Marisha Pessl - Special Topic in Calamity Physics

One of those glorious, wordy, coming-of-age books that is certainly in the same league as The Secret History and Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance as one of those ephemeral, seminal books that you will never forget.

This tome weighs in at approximately 700 pages; a veritable Lord of the Rings without the eccentric Oxford languages don at the helm. Each page, however, is an intellectual leap of fancy; the only apt term to describe this book would be "scatter-brained." It merrily vacuums up factoid after factoid, deposits it in the reader's arms, and leaves absolutely nothing to chance.

It is a novel of glowing erudition; tracing the sequence of events that lead Blue van Meer and her father, Gareth, to one of the nastiest book endings ever possible. On the way, deaths abound, not least that of one of Blue's muses; each death is surrounded by mysterious goings-on that could only be explained by the counterculture that is prevalent through the book.

As Blue follows her itinerant wanderer father round the known universe, gradually picking up the pieces of her life anew every time she moves to a new school, she inches, slowly, out of her shell; however, this time, she strays a little too far from her bubble.

Funny all the way, and with bits of needless, yet utterly intriguing, factoids constantly in your face, this book is one amazing tome that you will compulsively read, reread and reread; sometimes for the action, sometimes for the mystery, but on a whiplash day, the verbal diarrhea and acrobatics is enough for a fine distraction.

Another of those rare books I have to give an 11/10.

Book Review: The Lies of Locke Lamorra by Scott Lynch

Yes, I know I have been neglecting my duties so much that it's almost become a one-man show for Nicholas now. But in my defense 1) my course is heavy and 2) I read comics more these days. Sue me. But hey, I still read. Not as little as you think, though. I shall have nice reviews for Fell, Hard Boiled Wonderland, Outcast (from Chronicles of Ancient Darkness), Zoe Heller's Everything You Know and a good deal of others up during Easter.

But in the meantime, for those of you who read Fantasy, you guys just HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO READ THIS BOOK. It's recommended by George R.R. Martin? Y'know? That cool guy who did a Game of Thrones? Agh. Anyway, this novels falls under the 'Fantasy but we don't get caught up with dragons and one rings too much' category. Yeah, Fantasy can be pretty much summed up into three categories for me:

1)Magical hoo-hah all the way (LOTR, Terry Brooks, Eddings, all fall here)
2)Less magical hoo-hah, more political intrigue/plot events and drama (Game of Thrones, Robin Hobb's Farseers and Lamorra fall here)
3)Attempt (mostly, though sometimes successful) at a more deep, underlying meaning. HDM is pretty much the only thing I can put here.

So yeah, Lamorra falls under the 2nd category. It's about conmen, living in a Venice-like city called Camorr, which is divided by upper class nobles and commoners as most fantasy (And non-fantasy) places are. But the bandits here are their own people. Ruled by a Capa, the gangs own territories, all united under a common 'Secret Peace' which dictates that as long as the thieves don't touch what belongs to the nobles, the yellowjackets (city guards) don't go after them unless they get careless and caught in broad daylight.

Locke Lamorra is the 'garrista' (head) of his own gang of thieves. And while he holds fealty to the Capa and pretends to be another one of those common pickpocket gangs, in truth he is, as his mentor Chains puts it 'a fucking ballista bolt through the heart of the Secret Peace'. He goes purely after the nobles, constructing elaborate cons to take money from them. The nobles are usually too proud to admit themselves having being cheated, and even if they tried, they normally don't get a glimpse of his real face anyway.

And so they create a mythical figure, the 'Thorn of Camorr', who is supposedly a master thief who can walk through walls, is a master swordsman and is large and powerful. So everytime the nobles get hit, they blame 'The Thorn', to not make it seem so humiliating.

Of course, in real life, Locke is barely competent with a sword, and really, really can't walk through walls. All he has are wits, and a good band of people on his side. All specializing on different tasks.

The city of Camorr is richly described. Yet done in proper amounts bit by bit so as not to give you a geographic lecture. The city and the people who inhabit come alive, so do their cultures, traditions and Gods in the words of the book. The author's method of interweaving interludes to give us brief glimpses into Locke's past make the story richer, the main characters more endearing.

The first part of the book mostly shows us just how damn good Locke is. Then the second part turns it around almost immediately and you find out where the bulk of the story is. A man calling himself 'The Grey King' has been killing off garristas close to the Capa. Whoever the person is, he is definitely making for the throne of the Capa, and Locke gets involved in it when the Grey King hires him to act as him for one night, when the first open confrontation takes place. Well 'hires' is a strong word. He happens to have evidence of Locke's dealings, and so if Locke doesn't comply, the Capa would find out that someone hasn't been a nice little garrista and obeying the Secret Peace, and well, things would get complicated.

To me, one of the reasons why the book is so good is because of the wealthy amount of backstory. The forming of Locke's 'Gentleman Bastards' makes us close not to just Locke, but everyone else. The Sanza twins, who are for all intents and purposes, older versions of Fred and George. Jean Tannen, the brawler in the group who used to be the fat orphan of business running parents. And then there's the elusive Sabetha who never appears and speaks in the book. Not even in the flashbacks. She is mentioned a lot, however. Apparently something happened between her and Locke, and she's now thousands of miles away from Camorr. We never find out what happened to her exactly by the end of the book, but it's definitely something I'll be looking forward to in the sequel.

I give this book a healthy 8 out of 10.

David Mitchell - Number9Dream

Just in case you were wondering if anyone could be more Murakami than the man, here comes David Mitchell - a dyed-in-the-wool Englishman at that - to up the ante a little.

His debut work "Ghostwritten" made him a cause celebre amongst the, undoubtedly graying, postmodern literati; people were expecting a magnum opus as a followup.

Number9Dream, I reckon, will be a hard act to follow.

It is about the search of 19-year-old Eiji Miyake for his father, whom he has never met. Told in first person, it begins as a simple coming of age story; but soon, it traverses uncharted literary territory, juxtaposing Eiji Miyake’s actual journey toward identity and understanding with his imaginative journey.

Interleaving narrations are everywhere; a surrealistic tale featuring three anthropomorphic animals, a series of letters from people irrevocably tied to his past, a journal from his grandfather impersonating a friend, all seem to send the tale careering on tangents unbeknownst to anyone but the author, but finally, in the last few chapters, as it regains a semblance of regular narrative, we see each deux ex machina has served its purpose, albeit retrospectively.

Eiji, in his search for his father, does not just find himself the cliched way; he stumbles upon secrets about his family that, again, reinforce his perceptions that his early separation from his family was a godsend, as far as his sanity would have been concerned.

With a Yakuza gang subject to a coup d'etat by the femme fatale, a few impersonations of identity leading to permanent separations, and a good dollop of surreal language, Mitchell has beaten the master himself.

I give it an 11/10 and for good cause.