Japan, being one of the few nations to have escaped the scourge of missionaries, has some odd ideas about Christianity, as will be apparent to anyoneJapan, being one of the few nations to have escaped the scourge of missionaries, has some odd ideas about Christianity, as will be apparent to anyone who's ever perused the country's popular fiction. As far as the Japanese are concerned, all Christians are Catholics, and Catholic priests and nuns basically the same as their Buddhist and Shinto equivalents. Priests with wives and children who fight demons are a common staple of manga and light novels.
By that standard, Raqiya is a highly accurate portrayal of Christianity. The author actually understands that protestants and Catholics are different, and even that there were other groups of Christianity with very different belief systems before Nicene Christianity wiped them out.
That's about the extent of the accuracy, however. This is a series where a secret army of gnostic commandos invade the Vatican, and parts of the US military mutiny because the government is controlled by Freemasons. (The President of the United States, by the way, is Ursula Leguin, and her Secretary of Defense is Greg Bear. Why? I have no idea!) In between a group of Catholic priests armed with machine guns try to capture a woman who is either the anti-Christ or the embodiment of a gnostic goddess, gnostics run around kidnapping virgins for magical orgies, Noah's Ark is discovered under Dubai and turns out to be a portal to the true Platonic universe. Oh, and there's some stuff with Area 51 and possibly aliens ... maybe?
Bill O'Reilly getting smacked down by a biblical scholar, can you imagine anything more fun?
Though a word of warning to any liberals out there, the biBill O'Reilly getting smacked down by a biblical scholar, can you imagine anything more fun?
Though a word of warning to any liberals out there, the biblical scholar in question is a conservative, and while it does give him a Nixon-in-China cover that wouldn't be available to, say, Bart Ehrman, Price tries to boost his street-cred by peppering the book with digs at President Obama and praise for O'Reilly as an interviewer. (Though ironically, since Price favors the high end estimates of when the Gospels were written, he's probably harsher on O'Reilly than Ehrman would have been.)...more
After the crapfest that was Mr. Mercedes, it's great to see King return to his roots with a pure horror novel. This feels much more like classic KingAfter the crapfest that was Mr. Mercedes, it's great to see King return to his roots with a pure horror novel. This feels much more like classic King than anything he's written in the last quarter century. Perhaps that's because large chunks of it are set in the '60s and '70s and so naturally share the same atmosphere as The Dead Zone and Christine, but then I didn't get this vibe from 11/22/63. No, what sets this book apart from his other recent works is that he doesn't dick around. This is a horror story. There are no Peyton Place subplots, no pointless Dark Tower tie-ins, no in-your-face pop culture references. In a less disciplined mood, King could've turned this into a thousand page epic (the story spans half a century), but instead he kept it spare, skipping over everything nonessential. Decades pass in a paragraph. The relationship between the hero and the villain is the heart of the story, so other characters wander in and out without requiring great honking chunks of backstory. Although this isn't a fast paced book, King keeps it on point the whole time.
That's not to say it's perfect. One defect that carries over from Mr. Mercedes is King's decision to give the protagonist, in his later years, a much younger love interest. There's even a brief colloquy justifying this turn of events as the narrator explains how, just as every teenager should have a beater for their first car, every young woman should have an older lover to teach her the ropes. Said love interest shuffles off screen after fulfilling her duty to the plot, and in a less ignominious way than what happened in Mr. Mercedes, but ultimately her role as the hero's lover is tacked on. She could have performed her function without needing to sleep with him. One can't help but feel that King is indulging his own fantasies here -- "Sure, I may be in my golden years, but that doesn't mean I'm out of the sexy time business." Which I wouldn't mind if the last two books didn't have the protagonist hooking up with a much younger woman instead of someone reasonably close to his age. If by some chance Tabitha King ever reads this -- next time he does this, go ahead and smack him.
The other problem is that King's prose is too lightweight to support a couple key moments in the book. The first is the opening passage, which very deliberately evokes those great opening monologues from Lovecraft's stories. But Lovecraft could get away with that because he brought gravitas to what the narrator was saying. King though, his style is too colloquial and steeped in modern idiom to carry it off. The second time King fails is at the moment of big revelation. The idea is wonderful, but the accompanying imagery is too much like a Rick Baker special effect. If Lovecraft had written this, it would have been terrifying. Clive Barker could carry it off easily. But King's vision of cosmic horror is too pedestrian. This doesn't completely derail the story thanks to what happens afterward, but if King had done two or three more drafts, ratcheting up the imagery, I feel this could have been a five star novel....more
Judging by the title alone, you might think this book is a general overview of ancient Middle Eastern flood myths, but actually it focuses on a singleJudging by the title alone, you might think this book is a general overview of ancient Middle Eastern flood myths, but actually it focuses on a single tablet the author translated, which contains a detailed description of the Ark's construction. Along the way you get a long history of cuneiform, Mesopotamian languages, and, briefly, a history of the Flood tradition and how it came to be part of Abrahamic mythology during the Babylonian Exile. If this sounds cool to you, you should read the book. Everyone else will find it dry and academic....more
Even though Boichi's only doing the art for this, I'm seeing the same problems here I had with Sun-ken Rock -- characters take a back seat to action,Even though Boichi's only doing the art for this, I'm seeing the same problems here I had with Sun-ken Rock -- characters take a back seat to action, motivation takes a back seat to action, logic takes a back seat to action, dialogue takes a back seat to action, etc., etc. -- with the added bonus of a badly mangled Japanese take on Christian mythology that manages to make The DaVinci Code look scholarly....more
This is really three books in one, and unfortunately all of them are flawed.
The first third is essentially a biography of L. Ron Hubbard(view spoiler)This is really three books in one, and unfortunately all of them are flawed.
The first third is essentially a biography of L. Ron Hubbard(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)], followed by a section on the development of the Church after his death(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)], and culminating in an account of the modern Church with special focus on Paul Haggis(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)]. And that's where the book really falls apart.
Haggis is a Hollywood script writer(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)] who started on hackneyed sitcoms and worked his way up to hackneyed TV dramas before graduating to hackneyed films where, in the tradition of Hollywood, he received an Oscar for writing a script that bravely expressed ideas that everyone agrees with(view spoiler)[Paul Haggis denies this. (hide spoiler)]. And during all this he was a Kool-Aid Drinking Scientologist. But then he found out the Church was against gay marriage(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)] and, having two gay daughters, he decided to quit the church. Soon after that Lawrence Wright wrote a profile and Haggis for the New Yorker(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)] which served as the seed for this book. But because the project began with Haggis, Wright isn't able to achieve any critical distance from him, and thus we're treated to constant assurances that Haggis just liked Scientology for the self-help aspect and didn't believe any of the really crazy stuff, and besides he's an intelligent person and we shouldn't hold the fact that he spent three decades in a crazy cult against him(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)]. And never mind that Haggis really isn't that big a player in the narrative except to the extent that Wright's profile made him one.
In fact, though the book spends a good deal of time talking about Church harassment of former members(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)], it's activities against non-member critics is hardly touched on at all(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)]. One of my first experiences with the Church was in high school when a friend's family had to change their number because of Scientology. They had nothing to do with the Church except that her dad had a business relationship with the guy who revealed Xenu to the world, and when they got a hold of his rolodex during discovery, they found my friend's home number in there and Church members began making harassing phone calls.(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)] I also remember when I first got online in the '90s, back when the Net was small enough that it was possible to read through all the results for a search query, people always munged "Scientology" (i.e., writing it as $c!3n+019y) because if you spelled it out and said anything negative, cultists would descend upon you in droves.(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)] The first time I wrote "Scientology" in plain text on Usenet, Gharlane of Eddore jumped all over me for it. But even though there are tons of stories like this out there(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)], Wright doesn't cover any of them(view spoiler)[The Church denies this. (hide spoiler)].
Rereading this book for the first time since high school, I'm struck by how full of himself Bugliosi is, turning a factual account of the Tate-LaBiancRereading this book for the first time since high school, I'm struck by how full of himself Bugliosi is, turning a factual account of the Tate-LaBianca murders into the story of how Vincent Bugliosi is the most awesome prosecutor ever for getting a conviction in the biggest trial ever despite the gross incompetence of the LAPD.
The version I first read was from the '70s and ended soon after all the trials were concluded, which meant that it missed out on things like Squeaky Fromme's attempt to assassinate Gerald Ford and the spectacle of Manson's parole hearings. This time through I listened to the Audible edition which contains an afterword from the twenty-fifth anniversary of the murders in which Bugliosi ponders on why the Manson family has remained so prominent in American culture when many other spectacular murders have faded to obscurity. What he doesn't consider is his own role in it -- in this book, Bugliosi aggrandizes Manson, portraying him as a mesmeric cult leader who sent his followers out to kill, like some hippie Blofeld or Moriarty. His purpose is clear -- by making Manson larger than life, he makes himself appear more impressive. His reports of conversations with Manson, wherein he tried to goad him into testifying in his own defense, come across like Kirk trying to talk a computer into destroying itself. Of course if you portray Manson as more than a psycho hillbilly who manipulated confused young women from abusive families into doing his bidding, you're going to crate a mystique around him that a Starkweather or Whitman lacks.
Why is Charles Manson so famous today, Vince? Because you made him sound so damn impressive....more
This book reads like a third-rate Charlie Stross wannabe writing a fourth-rate James Bond pastiche -- which is especially pathetic when you consider SThis book reads like a third-rate Charlie Stross wannabe writing a fourth-rate James Bond pastiche -- which is especially pathetic when you consider Stross is a third rate writer to begin with, which makes this a tenth rate book.
The protagonist is the worst sort of jut-jawed hero from the Jerry Ahern school of men's fiction -- competent and violent with no remorse or personality. The only thing unusual thing about her is that she's a woman -- but she's so bland that you wouldn't notice except for the occasional pronoun.
Still, she's practically a character from Flaubert compared to everyone else in the story. Her bosses in British intelligence talk like Captain Mandrake -- "Listen, Killarney, must dash. Pop around if you have some time" -- except where Sellers did it with irony, Tidhar seems to be serious.
But even that pales in comparison to the clichefest that erupts when we meet the villain. I'm sorry, Lavie, but making Josef Mengele your baddie doesn't mean you can trot out every mad scientist cliche in the book -- some of them so old that Sax Rohmer would've been embarrassed to use them. Mengele was evil; he wasn't a mustache-twirling villain who violated every commandment on the Evil Overlord List.
I should've just reread The Boys from Brazil, which has the decency to not be shit....more
A good, quick read, though misleadingly advertised. The cover makes it sound like a study of errors in the Bible, and it does indeed begin by pointingA good, quick read, though misleadingly advertised. The cover makes it sound like a study of errors in the Bible, and it does indeed begin by pointing out a place where the Gospels misquote the Torah, but the primary focus is a history of Biblical manuscripts and the study of errata therein. While Ehrman does highlight some of the goofs, they're mainly to illustrate the history of scholarship. It's interesting, but not exactly what I was looking for when I picked it up....more
The Apex Book of World SF is a mixed bag. It has a good variety of authors -- much better than the old The World Treasury of Science Fiction, which haThe Apex Book of World SF is a mixed bag. It has a good variety of authors -- much better than the old The World Treasury of Science Fiction, which had a heavy emphasis on Anglophone authors -- but many of the stories fall flat. However, the best stories -- The Bird Catcher, Wizard World, and Into the Night -- make up for the duds.
(Note: The ebook doesn't contain Compartments by Zoran Zivkovic)
S.P. Somtow - The Bird Catcher *****: A young boy in post-War Thailand befriends a serial killer. There's nothing SFnal about this story -- if anything, I'd compare it to Peter Straub's writing in the late '80s and early '90s, particularly Houses without Doors -- which makes it an odd choice to lead off the book, though the quality of Somtow's writing make up for that.
Jetse de Vries - Transcendence Express *: You ever have that experience after finishing an anthology where you look at the table of contents, and there's one story that you know you must've read, but you have absolutely no memory of it? This is it.
Guy Hasson - The Levantine Experiments ***: Evil scientists with undefined goals keep children isolated in featureless white rooms. One day one of the girls in the experiment notices a crack in the wall of her chamber, which both terrifies and fascinates her. Conceptually this is an interesting story, but the execution is flawed. The little girl is strangely uncurious before the crack appears -- supplies are delivered to her room while she sleeps, but she's never tried to find out where they come from. She doesn't even seem to've created a story to explain it. Why would a crack in the wall inspire her imagination, but not the rolls of toilet-paper?
Han Song - The Wheel of Samsara **: A more fantastical version of "The Nine Billion Names of God," but ultimately just as silly as the original.
Kaaron Warren - Ghost Jail *: In a dystopian Fiji (sadly lacking in sheep with water wings), a couple dissident reporters hole up in an abandoned village that's filled with ghosts. Warren does a horrible job with the world building -- the nature of the ghosts remains vague despite being important to the plot; the dystopian nature of Fiji is more assumed than shown -- all we get is government goons harassing the reporters, who are such jerks that it's hard to care (the protagonist has gone beyond agitating for change and started burning down houses).
Yang Ping - Wizard World *****: I think we have a new genre on our hands: stories about people who play MMORPGs. We have This Is Not a Game and Deep State by Walter Jon Williams, Slum Online by Hiroshi Sakurazaka, and this story. In Wizard World, Our Hero, a sysadmin for the titular game, is lured to what's supposed to be a really awesome custom level, but which appears to be a badly rendered implementation of Zork -- except the house is designed to be a virtual death-trap. Turns out there's a bug in the system -- it's possible to register a new profile in the name of a character who just died and gain access to that player's account. The window to do this is so small that the game designers decided it wasn't worth fixing, figuring it would never happen by chance and would be impossible to use in a malicious attack. They forgot the first rule of computer security: Never underestimate the tenacity of a hacker with too much time on his hands. Soon the hacker has Wizard World on the verge of shutdown, and millions of nerds cry out in agony at the thought of having to get up for something other than Cheetos and Mountain Dew.
This story is awesome. From a literary standpoint, it's not as good as The Bird Catcher or Into the Night, but it's by far my favorite story in the collection.
Dean Francis Alfar - L’Aquilone du Estrellas (The Kite of Stars) ***: A girl falls in love with a young astronomer, but he's so obsessed with the stars that he doesn't notice her, so she asks the greatest kite-maker in the city to build a kite that she can fly on. He tells her this is impossible, but when she insists he gives her a list of necessary parts. She then embarks on a quest that takes her half a century and around the world to complete.
I really enjoyed the style of this story, which is very reminiscent of S. Morganstern without the pomposity, however the plot eventually devolves into an itinerary -- she goes here to get that, and then there to get this, but than she loses that and has to backtrack.
Nir Yaniv - Cinderers ***: A very strange story about a schizoid pyromaniac.
Jamil Nasir - The Allah Stairs ***: A very good dark fantasy about a boy who escapes into a magical realm to get revenge on an abusive father. Has the feel of Victorian weird fiction, where two guys are walking down the street and they spot something weird that they don't fully comprehend.
Tunku Halim - Biggest Baddest Bomoh ***: A poor office schlub is in love with his boss's secretary, but she won't give him the time of day. After a co-worker tells him about a Bomoh -- a magician who can give him whatever he wants -- he sets out to get a geas placed on the secretary. The story starts out well, but is ruined by a Twilight Zone ending.
Aliette de Bodard - The Lost Xuyan Bride ***: An alternate history where China colonized North America in the early 15th Century and allied with the Aztecs to keep the Spanish out. Nevertheless, the United States exists and Richard Nixon is President (well, she doesn't go that far, and she does make the US much poorer than in our timeline). Our Hero in this story is an American PI who's set up shop in Xuyan (Chinese North America), and is hired to find a runaway bride. The case leads him to uncover shocking connections between the the wealthy and organized crime, ya-dee-ya-dee-ya-da. Decent enough mystery, the idea of the alternate universe is interesting, but I think the world building could be improved. In particular, I have a problem with the idea that in a world that diverged so significantly would still have a World Wide Web that uses domain.tld/file.htm addressing.
Kristin Mandigma - Excerpt from a Letter by a Social-realist Aswang **: This story is about the thing the story is about. If you understand the thing the story is about, you will probably like the story. Me? I don't get it.
Aleksandar Ziljak - An Evening In The City Coffehouse, With Lydia On My Mind ****: Meet Our Hero, a sleazy pornographer. But unlike sleazy pornographers today, Our Hero locates attractive women online and then inserts microscopic flying cameras into their homes without their knowledge. One day his cameras discover a prostitute who has sex with exotic aliens. When the aliens find out, they send goons to kill him and he has to take it on the lam. The first 9/10 of the story were great, but Ziljak ruins it with a deus ex machina at the end.
Anil Menon - Into the Night *****: This is the Singularity story I've always wanted to read, about an old man who doesn't understand the new technology that surrounds him, who is befuddled by all the people walking around in consensus reality and having conversations with the air. That old man, the Hindu equivalent of a fundy creationist, believes his biologist daughter has abandoned her heritage and worships a Western god called Evolution. When he tries to learn the new technology, he blunders around and, in an almost Mr. Magoo like misunderstanding, ends up doing the future equivalent of hooking up with someone on MySpace. This is far and away the best story in the book.
Melanie Fazi - Elegy **: After a woman's children disappear, she becomes convinced they've been eaten by a demonic tree. Yeah. This is one of those horror stories told in a stream of consciousness style that hints at the delusional mind of the narrator. It's told well enough, but ultimately she's rehashing Poe and Maupassant....more