“Blackbirds” Chuck Wendig

Miriam Black can tell when you’re going to die. She’d actually rather not know, but it only takes a bit of skin on skin contact and she knows when, of what and maybe a bit of where. A nicely packaged vision that only takes a couple of seconds real time but lasts for as long as it needs to to show her the details.

The book opens with Miriam waiting for an unpleasant specimen of a man to die in a motel room so she can rifle through his wallet and take enough money to get a few more dinners & a few more motel rooms. This is how she lives, hitch-hiking around the US, surviving rather than living. She’s got a foul mouth and an attitude and underneath the bluster she’s broken but she’ll be damned if she lets anyone else see. The story is told both moving forward from the opening scene and through a series of flashbacks & dreams & other people’s stories. Miriam meets a trucker (who she actually likes, not a common occurrence) who’ll die in a particularly gruesome murder with her name on his lips – the climax of the thriller plot line. And a con man who has a proposition for her, and who isn’t nearly as clever as he thinks he is. The flashbacks & dreams tell us how Miriam got here, why she’s broken & on the road and give hints as to how her power works & where it came from (as far as she knows).

One thing I liked about this book is the gender flipping of a couple of clichés. Most obvious is Louis the trucker as the damsel in distress and murder victim, with Miriam trying to figure out if she can stop it happening. Louis is also the catalyst for Miriam to become more actively engaged with her life again rather just drifting along waiting for death – in a “redeemed by the love of a good woman” sort of way (Louis is the “good woman” here, in case I’m not clear). Also notable, Miriam’s got a troubled past (well, duh) but Wendig avoids the cliché of rape. The bad shit that did happen to her feels appropriate for what it’s done to her, and thematically appropriate for the story rather than “woman with trauma, must’ve been rape”.

While the story is satisfyingly complete in itself there’s a sequel and there’s definitely hooks for a wider story. Miriam figures out more of the rules of her powers by the climax of the story. There’s also a (gruesome) scene where she talks to a psychic to try & learn more about her power – she doesn’t get answers but it’s clear that there’s something there to learn. Which kinda sums up that side of it for the reader too – we don’t know any more than Miriam, but it’s clear that Wendig knows where he’s going with this.

I liked this book a lot. It’s pretty dark, but with a current of optimism running through it. I thought Miriam’s cynicism was clearly presented as part of how she’s broken rather than the truth of the world. And the ending holds out hope that she might be able to make her own world better. It’s a fairly gruesome book tho – I wouldn’t recommend it if you’re easily disturbed by written descriptions. I’m squeamish myself, but when reading I’ve perfected the art of Not Visualising things so books (including this one) are generally OK. But there’s stuff in this that I’d not want to see in a film.

“Bitten” Kelley Armstrong

I’ve decided to read my way through all the fiction we have on our shelves, which’ll take a while coz there’s on the order of 500 books, and also coz I’m still reading the various non-fiction books I’ve stacked up in the queue 🙂

First book up is “Bitten” by Kelley Armstrong – I’m pretty sure I bought this with a book token 5 or 6 years ago, then was going to get the rest of the series so I must’ve liked it at the time. I never did get round to buying the others, and I’m not sure how many I read from the library before I lost interest.

Re-reading it I’m not entirely sure why I liked it in the first place :/ I guess partly I’ve just read a lot more Urban Fantasy since then and it doesn’t feel as fresh as it maybe did before. It is fairly standard – our heroine is a werewolf, the only female one in existence, she’s in a love triangle and goes around being sarcastic & kicking ass. Unfortunately I didn’t like her much – very self-centred in a spoilt brat sort of way rather than in any interesting way. The back story (orphaned, been in foster homes & abused, had her “one chance of a normal life” snatched away by being made a werewolf) didn’t stop me wanting her to grow up and think about something outside her own desires every once in a while.

I also really wasn’t convinced by the love interests – one so bland I almost wanted him to turn out to have a dark secret just to make him more interesting (maybe he does in later books, but I had the impression from this one he’s just as bland as he looked). The other one actually is a sociopath and SPOILER: he’s the one that turned her into a werewolf against her will which I would’ve thought was a complete deal breaker, but she just can’t resist his manly, er, werewolfy charms.

Having failed to particularly empathise with the characters I didn’t find the plot engaging enough to make up for it – territorial disputes between the Pack and some rogue wolves, to do with rogues challenging the status quo.

Despite the overwhelming negative tone of this post there’s nothing actually wrong with the book – just it’s not for me. I was still entertained enough to finish the book to see what did happen in the end (partly hoping I’d misremembered and Mr Bland turned out to be more interesting). But off to the charity shop it goes, no need to keep it about to read another time.

“The Dirty Streets of Heaven” Tad Williams

I got this out of the library because I read a review of it on Tor.com and it sounded intriguing, and we own several other novels by Williams so he’s an author I’ve enjoyed reading before. I think my verdict would have to be that I got what was promised and it was fun, but somehow it didn’t seem like anything special – I’ll probably read the other books in the series when they come out if I see them in the library, but I’m unlikely to reserve them or buy the series.

It’s urban fantasy, and our protagonist is an angel called Bobby Dollar – he’s an Advocate, an angel who lives & works on Earth. When a person dies they are judged by a higher angel who decides if they’re going to Heaven (perhaps via Purgatory) or Hell, and there’s an Advocate from Heaven and a Prosecutor from Hell who argue and present the case for each side. Very much like in a modern legal case. Advocates live in real bodies in the real world, despite being angels, and only go up to Heaven to meet with their supervisors. So in many ways Dollar is just like a normal person in the normal world, except for his job is that he gets called up and told where a death is and then he drives to it and steps out of time to argue the case for Heaven. When he’s not working he hangs out in a bar with his fellow angels.

Trouble starts when Dollar shows up to a job, but the soul of the deceased is missing. Then the Prosecutor from that case is found dead in a gruesome (and unusually permanent) fashion, everyone thinks Dollar has something belonging to a Duke of Hell, and more souls are going missing. There’s also a rookie Advocate, who seems more important than he should be, oh, and there’s a stunningly beautiful demon that it would be suicidal for Dollar to fall in love with, but of course he does. Quite possibly there’ll be a love triangle thing going on in the later books, because there’s also an angel (another Advocate) that Dollar has a thing for/with. The story kept me sucked into it, wanting to know what happened next, with a Chandler-esque atmosphere to some of it. But then somehow the ending disappointed me. Presumably all the interesting questions are going to be resolved in the last book, because there was just one bit that got dealt with here. And yet I wasn’t left thinking “can’t wait for the next book!”. I’m not sure why, though.

I did like the way Heaven was portrayed, that has the potential to be interesting if it is actually important to the plot rather than just background. Although the mythology of the book is very much (Catholic) Christian in nature it’s explicitly made clear that this might not be the case throughout the afterlife, that this might be the way it’s represented to this batch of angels and demons because that’s their cultural mythology – Dollar has never met the Highest and knows of no angel however exalted who has, he’s just a small piece of a large machine. None of the souls in Heaven, angels or not, remember who they were in life – they’re completely wiped clean of memories. And everyone is cheerful and unquestioningly happy. Dollar knows (or rather has been told) he was once alive on Earth, but he remembers nothing before the 90s when he became an angel. It’s clear the happiness in Heaven is externally imposed, too, Dollar mentions resisting it when he goes to report to his supervisor and he talks about having to concentrate to keep questioning things rather than just cheerfully accepting them. And that’s all very creepy. Particularly as demons remember their previous lives (or at least the impossibly beautiful Countess of Cold Hands does, or says she does). Hell is clearly bad, and demons are demonic, but Heaven is all a bit Stepford Wives.