By happy coincidence, my next two books in the #20BooksOfSummer challenge complement each other: one is a satire about an author who writes a fantasy trilogy, the other is the first book in a fantasy trilogy The Divine Cities.
14. Mal Peet: The Murdstone Trilogy, David Fickling Books, 2014.
It is easy to mock genre literature, and here we have an author predominantly known for his YA books mocking himself and others in his first (and last – he died shortly after the publication of this book) novel for adults. I had never heard of Mal Peet nor read any of his books, but he was a highly-regarded and award-winning writer and illustrator. He wrote books which might be described as sensitive, poignant, intricate YA literature, often with a football theme – the ‘Sensitive Dippy Boy genre’ – the very kind of books his protagonist Philip Murdstone writes but which no one seems to want to read anymore.
Philip’s very commercially-minded agent Minerva, whom he secretly loves but also fears, recommends that he write a fantasy series. ‘Or, to be more precise, High Fantasy. Sometimes spelled Phantasy, with a pee-aitch.’ Philip reels from shock, allergic as he is to anything resembling Tolkien and medieval sorcery; he feels obsolete and redundant. But just as he is about ready to give up, he has an encounter with Pocket Wellfair, a mischievous, foul-mouthed dwarf-like creature who tells him about his beautiful homeland The Realm ‘or, as we are supposed to call it nowadays, the bleddy Thraldom of Morl’ and how it was conquered by Morl. Philip is practically possessed by the spirit of Pocket and writes the first volume of an epic fantasy adventure which becomes a huge success and gives him all the high-profile TV appearances and book signings that he (and his agent) craved so much. However, how can he write the following two books in the trilogy, with or without Pocket’s help? He makes a Faustian pact with Pocket, and it all gets much more farcical and dramatic than he had ever expected.
Even as a very occasional reader of fantasy (I read my share of Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Dune, The Wizard of Earthsea and The Dark Is Rising as a child, but not read that much in this genre since), I could understand all the tropes the author is mocking, but of course the more you know about the genre, the more you are going to enjoy about the send-up. Because, let’s face it, there’s also an awful lot of dross being churned out in this genre (as in most others). The book is also a great satire of the publishing world, the process of publishing and marketing a book, authors’ anxiety about needing to connect with audience and build followers, prize-giving ceremonies and media appearances. It fizzes with energy and black humour, but it can’t quite sustain that sheer exuberance all the way to the end.
It reminded me in that respect of Sour Grapes by Dan Rhodes, which is a hilarious send-up of literary pretentiousness and publishing hypocrisy, but at some point you do wonder if the author has an axe to grind with others who are more successful than him. Philip tries to escape from it all by travelling incognito and joining a Buddhist monastery. I thought that those parts of the novel were less successful – there was something a little mean-spirited about the satire when it turned to the interaction between tourists and locals.
A Castaway rather than a Keeper. I enjoyed the first half of the book far more, but it didn’t quite live up to its promise.
15. Robert Jackson Bennett: City of Stairs, Quercus, 2015.
I am clearly not a regular fantasy reader, because the very thing about this book that has been extensively praised by other fantasy writers and readers – the intricate completeness of the worldbuilding – bored me initially and nearly made me abandon the novel, while the bits they thought weakest – the espionage, politics and police procedural elements – were what kept me going. On one point the critics and I did agree – that it is refreshing to have fresh points of reference other than medieval Europe, Nordic and Celtic traditions woven into the storytelling. Bulikov sounds Russian, while Saypur sounds like India of the Moghul Empire, and we have the oppressed now ruling their former oppressors via military force, which is bound to lead to sparks of resentment, assassination plots and conspiracies galore.
There are many interesting ideas being addressed in this book, although they do often appear as points of debate (even arguments) among the protagonists who come from very different societies. That’s why the dialogue sometimes has a bit of a declarative feel to it, but I suppose it’s better than endless exposition (which we do have on occasion).
The city of Bulikov was once the powerful and wealthy capital of the Continent, living under the protection of its deities and enslaving many other populations. But then their gods were annihilated by a Saypuri hero known as the Kaj, the city is left full of ruined buildings and staircases which lead nowhere. The new world order belongs to the military power of the previously enslaved Saypurs. A famous Saypuri historian is killed in Bulikov and special agent Shara Komayd is sent to investigate. However, Shara herself has a lot of knowledge and personal ties to Bulikov, and it appears that the historian was there not just for research purposes. Meanwhile, there are many internal conflicts within Bulikov itself. As one lead character, Vohannes Votrov, who is trying to help the Continent find a way out of poverty and violence, through perhaps somewhat shady means:
The Restorationists look to the past, Saypur wishes to maintain the present, but no one considers the future.
I am sorry. But I cannot help you.
No, you aren’t sorry. You are a representative of your country. And countries do not feel sorrow.
It’s an action-packed story with some interesting, quite enigmatic characters. I suppose one of my criticisms of recent fantasy novels I’ve tried is that the characters seem to represent types rather than have a satisfying developmental arc. There was some growth here and there, but quite minimal – although Shara feels betrayed by certain people, she had already developed a layer of cynicism and professionalism, finding refuge in her scholarly pursuits. Her interest in the Continent’s history and culture predates her appearance in Bulikov, although her mindset gets less rigid over the course of the book.
I could see Mal Peet attempting to satirise this one, but it steers clear of many of the most obvious hackneyed tropes of the genre, so he might have had a hard time poking fun at it. That’s why I enjoyed it quite a bit. It’s not a Keeper for me, but I’m sure many fantasy readers will get a lot out of it.