Jun. 21st, 2007

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This week, I finished Grave Sight by Charlaine Harris and The Mummy Congress: Science, Obsession, and the Everlasting Dead by Heather Pringle. (I don't think we have any difficulty guessing what people called the latter author in high school, do we?)

Grave Sight is the first in a mystery series concerning a woman who can see dead people. She can determine who they were (their names, ages, races, genders, professions) and their immediate cause of death, but nothing else. Unusual premise. Most books where people talk to ghosts assume that ghosts have different things on their minds. I liked the mystery pretty well, and didn't make much of an attempt to figure out "whodunit," although I was successful in figuring out the reason for the murder early on. I generally find the "why" more interesting than the "who." I liked this a lot more than the little I've read of Harris' Southern Vampires series. Three stars, and I'm looking forward to the next one.

The Mummy Congress was a recommendation by [livejournal.com profile] supercheesegirl. I chose this book, not out of a particular interest in mummies, but because I knew little about them. One of the things I liked the most about it was its readability. It's harder to put down than a whole lot of fiction I've encountered. My other favorite thing was that instead of trying to present all there is to know about mummies, Pringle goes in depth on mummy subtopics that interest her. The Victorian trade in mummy products, the Chenchen man, the Incorruptible Catholic saints, the world's first mummies, and the Mummy Congress itself are all of interest to her, and she makes you interested too. The book also includes a set of color plates in the center, with pictures of what she's writing about. I really liked the pictures but I didn't find them until I got to the middle of the book - a list of figures at the beginning, or chapter references, would have been helpful.

The unfortunately named author is a journalist, and the book has a very journalistic style. In a few places, it bothered me. For instance, the author writes that although the trade in ground mummies that flourished in the Victorian era is over, "In choosing to write about the preserved dead for magazines and books, I, too, have begun trading in their withered flesh." I feel that this is one of many places in the book where Pringle is being deliberately inflammatory. To hear her tell it, picking up the book that SHE wrote is just as exploitative of mummies as grinding up a mummy to use as paint or medicine. Personally, I don't feel that being curious about mummies is as bad as destroying them. In fact, it could actually be good for them, if it leads to further mummy interest and preservation. "Frozen like a side of beef," "hacked open like a geode," and other similarly shocking metaphors abound. It makes the book easy to read, because it's titillating, but it makes it a lot less literary too. The other journalistic convention I noticed - she talks extensively about the people she interviews for information. We find out where they meet, what kind of clothes they wear, their life histories. It gives the book a friendly anecdotal quality, but I think she devotes too many words to the topic.

This book made me read up more on a few mummy controversies - did ancient Egyptians smoke tobacco, and if so, what does that mean? Did ancient Chinese mummies emigrate from Europe? The first theory has mostly been debunked, and the second proven correct, which I found very interesting.
If you're interested in creepy things, or history, then I recommend the book as a broad and readable introduction to the subject of mummies. Four stars.
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In the past few days, I finished two disturbing mysteries - The Bowl of Night by Rosemary Edghill and Farthing by Jo Walton.

The Bowl of Night is third in the Bast mystery series. This series features a pagan amateur sleuth solving mysteries within the community. I had read the first two books as a teenager (Speak Daggers to Her and Book of Moons) and liked them very much. Somehow, until a month or so ago, I was not aware that a third book had been added. I found out because there was a Bast short story in an anthology I read recently - just don't ask me which one - which referred to the series as a trilogy. Any road. This third book is about the murder of a fundamentalist Christian at a pagan gathering. Cliche, to be sure. It was clear to me from the second chapter who the murderer was, but that wasn't really why I was reading - I was more interested to see the way Edghill would describe things playing out in the community. Wow. She and Bast both have a pretty cynical view. I found the book rather bleak. Probably the saddest thing about it is Bast's lack of faith in the community. She is so sure that she will be judged for her actions that she doesn't even speak out for herself. Now, I'm not saying the community is eternally free of faults. But people can't act well unless you give them chances to do so. Maybe this is Edghill's way of portraying karma? Anyway, it was compelling and felt very real. Three stars.

Farthing. Wow. This book is taking up a disproportionate amount of psychic space in my head right now. If you don't want to be made to think, stay away. In some ways, Walton's inscription says it all: "This novel is for everyone who has ever studied any monstrosity of history, with the serene satisfaction of being horrified while knowing exactly what was going to happen, rather like studying a dragon anatomized upon a table, and then turning around to find the dragon's present-day relations standing close by, alive and ready to bite."
The premise of the book - an embattled, isolated England sued for peace with Germany to end WWII. It's now 1949. A blue-blooded society daughter, closely related to the political faction that created the peace, has shocked her family and indeed all of the upper class by marrying a Jew. When they are invited to a weekend retreat with her family, he thinks that they are finally getting used to him, but she smells a rat. Then a prominent politician is killed - at the party - and evidence points to murder by Jews.
Everyone in this book has a secret. Most of the secrets are dangerous. Most of them will stay on my mind.

An old friend of mine once explained his idea of science fiction this way: "Really good science fiction makes you think, 'Wow, that's really terrible! I'm so glad it's not happening here!... Wait a minute....'" And Farthing definitely fits this bill. It will unsettle you and make you worry about the future. Four stars.

ETA: According to the author's website, she actually wrote the book in 17 days while "white hot furious." WOW.

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