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Biblioholic Review: Ship Breaker

18 Jun

The B3 crew has read and reviewed some YA books recently, but one book kept coming to the top of the buzz worthy list, Ship Breaker by Paolo Bacigalupi. A post-apocalyptic tale of a young man, a bleak existence and possible salvation.

Ship Breaker kicks off in intensely claustrophobic fashion with our hero, Nailer, scurrying through the bowels of a long dead commercial vessel beached on the Gulf Coast shores.

As a reader familiar with the world of modern ship breaking (where giant commercials vessels are disassembled by hand in places like Pakistan and Bangladesh ) Ship Breaker’s  microcosm is instantly a sad setting. Bacigalupi however takes us deeper into a world devastated by natural disasters, further fractured by politics and economic tugs of war.

And yet for all the desperation and systemic poverty, this book strangely is not sad. It is grim, but more like the grim determination of humanity moving forward after disaster. The haves vs. the have nots. Humanity is reorganizing, re-purposing the wastes of the past while forging a new future.

Ship Breaker is a wrecked Industrial Revolution rebooted.

As far as characters, Nailer is a perfect lead, strong and young. His moral strength surpasses that of his wiry frame. Nailer’s morality was certainly not learned from his murderous, abusive father who appears like a shark at pivotal moments throughout Ship Breaker. Nailer’s real family are his fellow ship breakers, tough love born out of the instinct to survive. Life is a commodity while empathy is a luxury.

After nearly drowning in a pocket of oil in the guts of a ship, Nailer’s life takes one dramatic turn after another. A massive storm changes his course next, before pushing Nailer to a wrecked cutter that completely alters the trajectory of his life.

With the introduction of ‘Lucky Girl,’ the bejeweled sole survivor of the ‘swank’ cutter, Nailer’s moral compass is spun a last time. Scavenge the clipper, kill the girl or save her? The hardest decision of an already hard life.

Bacigalupi as futurist writes nuggets of details (especially about the sleek carbon-fiber hulled cutters) blending in accessible near future technology and scientific extrapolations. Bacigalupi’s most ambitious addition to this YA world are the “half-men,” genetically engineered serfs, slave and attack dogs, literally. These “augments” as they are also known, are genetic hybrids of man and animal.

This flooded world and genetic beasts of burden reminded us of Satoru Ozawa’s post-apocalyptic manga Blue #6 (adapted as anime in recent years.) In Ship Breaker a character favorite of this reader was a ‘half-man’ known as ‘Tool.’ Filling the role of a dog faced Queequeg, Tool is a vicious man with a strong sense of independence and knife edge morality.

The settings for Nailer’s adventures leap from the beach to the wrecked stagnant ponds that were once cities, to bustling commercial future- retropolis and eventually out to a strange future sea.

Ship Breakers is not deeply introspective, but that is the only thing missing and probably a by-product of the age-group it was written for. The action is frequent and on the edge of Pg-13, with the climactic battle gruesome and smartly foreshadowed. There is not a perfume whiff of romance between Nailer and Lucky Girl to slow the plot, so the story propels forward to its maelstrom climax.

At the end of the day, Ship Breaker might a Young Adult book, but its maturity and sense of adventure should appeal to readers regardless of age or gender.

Ship Breaker by Paolo Bacigalupi was purchased for review by the Boston Book Bums

Biblioholic Review: Whitechapel Gods

7 Jun

Whitechapel Gods by S.M. Peters can be succinctly called a steampunk Matrix. The story revolves around a London turned into a steam belching hell, where humanity is mutilated by a strange technology and a pair of gods seeking to expand their inhumane footprint.

Peters constructs a London that is walled up and on the brink of another war. The British Empire exists everywhere except this plot of land occupied by two mechanical gods. And rebelling against these cogged deities are a small band of servants of the Crown. Insurrectionists fighting the gods, Grandfather Clock and Mama Engine.

Peters starts Whitechapel Gods off with a bang. A solid door kicking, metal crunching open. For an old school adventure, that works perfectly. And what follows is a pretty well paced adventure story.We’re introduced to Boilermen, the unyielding mechanical henchmen; the gold and black cloaks, strange bi0-mechanical diseases, clockwork rats and other hellish steampunk cyborgs.

The suffocating, sulfurous, metal skinned Whitechapel is oppressively and impressively portrayed by Peters. The environment is easily the strongest element of Whitechapel Gods.

However, where it gets bogged down is in the blizzard of characters. Do you know the phrase,’ Jack of all trades- master of none?’ Well that applies to Peters collection of heroes, villains and disembodied demi-gods.

Unfortunately Whitechapel Gods begins to choke on its own coal stoked fog of characters. Whitechapel Gods effectively builds its world, but does not devote time to the characters which inhabit it. Cutting a handful of characters would have been advisable.

By far the strongest characters were Crown agent  Oliver Sumner and Bergen, a German gun-handler extraordinaire. The evil deputy of the gods, The Baron Hume, isn’t well defined and time spent with him is unrewarding. Yet the despot with grand apocalyptic dreams, John Scared, is nicely outlined and remains shadowy until the right moment.

The mechanical gods that turned London into the coal fire hell, Mama and Grandfather, are omnipresent and don’t require too much background.

And the device developed to “kill” a god is loosely articulated by Peters. A bit more on the device would have been interesting at least.

Peters imagination, ability to create a flesh and metal world is undisputed. However, the instinct to cloud the story with too many under-developed characters causes it to suffer. Also, the clipped internal monologues of dream like states or writhing emotions seemed forced or too Dan Brown-ish.

Essentially Whitechapel Gods borrows from the Matrix, unblinking elements of Tolkein’s Lord of the Rings, Orwellian dashes from 1984 and even Lovecraft-esque gods from-out-of-no-where.

Whitechapel Gods at the end of the day was a perfect Memorial Day weekend read. No heavy lifting and a traditional adventure narrative.  Whitechapel Gods, for its character failings, was a steampunk actioner that delivered what it set out to do.

Whitechapel Gods was purchased for our biblioholic enjoyment by the Boston Book Bums.

Covering a Passing: Frank Frazetta

11 May

Several years ago, a Boston Book Bum crewman had the absolute pleasure and honor to visit the Frank Frazetta Museum in Pennsylvania. We got to see the famous Death Dealer illustration in all its canvas and paint greatness, Conan’s menace and brood, along with dozens of other great pieces of Frazetta art.

It was the most amazing, accessible museum experience the Book Bums ever had. Easily, the main reason for the joyous experience came from the museum guide and utterly charming Ellie Frazetta, the great illustrator’s wife.

When Ellie passed in 2009 our hearts went out to her beloved husband. And now, we get news that the visual father to a generation of sword-and-sorcery artists has passed. Frank Frazetta truly redefined the look of scifi-fantasy for hundreds of artists and introduced many new readers to books whose covers were graced with his unique artistic style.

Frazetta’s career started in comic books, but eventually leaped into movie posters and album covers. Yet it is his image of the paperback heroes, of Conan, Tarzan and John Carter of Mars, that left an indelible impression of millions of readers. Seeing a Frazetta book cover as a young man is like a massive jolt of testosterone. Glimpses of the smooth and supple curves of Frazetta maidens surely stoked adolescent fantasies in more than one gentleman.

And guess what, when those teen or 20-something readers picked up the savagely seductive covers, they were then introduced to the great works of Robert E. Howard and Edgard Rice Burroughs, among others. Some ask, how important is a cover to the popularity or saleability of a book? In the case of Frazetta’s touch, I am sure it didn’t hurt one bit. And any way we can get people reading more, reading anything, we’ll take it!

Above all, Frazetta was a supremely gifted artist, a man who’s talents extended beyond sword-and-sandals. He saw the world in hard edges and soft curves. Monsters could be beautiful, men were savagely handsome and women seductively evil.

He possessed skills that made him more than a pulp artist. When Frazetta took brush in hand, it became a hefty weapon that would slay a thousand beasts and save an equal number of buxom maidens.

We’re not sure if there is a heaven, but if there is we suspect Mr. Frazetta has his saucy red-headed muse back on his arm and set up a really great space to paint.

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