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ORCSLAYER

An engaging if derivative fantasy tale.

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A snappy serial in the Tolkein vein draws its heroes and villains from a somewhat tired set of fantasy tropes, but Long’s storytelling ability makes it worthwhile.

The story takes place in a Middle Earth–like realm populated by the usual suspects of the Tolkein-inspired fantasy world: humans, dwarves, elves, orcs and goblins. The species are allied as they are in The Lord of the Rings: Dwarves and humans fight against orcs and goblins, while elves stand in the shadows. The eighth installment in the Warhammer series, Orcslayer follows the continuing exploits of the dwarf Gotrek and his human companion (and warrior-scribe) Felix. Gotrek is a Slayer, a mighty dwarf warrior who, because of some past shame, is bound by oath to seek glorious death in battle. Felix, a wittier fictional creation, is Gotrek’s epic-maker, the poet charged with recording Gotrek’s adventures and, one posthumous day, setting them down in verse. The forces of Chaos (presumably capitalized for dramatic effect) are brewing in the North, and the swarthy kamikaze Gotrek sets forth to seek his demise. However, he is sidetracked when a local dwarfish royal enlists him to aid in retaking a stronghold now overrun by orcs. Gotrek, Felix and a band of fellow dwarves with comically Nordic monikers (Narin Blowhardsson, among others) rush into battle. But the sundry crew quickly realizes that their orc foes are under the control of a much more mysterious–and dangerous–enemy, a fact that does not deter them from aggressively slashing their way across the countryside. Long relishes each pint of orc blood spilled, and delights in describing every axe-blow, sword-thrust and arrow trajectory–and there are more than enough of each to go around. Despite the sometimes tiresome buildup of fantasy battles, the narrative maintains the momentum throughout.

An engaging if derivative fantasy tale.

Pub Date: Nov. 14, 2006

ISBN: 1-84416-391-1

Page Count: -

Publisher: N/A

Review Posted Online: May 23, 2010

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THE GOLEM AND THE JINNI

Two lessons: Don’t discount a woman just because she’s made of clay, and consider your wishes carefully should you find that...

Can’t we all just get along? Perhaps yes, if we’re supernatural beings from one side or another of the Jewish-Arab divide.

In her debut novel, Wecker begins with a juicy premise: At the dawn of the 20th century, the shtetls of Europe and half of “Greater Syria” are emptying out, their residents bound for New York or Chicago or Detroit. One aspirant, “a Prussian Jew from Konin, a bustling town to the south of Danzig,” is an unpleasant sort, a bit of a bully, arrogant, unattractive, but with enough loose gelt in his pocket to commission a rabbi-without-a-portfolio to build him an idol with feet of clay—and everything else of clay, too. The rabbi, Shaalman, warns that the ensuing golem—in Wecker’s tale, The Golem—is meant to be a slave and “not for the pleasures of a bed,” but he creates her anyway. She lands in Manhattan with less destructive force than Godzilla hit Tokyo, but even so, she cuts a strange figure. So does Ahmad, another slave bottled up—literally—and shipped across the water to a New York slum called Little Syria, where a lucky Lebanese tinsmith named Boutros Arbeely rubs a magic flask in just the right way and—shazam!—the jinni (genie) appears. Ahmad is generally ticked off by events, while The Golem is burdened with the “instinct to be of use.” Naturally, their paths cross, the most unnatural of the unnaturalized citizens of Lower Manhattan—and great adventures ensue, for Shaalman is in the wings, as is a shadowy character who means no good when he catches wind of the supernatural powers to be harnessed. Wecker takes the premise and runs with it, and though her story runs on too long for what is in essence a fairy tale, she writes skillfully, nicely evoking the layers of alienness that fall upon strangers in a strange land.

Two lessons: Don’t discount a woman just because she’s made of clay, and consider your wishes carefully should you find that magic lamp.

Pub Date: April 23, 2013

ISBN: 978-0-06-211083-1

Page Count: 496

Publisher: Harper/HarperCollins

Review Posted Online: March 30, 2013

Kirkus Reviews Issue: April 15, 2013

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RULES FOR A KNIGHT

Just the thing for those who want their New Age nostrums wrapped in medieval kit.

If you don’t have a woeful countenance already, this knight’s tale will slap one on you right quick.

It’s 1483, and down in Cornwall, a knight is writing a farewell to his children against the possibility that he may fall in battle in a war against the Thane of Cawdor. Not the one whose title King Macbeth usurped 400 years earlier, it would seem—though, given the anachronistic nature of this book, anything’s possible. Take, for instance, a moment just a few pages in, when our seasoned and grown-up knight, settling into his yarn, recalls that the knight to whom he apprenticed as a young man began his tutelage with a nice cuppa. That’s all very well and good, except that tea was unknown in the Middle Ages; a stickler will tell you that it first turns up a century and a half after the events actor/novelist Hawke (Ash Wednesday, 2002, etc.) recounts. That’s either magical realism or sloppiness, both of which this latest effort abounds in. Take the nostrum that Good Sir Knight Senior imparts to Junior: “You are better than no one, and no one is better than you.” All very nicely egalitarian, that, but a bit out of step with the elaborate hierarchy of medieval equerry and nobility. And more: “The simple joys are the great ones. Pleasure is not complicated.” Tell it to Abelard and Heloise, oh Obi-Wan. Elsewhere Hawke merrily (and again anachronistically) stuffs in a well-known Buddhist tale, the punch line to which is, “I set that boy down hours ago, but I see you are still carrying him.” Ah, well. By all appearances, Hawke aspires to write a modern Siddhartha, but what we wind up with is more along the lines of watered-down Mitch Albom—and that’s a very weak cup of tea indeed.

Just the thing for those who want their New Age nostrums wrapped in medieval kit.

Pub Date: Nov. 10, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-307-96233-1

Page Count: 144

Publisher: Knopf

Review Posted Online: Aug. 15, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2015

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