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Reading Through the Bookcase: Artemis Fowl

My five Artemis Fowl books

I saved this till I had read all five of my Artemis Fowl books by Eoin Colfer. (Even though I detoured twice before I finished the lot.)

When the Harry Potter books were well underway, a few other books began to appear that seemed to be taking advantage of the YA desire for fantasy novels along similar lines: stories that involved older kids or younger teens from our own world who suddenly discovered that there was a magical dimension to the world that remained hidden from everyone else (especially adults). One of the main series that started in the midst of Pottermania was the Artemis Fowl series.

It’s about a wealthy, pre-teen genius boy who discovers that the denizens of the old Faerie world of the legends (primarily Irish) had really existed but had just moved underground to create a whole new society there, when they came into conflict with humans. Artemis, being a self-proclaimed criminal mastermind, calculates how to find this fairy world, reasoning that he should be able to trick that society into handing over the legendary “pot of gold” that has been talked about in so many tales and myths. He manages to capture Holly Short, an elf who is the first female captain of the Lower Elements Police Recon squad (LEP Recon. Leprecon. Get it?), and  demands a large amount of fairy gold as a ransom.

And so it all begins! In the five books I have (naturally I don’t have all eight; when do I ever have a complete set??), we watch Artemis get more and more human and, more importantly, humane. Even while he retains his deviousness, he comes to appreciate and even love the citizens of Haven City, below ground (including such characters as Foaly the technowizard centaur and Mulch Diggums, a member of the dwarf race who burrow underground in a most…interesting way). And most of all, Artemis appreciates that the existence of Haven City and all the fairy races must remain a secret from humanity, lest other humans try to exploit the magical races and end up destroying them. So the fairies and Artemis do a great deal for each other over several years, and Holly Short develops a lasting friendship with Artemis and his brilliant and worldly-wise bodyguard, Butler, with all his underworld connections and martial arts skills.

Eoin Colfer at the Toronto Public Library, September 2011

Eoin Colfer at the Toronto Public Library, September 2011

I have friends who think that the Artemis Fowl books were just a “ripoff,” of sorts, of the Harry Potter books. The first Fowl book was published flush in the middle of the Potter popularity. And the series, as my friends are swift to point out, isn’t nearly as unified and deep in its ideas. Nor, they say, is it written all that well.

Frankly, I don’t agree, and I don’t care anyway.If this series were a clear copy of the storyline from the Potter books, that would be a different matter. (She says, shuddering at the horrible memory of The Sword of Shannara and the plot of The Lord of the Rings.) It’s true that this series takes up figures from legend and folklore and brings them into this world. So did the Narnia books. So do a lot of other books. And yes, the main character starts out about the same age as Harry Potter. (Artemis, too, was eleven years old at the beginning, and given that there are three more books after the ones I have, he’s likely to end up about the same age as Harry did.) It is said that there are only, really, about seven or eight basic storylines in the world, and that every story ever told is a variation of one of them. It doesn’t bother me that there are some similarities between stories. A pre-teen discovers a secret magical world connected to this one–how different could you make it, really?

And as to this series’ “not being written very well”…well, that has been a big complaint from people who don’t like the Harry Potter books too. (“She’s really not a very good writer.” How often I’ve heard that from people! The adults, that is, who weren’t sitting eagerly waiting for the next book or the next movie.) Neither of these series is grand, High Literature. But who cares? Eoin Colfer tells a really good story for the people who enjoy this sort of tale, and he adds some good laughs into the mix as well.

So I had a really nice trip through this part of the top shelf of my SF&F bookcase.

If you’re an Artemis Fowl fan yourself, it might interest you to know that Disney is supposedly developing a movie. If so, I can’t wait to see it!

And check out my own description, three years ago today, of an evening with Eoin Colfer at the Toronto Public Library.

Reading Through the Bookcase: Pat Barker

Regeneration Trilogy

I’m a bit late in updating, but believe me, I’ve been reading! I switched for a while away from my science fiction/fantasy shelves to go for some historical fiction. Next up on the fiction shelf was British author Pat Barker and her Regeneration Trilogy.

Remember that massive power blackout on the eastern side of North America for a day or two in the second week of August in 2003? My clearest memory of it is lying on my futon on the floor and reading this entire trilogy from start to finish, sweltering. Oddly, though, I didn’t remember a single detail from the books when I picked them up again this time. All I knew was that the story took place during World War I, and with this summer being the 100th anniversary of the start of the war, and all, I was very reluctant to read still more about it.

Silly me. Once I started this trilogy, I could not put it down. It’s been years since I’ve enjoyed a set of books so very much, and I can see why, back on that hot summer day in 2003, I didn’t do a thing except read and read and read.

For one thing, except for some of the final scenes of the third book, none of the story actually takes place in the trenches or on the battlefield at all. Most of the first book, Regeneration, is set in the mental institution of Craiglockhart near Edinburgh, Scotland, where psychiatrist William Rivers treats soldiers who have come out of the war with psychological problems, trying to get them fit to send back to the trenches. I loved Barker’s portrayal of this man and his private thoughts and his relationships with his patients. She portrayed him as a very kind man who had his own faults and struggles–not to mention his own internal conflicts about morality and duty with respect to the war–but who thought and felt deeply about the welfare of his patients and what might be behind their mental difficulties. I’ve been so inspired that I want to find out much more about this man and what he was like in real life.

I love that a great many important characters in this trilogy were real people. I get intrigued by them and usually want to follow up and either read their own work or read what else is written and known about them. Rivers is the main character of the first book, but a very large role is also played by one of his patients, real-life poet Siegfried Sassoon, who is protesting the war and yet feels guilty for leaving his men behind in the field. And we meet another real-life poet, Wilfred Owen, who even I had heard of as a young war poet who died in battle. We even have a brief encounter or two with Robert Graves, Sassoon’s friend. (Yes–that Robert Graves, of I, Claudius and The White Goddess fame.)

The other main character was Billy Prior, who was not a real historical person but who was created, according to Barker, as a contrast to Sassoon and Owen. Dr. Rivers is still very present in books two and three, The Eye in the Door and The Ghost Road, but not as much as in book one. We follow Billy Prior’s own struggles in book two with what we now recognize as PTSD as he finally overcomes a lot of his own difficulties and, in book three, heads at last back to the battlefield. It’s no surprise, of course, that those war camp/battlefield scenes are the least interesting parts of the trilogy, to me. Just not my thing. See: my reluctance to pick up the trilogy, above.

But the psychology of it all! Now, that’s my cup of tea. It was fascinating to see Rivers beginning to explore ideas and the germs of theories that we now see in full bloom, a century later. It was intriguing to see where the germs of those ideas might have come from, in the depths of a conflict that roiled up every possible type of psychological process.

I might have been reluctant to pick up this trilogy and read it again, but I am so glad that the reluctance vanished and I did so! I remembered hearing an interview with Ms. Barker not long before the 2003 blackout, where she discussed these books. That had been why I had bought them, in fact. I may have forgotten all the details after that first reading, but somehow I don’t think I’m going to forget anything from this trilogy this time around.

Reading Through the Bookcase: Arthur C. Clarke (and Gentry Lee) – RAMA

With some stories that leave you with a cliffhanger, the big question is this: Should you write a sequel, just because you can?

And for many stories, I think the answer has to be no. No matter how popular the story is, no matter how the fans clamour for a sequel, no matter how much even you yourself want to know what came next–no. That’s because sometimes, part of what makes that story a great story is the hanging end itself. The sense of breathless anticipation. The not knowing. Take one step beyond that and remove that veil of not knowing, and the original story’s bubble is popped. Its mystique is gone, and it sinks back into the mundane. It has become just another story. And sometimes, the new story or stories go in a direction that should not have been taken.

That’s what I think happened with Rama.

Two books: Rendezvous with Rama and Rama II, by Arthur C. Clarke

Rendezvous with Rama

To say I loved Rendezvous with Rama when it first came out is an understatement. To me, this book was the most precise, pure exemplar of the science fiction “what if” that you could possibly imagine. What if an alien spaceship just happened by, and humans got to explore it without having to deal with the aliens who originally created it? What would be discovered? What would the alien technology be like? Would the human explorers be able to understand anything they found? How would they balance the potential dangers against this stunning chance to explore the gigantic alien ship?

The enacting of this scenario was a thing of beauty. Even though the action moved slowly, you were still on the edge of your seat, waiting for the next discovery by Commander Norton and his crew. The book was full of constant wonder. The very precision of the descriptions of the things the explorers found induced this wonder: your senses were overwhelmed just as the crew’s were as you tried to put yourself in their place in that vast, amazing ship. And you couldn’t wait to see what they found next.

I had only one very slight complaint, at first: there didn’t seem to be much real development of the human characters. The book had the same feature I had always noticed in the earlier science fiction writers, which was that the science and “what if” was more important than the human characters. So the only small flaw I thought I saw in the book was that, apart from Commander Norton himself, the human characters didn’t have much development.

Be careful what you wish for…

Rama II – with Gentry Lee

Spoiler alert! The last sentence in Rendezvous with Rama was this: The Ramans do everything in threes. Talk about breathless anticipation!

So when I heard that there was going to be a sequel, Rama II, I was thrilled. It was co-written with Gentry Lee, a famous NASA engineer, and I was very excited that even more wonderful Raman technology was probably going to be discovered. And I was so happy that we could probably anticipate yet another book after that. Rama III coming up!

I was so young.

My first hint of unease began when I was almost a third of the way through the book, and we weren’t even close to getting to the actual spaceship yet. All of this stuff about the semi-collapse of earth society after the first Rama book, and the politics, and, and, and — I didn’t like it. And talk about character development! There were so many extra characters this time, and we had to learn the backstory of all of them, and it was like every one of them was involved in some kind of secret plot. As though they could all use the second Rama spaceship for some kind of personal advantage.

What the — ?

And even when we finally, finally got into the ship, it was like the characters’ secrets and plots and their machinations even in the midst of exploring Rama overshadowed everything about the ship itself. Rama felt almost incidental to this plot of odd intrigue and personal undercurrents. Excuse me. You are in the middle of a gigantic, incredible, really stunning and advanced spaceship that dwarfs anything you yourself have ever dreamed of accomplishing on earth, and you can somehow step inside that thing and retain any sort of idea that your earthly plots, politics, schemes, and squabbles actually matter?

I found myself thinking again and again, in the midst of the various plots and intrigues, “Yeah, but the ship…?” They’d do a bit of exploring, but those bits would be subsumed under some intrigue between different characters. It was like the story went, “intrigue-plotting-argument-character-character-plotting-oh right, here’s a quick, interesting fact or tidbit about the ship, intrigue-character-plotting-character-intrigue…”

Note that I had not actually read the second book for the first time until this recent reading. That meant that I could read about both the third and fourth Rama books when I was done, to get an idea of what they were about and whether I wanted to get them. And as I read all sorts of confusing things about humans being examined and tested in some kind of social experiment by the “Ramans,” and yet more intrigue and plotting and violence and awfulness in some kind of human colony the Ramans established, I realized that all the wonder of Rendezvous with Rama had sunk into a rather nasty and wretched soap opera that was all about humans behaving exactly as they do all around me every day–and was nothing about the wondrous ship and the exploration of it.

No. I will not be reading any more of the Rama books. I can turn on the news if I want that stupid, small-minded sort of intrigue. I wanted the ship.

Oh, for the clear, pure precision of the exploration conducted by Commander Norton and his crew! From now on, I will only read Rendezvous and I will not (never?) read Rama II again. I will revel in the beautiful scientific study in the first book, pretend the other stuff never existed, and read again in breathless anticipation, with no desire to go beyond those glorious words, full of wonder and the perfect science fiction “what if” —

* * * * *

The Ramans do everything in threes.

* * * * *

Reading Through the Bookcase: Arthur C. Clarke, Part I

Where. to. begin.

When it comes to Against the Fall of Night and Childhood’s End, I love several things and I dislike one other rather big thing. First, in Childhood’s End, I love the way we get to follow through the entire process as humanity evolves to its next, seemingly higher step. I didn’t remember much about the story except how it ended (I first read it long ago), but I did remember Karellen, the Overlord who shepherded humanity through the final years. I remembered how he seemed rather gentle and wise. I might quibble now about the evolution into the next form being so drastic and happening so quickly (surely there would be intervening steps, like humanity gradually becoming a species of telepaths?) But I did enjoy the speculation about what the next stage of human evolution might be.

However, there was a reason I hadn’t reread this book since the first time, at least a couple of decades ago. I really disliked what happened to the children and to the human race in general. More on that in a minute.

I also really enjoyed Against the Fall of Night, for a completely different reason. I absolutely love stories about finding remnants of civilization on a lost, supposedly dead earth. (This was one reason why I loved Edmond Hamilton’s City at World’s End so much when I was a teenager and why I searched for it for years so I could read it again.) I think it’s the disappointed archeologist in me; I love the idea of the melancholy of the lost earth as well as the idea of the descendants of the survivors having forgotten their beginnings but starting to discover the truth about where they came from. Or probably not the entire truth — but finding artifacts and fragments of writings or even ancient machines that they can start up again and try to figure out the original use of — and trying to piece all these things together to recall as much as they can. I also love stories about people who have been sheltered in some kind of scientific or historic refuge, perhaps for centuries, finally breaking out and discovering that the world is out there.

All of that is wound up in Against the Fall of Night. So I read it quite avidly. But…

Two books: Childhood's End and Against the Fall of Night, by Arthur C. Clarke

Childhood and Night – What I Don’t Like

There were two elements that were somewhat similar, between Against the Fall of Night and Childhood’s End, that I really don’t like. In Childhood’s End, it’s considered some sort of good thing that humanity evolves into a type of bodiless, impersonal Unibeing with all sorts of mental powers, but loses the “selfness” of individual, separate human beings. Clarke isn’t alone in portraying this as some kind of “higher state,” but I don’t buy it and never have.

I see this idea both in scientific speculation and in religion. While I got my two degrees in Religious Studies, I spent a fair bit of time becoming familiar with religious world views that teach that being absorbed into a higher being and losing one’s self is a great thing. It’s often referred to as “bliss,” in fact. It’s stronger in some religions than in others, but there are elements of this idea in most of them, western or eastern.

I have always felt that if I had this kind of personal, individual annihilation as my goal, it would be some kind of death wish. I do like the idea of being able to see the universe more clearly and deeply and perhaps have some influence on its material nature. (Though we already have some influence, don’t we? We just use other physical objects to make the changes. In this scenario, we’d use our minds.) But if there is no “me” there, remembering what “I” did in the past and looking forward to “my” future, as an individual — well, “I” am dead. There might be something there, exhibiting some kind of universal awareness, but it’s not me or anything that gives the word “me” any meaning at all.

So I didn’t reread Childhood’s End for all this time because although it was an interesting study, I hate the way it ends. Humanity dies. Those children die. Absorbed/eaten up by something that is not “them.” That kind of scenario has no appeal whatsoever for me.

There are elements of it in Against the Fall of Night as well, though not as strongly. There, at least, it seems to be understood that a disembodied consciousness can be mad or it can be sane, and it can have desires and a sense of self as well. But the thing that bothered me most was not actually in the book as such, but was in the fact that it was rewritten as a book called The City and the Stars.

What I liked about Against the Fall of Night, or most of it, anyway, was that things were not explained. Even when Alvin and Theon got some answers, they only answered broad questions, and many things were left in mystery. There was a feeling that there would be more detailed understanding as the years went by, but that was not in the book itself.

I started to recognize, even in this book, that sometimes a story works better if it doesn’t explain everything or find solutions to every problem or answers to every question. Sometimes the adventure that remains–the fact that there is yet more to discover–is the story itself. Or it is the element that makes you come to the end of the story in a state of breathless anticipation. I was just beginning to realize this when I read this book, but it hit me with a hammer blow when I read my two Rama books.

Next time!

 

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