A few neat things before we get behind the wheel and speed off to this week’s Wandering.
First, I’ve donated a hard cover first edition to an on-line raffle to promote a new re-release of Walter Jon William’s novel Hardwired. I’m a big fan of this story. I hope a bunch of you will take the chance to get it and discover how smart cyberpunk can be.
Take a look at : http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/YWM0MGI1YWM4MmRhNjk1NGI0OWFlM2VmYjllMDA0OjUx/ . Hurry! There are only a few hours left!
Second, last Friday Baen Free Radio released the first of two parts of an audio interview featuring me, David Weber, and Toni Weisskopf discussing the release of Treecat Wars. This Friday will see the second part. You can download both podcasts in a variety of formats at http://baen.com/podcast/podcast.asp.
Now, let’s Wander!
A while back, I asked a few friends what they’d like to see me discuss in future Wanderings. My friend, Tori, asked if I’d explain more about why I frequently say that I can’t tell whether a book or anime is “good” until I reach the end. I had to think about why for a while, but I finally came up with a way to explain this fairly complicated thought process.
(As an aside, I should note that I have different criteria for novels and visual media. Anime in particular often has a long story to tell, but does so in small chunks. Therefore, while I will look at novels as individual volumes, even if they are part of a larger series, I look at anime and some television as if each episode is a chapter in a longer work.)
I’m going to start by clarifying the question. What Tori was asking about were those stories that I enjoy enough to get involved with. So, this leaves out those stories that failed to hook me at the start or lost me early on. It only includes those that I’m enthusiastic enough about that I plan to finish. This means the stories already have the basics down (good characters, interesting plot elements, a well-defined setting). It also means that the subject matter suits my taste. I’m the first person to admit that there are plenty of really fine stories out there that simply don’t work for me personally.
A great example of a book that I started feeling inclined to read and ended up feeling enthusiastic about is Sue Grafton’s V is for Vengeance. I’m a fan of the Kinsey Millhone novels. I usually listen to them as audio books, so I only recently got to “V.” (I haven’t gotten to “W,” yet, so no spoilers, please! <grin>)
V is for Vengeance begins with a long prologue about which I had serious doubts. However, one of the reasons I’ve stayed with this series is that Grafton often shifts her storytelling format, something that has kept the series from becoming formulaic. So, long prologue or not, I kept with it. At the end of the prologue, an event happened about which I felt strong doubts. To avoid spoilers, I’ll just say that it had to do with the death of the young man who was central to the prologue. It wasn’t so much that he died that troubled me, it was why he died. It didn’t make sense.
Was Grafton slipping? Had her editors lost their minds? I’ll admit, if this hadn’t been the only audio book I had available at that time, I might have quit. But, I’ve listened to all the other books in the series and I wanted to see what happened when Kinsey got on-stage.
Well, initially, I didn’t feel a lot of hope. Kinsey’s case involved a professional shoplifting ring. Eventually, there was a connection between the prologue and this plotline, but it seemed pretty thin – certainly not enough to justify that long, long prologue. Eventually, I put the prologue out of my head and concentrated on the story at hand. It had strong “grey” characters with complex motivations. There was lots of really cool information about how shoplifting, of all things, has become Big Business.
I can’t say much more about the novel without providing too many spoilers but, as the book moved toward its final third, the prologue began to matter. By the book’s conclusion I was bouncing up and down. Not only did the prologue matter, better and better, the elements that I had thought were weak fit it. They weren’t mistakes! They weren’t sloppy writing! I was incredulously happy.
So, whereas when I started the book I would have said, “Pretty good, but I think Grafton’s losing her touch or has become one of those writers who editors don’t feel they can edit,” now I would say: “Good novel. Clever. Interesting and surprisingly complex. I highly recommend.”
I had a similar reaction to The Black Prism by Brent Weeks. Initially, I wanted to read it because Brent had been one of the Guests of Honor at this year’s Bubonicon and I had been intrigued by many of his comments during the Guest of Honor presentation. The Black Prism was a Very Fat Fantasy novel, however, and my reading time is very thin. I even considered looking for the book in audio, but some of Brent’s (very funny) comments had been about the uneven quality of his audio book readers. I couldn’t remember if this had been a book he had liked as presented in audio or not.
However, enough of the book interested me to keep me going. By the end, I could honestly say “I liked it. Interesting layered political problems. Complex characters . Gritty but not self-indulgently so. Creative magical system, well used and well intertwined into the plot.” Will I read the next one? Yes. However, I’ll probably wait until I can give it the time it deserves. This would be a perfect book for a long plane flight. Airport waiting time and flight time would seem a pleasure, not a burden.
Sadly, this is not always the case. I hate mentioning books that didn’t work for me, but in this case I fear I must. One example is John Scalzi’s popular novel, Old Man’s War. I acquired it when it was a new release, so was unbiased by any press. I had met John Scalzi at a book fair and found him an intelligent person, so I was inclined to view the book with favor. I might even have started it on the plane on my way home.
Initially, I was very enthusiastic about Old Man’s War. It had a good conceit, some interesting world-building, and characters I was interested in. I remember expressing my enthusiasm over the phone to my friend, Yvonne, ending, as I so often do, with “But I won’t really know until I finish.” Sadly, by the time I finished, my enthusiasm had dimmed. The compelling question of how can society best use the wisdom and experience of older people whose bodies won’t necessarily let them function at full capacity had vanished into action adventure heavily indebted to novels like Heinlein’s Starship Troopers. (A novel which, by the by, I like.) The main character’s difficult choices and ethical decisions were eliminated or diluted by a wealth of unlikely wish fulfillment.
Unlike, say, Terry England’s excellent novel Rewind, which deals with similar questions without losing sight of them, even when the action becomes intense and the characters are in serious jeopardy, I felt that Old Man’s War had the start of an excellent novel, and a car wreck of a conclusion.
I felt the same about the fan favorite TV series, Firefly. When Yvonne initially loaned me her set, thus allowing us to avoid the common excuse as to why the series failed (“They broadcast it erratically and out of order”), I was very enthusiastic. Good characters, complicated, intertwining plots, interesting setting. Strong individual episodes. Some time in, though, I realized I was losing interest. Several of the plots were, as Jim put it, “They meet someone from the past who they’re happy to see but turns out to be not the type of person they thought.” The character development was wildly uneven, especially in the case of secondary characters. I began to see serious glitches in the world-building. I went from a potential fan to a “Well, I have no trouble seeing why this one didn’t work.”
So that’s why I am likely to reserve my judgment as to whether or not a book or series works until I’m to the end. I might say “I’m enjoying reading this or watching this.” But it will be followed by “I’ll let you know how I feel when I’m done.”
There are some novels or series that I like even though they are in some way weak or disappointed me at some point. However, these aren’t the ones I recommend or, if I do, I’m usually pretty realistic about admitting they have flaws but that – despite the flaws – there’s something there I like.
At what point do you start recommending a book? Am I alone in needing to get to the end before doing so?