It’s a shame that Baruth’s real strength as a character-driven storyteller is too often eclipsed by arid think-tank...
Baruth’s first full-length fiction (after linked stories and a novella, not reviewed) is an unsatisfying hybrid: a time-travel extravaganza that’s also a political novel featuring Bill Clinton.
It’s 2055, and the outlook for the US is dire. The Cigarette Wars have been going on for 30 years, the US is losing ground to the Sino-Russian Alliance, and whole swaths of the West are controlled by homegrown right-wing militias. The origins of the Wars lie in the Clinton Administration’s decision in the 1990s to push for NATO expansion (real) and the Anti-Tobacco Accords (invented). Go back in time, annul those decisions, and nip the Wars in the bud: the NSC in 2055 can do all that. The key figure is BC, still alive at 109 and working in Little Rock with narrator Sal Hayden, a female historian, his authorized biographer, and the world’s greatest expert on BC. The NSC needs Sal’s help as “script consultant,” so they lock down the Arkansas facility with a Clancyesque flourish and draft her, under protest. She has three handlers code-named James (for Carville), George (for Stephanopoulos), and Virginia, a “bodyist,” who will seduce—or kill—as directed. The four fly into 1963 Vegas to watch the Patterson-Liston fight (huh?) before their real assignment, recruiting/kidnapping the 16-year-old BC (yBC), who will then persuade his older 1995 self to scrap those decisions. It’s all baloney, of course, both as narrative (endless set-up, nonexistent payoff) and as geopolitics (Orwell’s 1984 with a high-tech gloss). What’s fresh, interestingly, is BC himself, whether as a teenager already demonstrating his formidable people skills, or as an immensely old man, still the same mix of charm, empathy, self-pity and tantrums; Baruth even gets mischievous fun out of a confrontation between Sal and a programmed BC at an interactive mock-up of a White House Coffee.
It’s a shame that Baruth’s real strength as a character-driven storyteller is too often eclipsed by arid think-tank scenarios.Pub Date: Nov. 11, 2003
ISBN: 0-553-80294-1
Page Count: 382
Publisher: Bantam
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 2003
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.
Are we not men? We are—well, ask Bigfoot, as Brooks does in this delightful yarn, following on his bestseller World War Z(2006).
A zombie apocalypse is one thing. A volcanic eruption is quite another, for, as the journalist who does a framing voice-over narration for Brooks’ latest puts it, when Mount Rainier popped its cork, “it was the psychological aspect, the hyperbole-fueled hysteria that had ended up killing the most people.” Maybe, but the sasquatches whom the volcano displaced contributed to the statistics, too, if only out of self-defense. Brooks places the epicenter of the Bigfoot war in a high-tech hideaway populated by the kind of people you might find in a Jurassic Park franchise: the schmo who doesn’t know how to do much of anything but tries anyway, the well-intentioned bleeding heart, the know-it-all intellectual who turns out to know the wrong things, the immigrant with a tough backstory and an instinct for survival. Indeed, the novel does double duty as a survival manual, packed full of good advice—for instance, try not to get wounded, for “injury turns you from a giver to a taker. Taking up our resources, our time to care for you.” Brooks presents a case for making room for Bigfoot in the world while peppering his narrative with timely social criticism about bad behavior on the human side of the conflict: The explosion of Rainier might have been better forecast had the president not slashed the budget of the U.S. Geological Survey, leading to “immediate suspension of the National Volcano Early Warning System,” and there’s always someone around looking to monetize the natural disaster and the sasquatch-y onslaught that follows. Brooks is a pro at building suspense even if it plays out in some rather spectacularly yucky episodes, one involving a short spear that takes its name from “the sucking sound of pulling it out of the dead man’s heart and lungs.” Grossness aside, it puts you right there on the scene.
A tasty, if not always tasteful, tale of supernatural mayhem that fans of King and Crichton alike will enjoy.Pub Date: June 16, 2020
ISBN: 978-1-9848-2678-7
Page Count: 304
Publisher: Del Rey/Ballantine
Review Posted Online: Feb. 9, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 1, 2020
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A celebration of fantasy that melds modern ideology with classic tropes. More of these dragons, please.
After 1,000 years of peace, whispers that “the Nameless One will return” ignite the spark that sets the world order aflame.
No, the Nameless One is not a new nickname for Voldemort. Here, evil takes the shape of fire-breathing dragons—beasts that feed off chaos and imbalance—set on destroying humankind. The leader of these creatures, the Nameless One, has been trapped in the Abyss for ages after having been severely wounded by the sword Ascalon wielded by Galian Berethnet. These events brought about the current order: Virtudom, the kingdom set up by Berethnet, is a pious society that considers all dragons evil. In the East, dragons are worshiped as gods—but not the fire-breathing type. These dragons channel the power of water and are said to be born of stars. They forge a connection with humans by taking riders. In the South, an entirely different way of thinking exists. There, a society of female mages called the Priory worships the Mother. They don’t believe that the Berethnet line, continued by generations of queens, is the sacred key to keeping the Nameless One at bay. This means he could return—and soon. “Do you not see? It is a cycle.” The one thing uniting all corners of the world is fear. Representatives of each belief system—Queen Sabran the Ninth of Virtudom, hopeful dragon rider Tané of the East, and Ead Duryan, mage of the Priory from the South—are linked by the common goal of keeping the Nameless One trapped at any cost. This world of female warriors and leaders feels natural, and while there is a “chosen one” aspect to the tale, it’s far from the main point. Shannon’s depth of imagination and worldbuilding are impressive, as this 800-pager is filled not only with legend, but also with satisfying twists that turn legend on its head. Shannon isn’t new to this game of complex storytelling. Her Bone Season novels (The Song Rising, 2017, etc.) navigate a multilayered society of clairvoyants. Here, Shannon chooses a more traditional view of magic, where light fights against dark, earth against sky, and fire against water. Through these classic pairings, an entirely fresh and addicting tale is born. Shannon may favor detailed explication over keeping a steady pace, but the epic converging of plotlines at the end is enough to forgive.
A celebration of fantasy that melds modern ideology with classic tropes. More of these dragons, please.Pub Date: Feb. 26, 2019
ISBN: 978-1-63557-029-8
Page Count: 848
Publisher: Bloomsbury
Review Posted Online: Dec. 22, 2018
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2019
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