again sliced into multiple intertwined plotlines, initially confusing, but converging to a satisfactoy conclusion towards the end.

The second book in the Gentlemen Bastards sequence is not as good as the first, but a very good heist novel nonetheless. After all, the debut was a hard act to follow.