While not well-versed in the tropes of the post-millennial YA renaissance, I do love me a plucky heroine, and PA makes it clear right in the pithy-perWhile not well-versed in the tropes of the post-millennial YA renaissance, I do love me a plucky heroine, and PA makes it clear right in the pithy-perfect title that, oh yes, there will be pluck. And, as an added bonus, romance and magic--the other two legs of the stool that pretty much all transcendent storytelling has rested on since--well, since the days of Arthur.
Not to mention that PA herself manages to pluck (yes, that is while they call it plucky) such a timeworn tale from the depths of an ancient well I had long given up for dry in the recent craze of twice-tellings. Given that the YA authors have already scattered from the cornucopia to the mediocre security of the fringes like so many Hunger Games tributes, the fact that Ardis comes back to claim the very center of the arena can only mean that she's either crazy, or that she knows Her Aim Is True. Fortunately for us, it's the latter.
Now where was I? Ah yes: pluck, romance, and magic. These being the essential ingredients (and I being an obsessive reductionist engineer), I'll review them each in turn. The pluck, of course, belongs to our protagonist Ryan DuLac, who, far from channeling Guinevere, is a feminized fusion of Lancelot and Arthur. Clearly an acolyte of Tamora Pierce and Robin McKinley, PA effortlessly transports the reader into DuLac's shoes as they dance down the peril-laden path of Heroinism. 5 stars.
As for romance, yes, we've got the standard-issue YA love triangle here, but the true test of skill is whether you can get the readers to fall for the new love after they've already fallen for the old. Not only does PA accomplish this, she does it so slyly you don't even notice until it's too late. I only regret that the inevitable showdown had to wait for the second book. 4 stars.
And lastly, magic. Obviously if you're going to put the word Merlin in the title you're making a promise to deliver the goods, ya know? (And, of course, you have to get out from under the shadow of ol' HP.) Ardis employs a light spellbook, as it were, and those craving Martin-, Jordan-, or Tolkien-esque levels of mythology (read: 12 year old boys) must quench their thirst elsewhere. In the cuisine of YA romance, magic is served as a sauce, not a main dish. You want the flavorful spells to complement and enrich the meat of the story, rather than smother it in pyrotechnic arcana. At least, you do when you have a juicy hunk of antihero like Vane at the center--but now I've said too much. 4 stars.
So, does this all add up to something that gives you that unmistakable feeling of reader's afterglow? Well, as is the fashion these days, PA is going to leave us on the edge of a cliff, and therefore so must I. But don't worry about me, Priya--I was raised on Wheel of Time, so I know a thing or two about patience. ...more
And now I will attempt to explain in one sentence, without irony and without riddle, what Finnegans Wake is, in fact, about. (Note that I did not sayAnd now I will attempt to explain in one sentence, without irony and without riddle, what Finnegans Wake is, in fact, about. (Note that I did not say without shamelessly projecting my own neuroses onto the Protean text--this is, after all, the most interpretable book in all of Christendom):
The upturnpikepointandpremise of Finnegans Wake is that the timeless and irrepressible qualities of the human spirit are the delimiters of an Eternal Now which, filled with the myriad crescendos and decrescendos of individual lifetimes, functions like a http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shepard_... , deceiving the human observer of History into mislinearizing both past (the long descent from our legendary ancestors to a dowdy present) and future (the unstoppable march of progress).
In the second act you put them into the worst possible position they could ever get into in their lives,"In the first act, you introduce everybody.
In the second act you put them into the worst possible position they could ever get into in their lives, a black hole from which they can never get out.
And in the third act they get out."
-- George Lucas
It is a truth universally acknowledged that The Empire Strikes Back was the best movie of the Star Wars trilogy (the question of whether it is the best of all 6 I shall not dignify with a response). And it is only slightly less well-known that this greatness is due to the fact that there is no time wasted on hellos or goodbyes--it's all creamy middle.
And while I can't speak for the conclusion of the My Merlin saga, let alone for a prequel set in Camelot (fingers crossed), My Merlin Awakening certainly bears all the hallmarks of a tour-de-force second act:
Plot thickening rapidly with back-story? Check. A vastly expanded tableau of exotic and mysterious locales? Check. Hunky heroes encased in carbonite and/or tempted to the dark side? Check (well, technically not carbonite, but you get the idea). Our heroine's indomitable spirit lighting a path through a twisted and cruel labyrinth more populated with monsters than men? Check.
Yes, make no mistake about it, this is a bloody book, downright unsettling in places, and it may be a while before you once again picture mermaids as cute sea creatures with Calypso-playing crab sidekicks. However, if I had to pick a favorite part (in either of the 2 books thus far), it would have to be the scene in the House of the Seven Gables (yes, the one from that book your teacher made you read sophomore year). It's an ideal set piece, breezily and beautifully executed, and a fitting homage to the Gothic genre which, let us not forget, was originally inspired by "combining elements of the medieval romance, which was deemed too fanciful, and the modern novel, which was considered to be too confined to strict realism"--if that doesn't describe Arthurian YA, I don't know what does....more