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The Return of Plot Advancement

Four years after the publication of the last book in the Wheel of Time series, the latest installment was released to much apprehension by the devoted followers of the books. The creator of the series, Robert Jordan, died in September of 2007 with his final book in the series still in the midst of the process. It was assumed by many that another author would be selected to continue the series and that perhaps was the cause of the concern. How could someone come in for what was essentially the last act of the play and finish the story? Anyone that has read the series can see that Jordan must have had massive quantities of notes for the story arc going back to the release of the original book in 1992. Despite the evidence of a superstructure for the story the individual treatment of themes, characters and side plots still left much room for disaster. Add to this the dis-satisfaction that many readers had begun to feel somewhere around book six, that the plot had slowed to a trickle, that many of the characters (female in particular) were flat and unchanging, the overly descriptive passages that were beautiful to read but did little to advance the plot, all of these things pointed to a possible implosion of the series with the new writer taking over the helm.

Thankfully this did not happen. Brandon Sanderson was the person selected by Jordan’s widow to take on this potential landmine. In his comments at the beginning of the book he provides his thoughts on the process, using an example of having a new director take over the filming of your favorite movie 3/4 of the way through the film. The viewpoint may change slightly but the characters and plot line are still the same. In my opinion he managed to do this quite well.

My wife picked up the book for me on Monday of last week. I was in the process of reading the first book in the series which is the only one I don’t own currently, my copy broke into pieces after reading it for the fourth time. As she predicted I ended up diving into the new book with abandon and left the first to sit waiting to be returned to the library. I began reading in earnest on Thanksgiving day and I finished it on Saturday night before I fell asleep.

I must admit that many of the issues that people would point out as flaws in the series (see above) were issues I could claim to agree with. I was certainly tired of the female characters showing little to no growth, the constant similar physical descriptions of them (if one more woman smooths her skirts I swear I will through the book away) in particular. Those happily are gone. Yes, there is still some knuckling of mustaches but for the most part the text of The Gathering Storm is dedicated to the story and advancing it instead of describing it. Reading this book felt more like watching an action movie instead of a soap opera. In order to prevent people from seeing things they haven’t read yet I won’t go into plot specifics. I will say that it was a huge plus to see plot lines resolve themselves quickly and with much impact. Sanderson wrote with the release of this book that he is currently fifty percent complete the next book. I think we might actually see this series resolve itself, which was in doubt by many.

Fatal Revenant

Fatal Revenant is the most recent effort of Stephen R. Donaldson and part of a series that stretches back over thirty years, to the late 1970s. My father turned me onto these books originally and I was very surprised to see Donaldson revisiting this series. Donaldson is a writer that takes some getting used to. His writing has spawned web sites like Stephen R. Donaldson Broke My Dictionary. It would be impossible to pick this book up and jump right into the story, anyone interested in reading this series should begin at the very beginning. Be patient, the first 100 or so pages are difficult to get through but the premise for the series is set there and it is all worthwhile.

If you are one of the rare people that actually sits and reads, take a chance on this series. It’s worth the effort.

A long and Winding Road

A few weeks ago I finished Robert Jordan’s latest work: Knife of Dreams and for the first time in a long time I put the book down thinking that something actually happened for a change. Jordan built a solid reputation with solid storytelling in his first 3-4 books in the series. Reported to originally be a trilogy, it has now exploded into 11 books with the 12th supposedly to be the conclusion.

This book has several plot lines move forward rather quickly and very few if any new ones started. It certainly seems that he is attempting to wrap this thing up soon. Some of the issues that have bothered me in the past 7 or so books remain.

His female characters still tend to be rather flat with no real changes exhibited over the course of the story. They still ‘smooth their skirts, tug on their braids and straighten their shawls’ way too much. His naming convention is horrible. Several female characters have names that are so similar I think their own mothers would confuse them. He still gets lost describing a scene instead of focusing on the story at hand.

Despite this the book is a good read and for anyone that has slogged through all 10 books you will find it a comfort to see some cliffhangers resolved and others apparently nearing resolution as well. After reading the book I believe he may actually finish the series before he dies.

Finished

Last weekend I completed Dreamer of Dune and put it down with mixed feelings. While I will give it high marks for Brian Herbert’s brutal honesty regarding his early relationship with his father it falls short in the one area that I believe many people purchased the book in the first place. Considering how much time the two spent together, going as far as collaborating together on a book, providing more insight into his father’s creative writing process should have been possible.

I was impressed with the overall growth in their father-son relationship. I imagine that many people (men in particular) that read this book will find themselves feeling a twinge of regret when comparing their own relationships with parents and or children when compared to the Herbert family. Frank Herbert is described as a person that could not relate to children. Despite the virtual enforced estrangement Frank created via his child rearing methods, he and Brian managed to reconcile and create a lasting relationship that lasted until his death.

The key to their friendship I imagine was their common interest in writing. This common thread tied the two of them together in the same way season tickets to a sporting event or a love of movies binds others.

How do people that are so different, so unalike, manage a bond like that?

New Compass Heading

I have reached the point in Dreamer of Dune where Bev Herbert, wife and business partner of Frank dies. After a protracted battle against the complications of primitive chemotherapy for lung cancer, she dies in the company of her husband, insisting that her children not be present to avoid the whole ‘Death Bed Scene’. This led to some thoughts regarding death.

Death is a known aspect of everyone’s life. What is unknown is the ‘when’ of death. Being a fairly morbid person I harbored an overindulgent fear of death until recently. As a teenager and young adult I would lie in bed at night and worry over my death. The fact that I would pass and life would go on was a greater fear for me than the fear of the unknown beyond death. I have come to grips with the fear of the unknown as I am now rather certain of the reality of what comes with death. I have also come to realize that no amount of worrying or sadness will eliminate all of the things I will miss when I die. This may sound strange but I have always feared what I will miss more than what is to come when death finds me.

Reading about Beverly Herbert’s death has made me think about the ‘when’ part of death in a new light. She knew she was going to die, she may not have had it timed to the minute but she knew the range of months she had. She used this knowledge to plan for the future she would not see. She instructed her son (the author of the biography) on the workings of her and Frank’s business. She set in motion a plan to ensure that her husband would be near family once she was gone. She took the time to make a lasting impression on those around her.

When she died the fact that everyone knew it was coming did not seem to lessen the grief of the family. Her plans could not surmount grief. Her son wrote that his fear of flying kept him from seeing her despite her pleas for him to stay away. I imagine that to this day he regrets not being able to see her one more time.

What does this say for those of us that do not know the ‘when’ or for that matter the ‘what’ that is to come? Are we to spend our time planning for unforeseen circumstances? I’m beginning to think for the first time that less knowledge may be better than full in some cases.

Two weeks ago, just as I drifted off to sleep a feeling overwhelmed me. I realized that for the first time in quite some time that I was happy. Being who I am I began to analyze. Thankfully I fell asleep.

The next day at work I mentioned to a co-worker that I was happy. He asked why and I responded that I didn’t have a clue why. He quickly told me not to think of the why – to just enjoy it. I have enjoyed it – this subtle change in my emotional compass remains.

And I’m not questioning the ‘why’ of it. Just enjoying the ride is enough for now. Happiness in blissful ignorance? Maybe.

Growing up Herbert

I received Dreamer of Dune for Christmas and I am currently 1/3 of the way through the book. While it has not provided much insight into the actual mechanics of Herbert’s Universe it has surprised me with the intimate portrait of a family. Reading about the development of a father son relationship while not expected is interesting all the same.

Brian Herbert’s (Frank’s oldest son) descriptions of his childhood place him in the world of a highly creative man that strives to create a world of strict almost military style discipline in order to release his creative spirit. His emotions regarding the harsh rules he lived under are easily seen in his words. What I found remarkable is that after describing a childhood in which Frank Herbert is given freedom to wander hundreds of miles from home due to his parent’s alcoholism based neglect that Herbert almost becomes the negative image of his mother and father. I had to laugh when Brian describes the lie detector that his father would frequently threaten to use on him. I instantly thought of Meet the Parents.

While reading the original Dune series I was struck by the feeling of an immense universe that was created by Herbert. I appreciated a series that focused on a small sliver of time, affected by a fog shrouded past with an uncertain future. I was disappointed by the prequels written by Brian. I found them clearing up far too much of the fog that was put in place by Frank without creating further fog in the past. I would hesitate to recommend the prequels for this reason.

I have found the Dune series to be some of the best Sci-Fi I have ever read. The only series that compares to it in my opinion is the Foundation series by Asimov. Herbert addresses many issues including the impact of man upon the environment, the role of religion and the actions of the masses of humanity when presented with a savior. It takes time to read and almost demands multiple reads. I highly recommend it. At this point I would only recommend ‘Dreamer of Dune’ to people interested in reading about family relationships.

The Battle of Corrin

I am now a little over fifty percent through what is supposed to be the last book in the Dune pre-quells written by a team consisting of the son of the original author/creator and another author. While none of the books has lived up to the expectations of the original this one is at the least interesting and has a fast pace. This is also the first in this series to actually surprise me not once, but twice. If you have read the Dune series and never read these, you are not missing much. If like me you have nothing else to read at the moment it helps pass the time.

For the past two years I’ve tried to jump back and forth between a serious work of literature and a fantasy/sci-fi work. I’m really searching for some new reading material at this point. I’m thinking that I should look to some non-fiction books from the past 10 years or so for new material. Problem is, I don’t know where to start. Any ideas/suggestions would be appreciated.

Pre-Dune

I find myself, like many other people I’m sure, reading the latest Dune novel more for completeness than anything else.

The original books, written by the late Frank Herbert are among the greatest science-fiction I have ever read. Only Asimov and his Foundation series equal it. A study in religion/environment/politics along with an interesting take on prescience.

What sets the original Dune series apart from other books is the ‘mid-stream’ approach that Herbert takes with his characters and plot lines. The reader is left with much information just out of view. This lack of information only makes the universe he creates more believable. Reading the current series has done much to dispel this effect.

I don’t regret reading them; they won’t tarnish my view of the originals. I’m viewing them as one of those ‘other authors takes on familiar characters’ kind of books. Besides, much of the information in these books is taken from the extensive notes that Herbert kept regarding his creation.

The Jungle – 18 years later

I was first made aware of Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle in my 11th grade high school history class. The teacher was covering the period of US history during which muckrakers affected public opinion of big business and the political machines that allowed them to operate freely in the US.

A great deal of focus in class was placed on Sinclair’s work. Portions of the book which outlined the horrendous work conditions were read in detail. Many people have compared present days Fast Food Nation I won’t go into the detailed description of unsanitary/unsafe work conditions here. At the time I thought about picking up the book on my own and never did.

Flash forward to 2 years ago. I had recently decided to begin purchasing classic works of literature to read between feeding my habit for Sci-Fi and Fantasy novels. My plan was to read one work of classic literature for every ‘fun’ book I read. I’ve managed to stick to this pretty closely. Since then I’ve managed to read a great deal of Hemingway, Steinbeck, Orwell, Tolstoy and others. For this reason I picked up a copy of The Jungle about 11 months ago.

The book itself is an easy read with main characters that can be identified with by anyone. The first third of the book explores the relative ignorance that many immigrants entered into the US with during this period. Fleeing depressed situations in Europe, the US was viewed as a true land of milk and honey.

Initially the main local employer (a meat packing plant) snatches up these people and provide them with jobs and steady income. Flush with cash and a seemingly endless supply of work (described as very hard and dangerous to boot) they begin to make grand plans. With much apprehension a house is purchased.

Things quickly begin to slide in the wrong direction as several members of the extended family get sick and winter sets in. Sinclair soon has his characters clinging to life, barely making the payments on the property as they attempt to survive on one income. They quickly find out that the financing for their home was not explained to them completely and they are close to defaulting on their loan.

Then the inevitable happens, the main earner is injured. The fall to the bottom is quick at this point with dissolution of the family completely – our hero cast off by the very employer that injured him by forcing him to work in unsafe conditions.

These conditions are described in vivid detail. There is no safe place to work in Packertown, every position if fraught with risks. Not only are the risks to the workers outlined, the risks to the public are as well. Unsanitary food handling practices are described in gory detail. Many people point to this book as the reason for the passage of the first nationwide food safety legislation. Sinclair spends time pointing out again and again just how disposable people are considered by the powers that be. Few people in positions of power display compassion of any kind towards the working class.

In my opinion this is a good point where the book could have ended. Of course, this expose was not the end of Sinclair’s message. He has more to say. Unfortunately Sinclair seems bent on pushing his poor character to varying levels of destitution by moving him from one dead end job to the next. The story leaves the land of believability and I found my connection with the character broken. All I could think of was where was he going to go next. Frankly, I would have killed my self long before the end of the book had I been Jurga, the main character.

Just when I was ready to put the book down, a little more than 2/3 complete, Sinclair gets where he truly wanted to go. The books ultimate message is that of social change. The social change Sinclair was looking for was Socialism. The remainder of the book is merely a primer on Socialism and all of the benefits associated with it. I’m sure this part of the book is what Sinclair really intended his overall message to be. The tone of the book changes so much at this point it is almost laughable. If he had done a better job integrating this portion of the book I might have enjoyed it more. By the end, Jurga is merely a way to nod along with the ‘speeches’ that Sinclair is pushing on his readers.

Ultimately I would recommend reading this book. Despite the fact that it does not end up where I expected it to I enjoyed it. It provides a rather vivid description of working conditions in the early 20th century. Unintentionally Sinclair manages to provide today’s readers with an unabashed ‘rose-colored glasses’ look at Socialism as well. This is an interesting, fresh look at a political/social outlook that has not fared well in recent history.

I’ve slayed the beast!

If you look to the right you will see that after months of pushing a prodding, I’ve managed to finish War and Peace. Last night I groaned my way through the last 15 pages of the epilog. As I put the book down for the last time I wondered why I had bothered to read the epilog and shuddered realizing I had not read the introduction at all.

After many months I can say this about the actual book; it is a good read. Despite the overall length I would not accuse Tolstoy of over embellishment or dead end plot lines. At no point did I feel like he was taking me somewhere unnecessary. While I did not form an emotional attachment to any of the characters in particular (like I have with many Steinbeck and Dickens characters), I did enjoy the growth of characters and some of the expected and unexpected plot twists.

The epilog was ponderous but did raise an interesting point with regards to what Power (in a political sense) is and how history relates the actual reasons for the events.

When I was two thirds of the way through the book I would have sworn I would never read the book again. Now that I have finished it I can see myself picking it up again in 10 years to refresh my perspective of the work.

I’m without a book to read right now so I have placed The Jungle in place of War and Peace mainly because I am so sick of seeing that book cover. I did read The Jungle during a short break from War and Peace and I want to post some thoughts about that book as well. Maybe tomorrow I will do just that.