The King’s Name — Jo Walton

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The King’s Name
Jo Walton
320 pages
published in 2001

The first I knew about the civil war was when my sister Aurien poisoned me.

As opening sentences go, the one that opens The King’s Name is great, starting off the sequel to Jo Walton’s The King’s Peace with a bang. It’s been five years after the end of the previous book, the peace that Sulien and her lord king Urdo had fought for so hard has held all these years, but there have been some rumblings amongst the kings and rulers of the countries of Tir Tanagiri about the high king’s rule. But for Sulien there was no real indication for danger until her sister poisoned her. Luckily one of her companions was quick enough to recognise it as poison and not a sudden drunkness and manages to get her back to her own lands, which is the only reason she survived. And then she comes home and her own steward tries it too. Something more is going on than just a grudge her sister may have held against her. Clearly she needs to warn Urdo and rejoin him to fight for the peace again…

With The King’s Name Jo Walton’s histoire à clef becomes more explicitely Arthurian, with Urdo as king Arthur, his wife Elenn as Guinever and Sulien as a distaff Lancelot, with the traditional love affair not between the queen and Sulien/Lancelot, but implied between Urdo/Arthur and Sulien. It’s long been supposed that the night Sulien spent with Urdo in his command tent early in her career was one of passion rather than exhaustion, with Sulien’s son Darien as the result. The civil war, started through the manipulations of the Modred equivalent Morthu, is of course also an Arthurian theme, the war that ends the Golden Age, kills the hero-king and restarts history. Not quite what happens here and don’t think that if you know the Arthurian template you know what Jo Walton is doing here.

The Arthurian legends for a start are explicitely Christian legends and while religion plays an important role in this story, Sulien, our protagonist/narrotor herself is emphatically not a follower of the White God, as the Christ equivalent in this history is called. Sulien respects all the gods, but believes in the old gods of her own lands, having been raised in the Vincean traditions of worship. Urdo too, while a follower of the White God and having been raised by his monks, respects and venerates the other gods equally. He has to, as the high king of the entirety of Tir Tanagiri it’s his duty to consult all the gods that inhabit the land and keep their believers free to worship.

Many other followers of the White God are less tolerant and would have liked to have Urdo or one of the White God’s saints to force the other gods out of the island altogether, as has happened in other places. This intolerance is a large part of what seems to drive the rebels against Urdo, though again it’s been manipulated by Morthu. Part of the King’s Peace is tolerance of all gods and Morthu wants to pull it down like he wants all other aspects of the peace.

But this is not a simple story of evil Christians versus noble pagans. The White God is an attractive god to worship as Walton shows, most of his followers genuinely puzzled by the idea that someone would not want to worship him. As Sulien makes clear in her introduction and conclusion to her story, the White God has won, has become the most worshipped god in the land, with the worship of other gods slowly dying out.

Which brings me to the main theme of the story. This is not a story about glory and finding fame in battle, this is a story about loss and melancholy, about having lived a long, fullfilled life but looking back at when you were still young and your friends were still alive. That bittersweet sense of melancholy is present all through the book, even more so than in the first one. This is not a book a young person could’ve written.

As a novel The King’s Name is better structured, more of a proper story than The King’s Peace, which suffered from having its plot fulfilled about twothirds of the way through the book. I found it to be moving, a real tearjerker in places.

The King’s Peace — Jo Walton

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The King’s Peace
Jo Walton
416 pages
published in 2000

When I put together the list of science fiction and fantasy books I’d planned to read for my Year of Reading Women project last year, I’d knew I’d want something familiar and enjoyable to close out the year, as a reward. Looking over my bookshelves the choice was easily made: I hadn’t read The King’s Peace since it had first come out in 2000 so it was high time I reread it. Back then I had come to it cold, without any preconceptions other than Jo Walton’s reputation as one of the best posters on the rec.arts.sf newsgroups. Rereading it now, having read more of her novels and also knowing somewhat more about the setting she used or at least the historical inspirations for it, have changed The King’s Peace for me, in a positive sense.

To start with the setting, you could call The King’s Peace an Arthurian romance set in a fantasy Britain, but that’s not quite right. I prefer to call it a histoire à clef, where Walton has taken post-Roman Britain at the time of the Saxon invasions and changed it. So the Roman Empire here is called the Vincan Empire, the Saxony raiders are Jarns, Britain is called Tir Tanagiri and instead of a King Arthur there’s king Urdo whose Lancelot, Sulien ap Gwien is the first person narrator of the story. When I first got to grips with the story more than a decade ago this all seemed needlessly complicated and I wondered why she hadn’t just written a straight Arthurian story. But I think it makes sense.

Had Walton set The King’s Peace in anything recognisable as actually existing history, she would’ve had to deal with all the expectations that would’ve brought with it: she would’ve had to get both the history and the Arthurian mythology right. By creating her own version of Britain Walton could take the broad strokes of British post-Roman history and put her own interpretation on them, with the same for the Arthur legend, while still rooting her story in the “reality” of both history and legend, something she wouldn’t have had if she had set it in a completely made up fantasy world.

What you also need to understand going into The King’s Peace is that Jo Walton genuinely believes that the Roman abandonment of Britain in the late fourth/early fifth century CE was a tragedy, that in her version of this history the barbarians are at the gate and civilisation in Britain/Tir Tanagiri is slowly being extinguished by hordes of invaders. This attitude is reflected in her protagonist/narrator Sulien, who was brought up in the Vincan way by her mother Veniva, for whom the Vincan Empire still is civilisation. It’s hard not to see some of Walton’s own opinions being reflected there. Yet The King’s Peace as a story is not a tragedy, not about the disappearance of civilisation under a long dark night of barbarism, but about finding news ways of re-establishing civilisation, of making peace both for the civilised and the barbarian.

The story starts when Sulien is attacked, raped and left for dead under her brother’s corpse by Jarnish raiders who have also plundered her family’s land. She then is sent out on a conveniently escaped warhorse to the new king her family and its ruler have only recently sworn allegiance to, but she runs straight into another Jarnish raid, one fought by strange armoured soldiers on horseback, whom she immediately joins in attacking the Jarnsmen. That’s how she meets Urdo, a king with much bigger plans than just being yet another ruler of a small kingdom unable to beat off the Jarnsmen on its own.

Urdo wants to build peace over all of Tir Tanagiri for everybody who lives in the land and is willing to abide by his peace, including Jarnsmen. But to do this, he first needs to make war, which is why he has build up his alas, regiments of armigers, mounted warriors armed with lances and swords, fighting as disciplined heavy cavalry, almost unstoppable when properly used. Sulien becomes one of his armigers, impressed by Urdo and his dream. In his quest Urdo is also supported by the priests of the White God, a new god in the islands, this world’s equivalent of Jesus, who was stoned rather than crucified and whose priests are about as intolerant as Christian priests in real life were of other gods, if much less nasty about it. Sulien herself is a proper pagan, willing to respect all gods and praying to her old, familiar gods of her family, practising practical magic in their names.

Magic, though much much less flashy than in most fantasy, is real in Tir Tanagiri, playing a role in everyday lives as well as warfare. We first see it in action when Sulien is forced to heal the leg of her rapist, while in one of the big battles Urdo uses his privileges as king of the land to contact the gods for help when he and his troops are surrounded by the enemy. The only ones not given much to using magic are the White God’s followers, either unable or unwilling to do so, though there are incidents in which it’s clear the White God can assist his believers if needed.

The King’s Peace is told through the memory of Sulien, reflecting back on the events of her youth after a long life and is somewhat choppy in its narrative. She tells both the story of how the King’s Peace was achieved, but also her own personal story, from her rape to her rise as one of Urdo’s most trusted lieutenants, his Lancelot, but fortunately without the love triangle. Though that doesn’t stop her comrades gossiping about her and Urdo…

I was a bit annoyed with the rape at first, largely because it’s such an overused conciet to give a heroine her motivation, as if women cannot become heroes unless they have a nice juicy trauma in their past. Luckily, this was not how Sulien’s rape was used. It is an important plot point, both for Sulien’s personal life as she meets her rapist again, as well in the wider scheme of things; it has consequences for her, not the least of which is that she feels she could never have sex or be married, but it’s not an overwhelming melodramatic trauma that keeps driving her. She becomes an armiger because she believes in Urdo’s dream, not because she wanted revenge on the people that hurt her. Sulien is also relentlessly practical, something what reminded me of the narrator/protagonist of Walton’s latest novel, Among Others.

As anybody who has actually been reading my booklog over the past few years knows, I’ve been reading a lot about the fall of the Roman Empire and the transformation of Late antiquity into the Early Middle Ages and about whether the Roman world really fell or was just transformed and how that would’ve looked like to the people living through it. The King’s Peace may be set in a disguised, fantasy version of this part of history, but I think it got it as well as anybody could’ve gotten it. The world changes, but change does not have to be bad and although what was lost could not be recaptured, what was built in its stead is good in its own right. A very complex, bittersweet and mature attitude for a fantasy novel to take.

A Christmas Carol — Charles Dickens

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A Christmas Carol
Charles Dickens
100 pages
published in 1843

Sandra always loved Dickens more than any other Victorean novelist and she always tried to convince me to try him but never succeeded. So I thought that it would be nice to try a couple of his novels next year in her honour and to warm up I thought I’d start with A Christmas Carol. It’s short, it’s the season and the story is so familiar to me from various adaptations that I could almost read it on autopilot. I actually read it in its entirety on the train journey to my parents when I was going home for Christmas.

Stories like A Christmas Carol, which are so popular and have been adapted so often that they’ve become part of the background cultural noise, are always interesting to go back to. With some of these stories the original is so different from what you expect that it’s actually a disappointment to read them, as you run into all the awkward bits that had been filed off through various retellings. This wasn’t the case with A Christmas Carol: it’s exactly as you’d expect it to be.

The plot is too familiar to recount here and there are only a few minor scenes that differ from what you expect if you only know the movies. What really makes the difference between the original and the various adaptations is Dickens’ writing voice. He is a bit loquacious, won’t use two words where five might do, but he does use his words well. It takes getting used to, but once you are used to his style his verbosity does help set the mood of the story.

As a story the original is even more sentimental than the adaptations of A Christmas Carol are, also helped by Dickens’ writing style. This is a real tearjerker, but than that’s allowed at Christmas. And with the sentimentality Dickens also delivers some harsh blows against those who would ignore the poor even at Christmas, by putting the Malthusian sentiments that justify this into the mouth of Scrooge, then refuting it through the visits of the three ghosts.

So yeah, as a teaser for Dickens’ more serious novels, this worked well.

Procession of the Dead — D. B. Shan

Procession of the Dead


Procession of the Dead
D. B. Shan
312 pages
published in 2008

Never heard of D. B. Shan before I found this in the library, but the book looked interesting and that’s what libraries are for, aren’t they; discovering new authors. Judging from the back cover blurb this seemed to be a crime thriller with some fantastical elements and for once that’s what it turned out to be. It was interesting to for once go into a novel without preconceptions, without knowning anything about the author or the books he has written.

Procession of the Dead is a book about a young gangster called Capac Raimi, coming to the City to be an apprentice to his uncle, one of the small time crooks running part of the underworld. Capac has higher ambitions than that though, hoping to catch the eye of the Cardinal, the man who runs all of the underworld. The Cardinal is the City and the City is the Cardinal: “if the Cardinal pinched the cheeks of his arse, the walls of the city bruised”. And Capac does catch his eye, at the cost of his uncle’s life.

Whisked away to Party Central, the Cardinal’s headquarters, he is introduced to the man himself who takes him onboard for a glowing career in …insurance selling? Wannabe gangsters have to start somewhere and the Cardinal’s legal enterprises are just as big as his less than legal enterprises. Despite this lowly beginning, Capac is destined for greater things, being drawn in the Cardinal’s inner circle of confidants. But something’s wrong. Some of them disappear without trace and worse, nobody seems to remember them. Is that just a measure of the Cardinal’s power, or is there something more sinister behind this — and what does it have to do with Capac himself?

Procession of the Dead starts as a gangster story, turning fantastical as Capac finds out the truth about the Cardinal, his henchmen and himself. The combination of the two worlds is not entirely convincing, the gangster and fantasy elements clashing somewhat. One part of that is the setting. On the one hand there’s the City, carefully kept generic and symbolic, but there are occasional refences to real world things. It’s all a bit sloppy.

All in all this was entertaining enough, but nothing special. Interesting enough that I might read the sequel, if the library has it.

Snuff — Terry Pratchett

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Snuff
Terry Pratchett
416 pages
published in 2011

Wouldn’t you know it; you try to start writing a review and suddenly you can’t find the bloody book anywhere. Which is not just annoying because I want to get started but also because I’m now worrying I lost it somewhere. If I have I will have lost a piece of history, it being the last Discworld novel she and I read together before her death, as we did with all the new Discworld novels when we were together; usually she read them first as I could be slightly more patient. We not only were both fans of Pratchett, but we actually met thanks to him, through the dedicated IRC channel at lspace.org which had been set up for the alt.fan.pratchett newsgroup. What’s more, his documentary this year on assisted suicide and the dignity of choosing your own death helped Sandra make up her mind once she was convinced she couldn’t go on anymore.She had thought about it before, but seeing that really firmed up her conviction not to suffer if there was no point to it. Reading Snuff therefore was a bittersweet experience.

Snuff itself is a typical late Pratchett novel, good but not outstanding with few surprises for the longtime fan. Once again, as in Jingo, The Fifth Elephant or Thud to name but three, Samuel Vines is taken out of his element and has to maintain the peace outside of his jurisdiction and once again there are powerful forces who profit from the lack of it he has to conquer. This time Vimes is sent on holiday to his wife, Lady Sybil Ramsbottom’s country estate to play the laird, something he’s not good at nor likes much. Fun is had with city boy Vimes’ discomfort with country ways, again as in previous novels. Finally, there’s yet another fantasy race rescued from its stereotypes: after trolls, dwarfs, golems, zombies and vampires it’s goblins this time.

And in the Discworld, goblins are natural victims: too weak to be respected for their strength like trolls and dwarfs, lacking the aura of danger of a vampire and with no special powers. Instead goblins practise the religion of Unggue, collecting their bodily fluids: snot, tears, ear wax, toenail clippings and the like, saving them in special Unggue pots they keep from birth and which is their only artform.

They share their fascination with icky stuff with Vimes’ young son, five years old and into things that go plop and all that; he loves the countryside and approaches his interests scientifically. Much of which is encouraged by young Sam’s favourite author, Felicity Beedle, author of some 57 books, most of which have something to do with poo. Felicity Beedle turns out to be living nearby and to be a goblins rights advocate, attempting to teach them to read and write.

While as usual with the Vimes novels, society is the ultimate villain, but having another patented Pratchett psychopath, Stratford, as the bad guy Vimes has to beat personally, culminating in one of the best set pieces I’ve seen in the Discworld series.

Snuff is not an innovative or surprising Discworld novel — and if you were expecting it to be you really don’t understand Pratchett. The thing about the Discworld is that Pratchett has always build on what came before in the series, through evolution rather than revolution, that for the most part you know what you are going to get going in. What’s important is the story and I found Snuff to be as good as any late Discworld novel.

Since Terry Pratchett has been diagnosed with Alzheimers and this became public knowledge, it is tempting to speculative if this is or is not visible in his writing. One change that is visible is that he has started to dictate rather than write his last few novels; it’s slightly less focused, more flabby, in somewhat the same way that when you speak you tend to be more sloppy than when you’re writing the same sentences. But apart from that I can’t say I’ve noticed much of Pratchett’s Alzheimer problems…