Invocation, Book I

by Jo Lindsay Walton

Three months before her eighteenth birthday, in a city shrouded in snow, everyone is on edge, strange happenings abound, and it's not just Myfanwy Morris's memory which may be about to betray her ...

Alison Croggon says:
"If JG Ballard had written an Enid Blyton girl's own adventure on Facebook under the influence of mind-altering drugs, he might have ended up with something like Invocation. Or maybe not. Jo L Walton's hallucinatory anti-fantasy fantasy is a kind of Harry Potter for the Contemporary Poet, a neurological black comedy, a Clockwork Orange for the 21st century, a satire in which contemporary Britain dissolves in the acids of the hyperreal, a paranoid critique, a nonsense that constantly threatens an ambush by alarming lucidity. Being like everything, it's not like anything else. 'Anything that is unlike anything else is sad,' says one of Walton's uncharacters. Maybe. But in this case, it's also perilously funny. Did I say it was gloriously written? Perhaps that's how Walton gets away with it. I'm awaiting the final instalment with pleasurable trepidation."

Genres: Science Fiction

90 pages, Kindle Edition

First published August 1, 2012