Sunday, June 27, 2021
Beneath the Stains of Time: Deadly Thunder (1998) by Seimaru Amagi
Friday, June 18, 2021
FFB Review: A HUNGER IN THE SOUL (1998) by Mike Resnick Reviewed by Barry Ergang
Michael
Drake hasn’t been seen or heard from by Men for fifteen years, but he’s famous
throughout the Democracy as “the man who developed the ybonia vaccine,”
which saved billions upon billions of lives, and for which “he refused all
payment or royalties.”
Enoch
Stone, the story’s first-person narrator, is “the first Man to set down on
forty-three different worlds,” as he explains to one Robert H. Markham: “I’ve
seen lakes and mountains and deserts no one else has seen to this day. I’ve
brought back half the animals that are mounted in this…museum and half the
artifacts that are on display.”
Stone,
who lost a leg in a previous expedition and has a prosthetic, and who suffers
from recurrent bouts of jungle fever, is presently a museum staffer who hates
his work compared with that from his previous life, but who bitterly accepts
its necessity.
All
kinds of reasoning suggests that Michael Drake may be dead or, if alive, not
wanting to be found. Robert Markham is a glory hound journalist with seemingly
unlimited funds backing him who is determined to find Drake and bring him back
to find a cure for a mutation of the ybonia virus that has
spread to three hundred worlds. Drake was last seen on Bushveld, and Markham
wants Stone to put together as quickly as possible an expedition to that
“totally undeveloped world.” Markham has already hired two holographers who
will record the entirety of the expedition.
Despite
his dubiety about the project, Stone finds himself making out a list for
Markham indicating what kinds of help, weapons, clothing and other supplies
they’ll need, thinking “It’s amazing what a man will do when presented with the
possibility, no matter how remote, of galaxywide fame.”
Thus
begins an expedition in which the participants thereof encounter all manner of
obstacles—some fatal—and in which several of them reveal their true selves, a
couple of whom are close friends of Stone, but most notably Markham, whose
self-aggrandizement is both callous and boundless, and about whom Stone says:
“It was not the first time I wondered if he was simply too brave by half, or
out-and-out crazy.”
Narrated
in a straightforward prose style, A Hunger in the Soul is,
typical of Resnick, a fast-moving science-fiction novel that is compelling and
adventurous but far from superficial. It’s one of those character studies that
will leave readers with significant afterthoughts, especially when it comes to
the price of fame and power and immortality.
Does
Markham find Drake? A Hunger in the Soul is gnawlingly worth a
reader’s time to find out.
Barry Ergang ©2018, 2021
Barry Ergang’s parody of Mike Resnick’s novel The Soul Eater is available at Amazon and Smashwords.
Friday, November 27, 2020
FFB Review: Instruments of Night (1998) by Thomas H. Cook Reviewed by Barry Ergang
For this final Friday in November as you
surface from your Turkey driven coma, I offer you Barry’s Review of Instruments
of Night by Thomas H. Cook. The review originally ran in late 2007 and then
again in 2012, so it has been quite some time since it saw the light of day
here. After you read his review and mosey around here, make sure you ride over
to Patti Abbott’s blog as well as Aubrey
Nye Hamilton’s Happiness Is A Warm Book blog and see what they
suggest today. Be sure to comment with your own FFB reviews and links.
Instruments of Night (1998) by Thomas H. Cook
reviewed by Barry Ergang
Novelist Paul Graves is a man
literally haunted by his past. The ghosts of one grim and brutal night invade
his thoughts daily, summoned or unbidden, and lend their power to his books.
Raised on a small farm in
In the story's present, a
forty-five-year-old Graves lives a life of self-imposed relative seclusion in
Graves is invited to
Riverwood, an estate in the
Reluctant at first,
What might seem like a dry
historical probe is rendered dramatic by
I should add, for Golden Age
fans, that although Instruments of Night is very much a psychological
thriller, it's also a fairly-clued mystery. The key clue is extremely subtle
and easily overlooked.
I discovered Edgar Allan Poe
in early adolescence, William Faulkner in my late teens. What struck me about
both of their prose styles was the quality of envelopment: you might be sitting
in a riotous, crowded stadium during the Super Bowl or the World Series, but if
you were reading one of their stories, you'd feel as though you were alone in
inky blackness, aswirl in the story's events. Thomas H. Cook—at least in this
novel, the first of his I've read—conveys that same envelopment.
So why am I torn about this
book?
It's very well-written,
Cook's prose often lyrical. The characters are properly fleshed-out, the pacing
spot-on, and the suspense carefully built and sustained.
But its tone is unremittingly
dark. In short stories like Poe's, where uniformity of tone was a goal, that
quality is tolerable. Many of Faulkner's darker novels were occasionally
relieved by moments of levity. Not so Instruments of Night. Cook
sometimes overdoes
With that caveat in
place, I can recommend Instruments of Night as worth your time.
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Barry Ergang © 2007, 2012, 2020
Derringer Award-winner Barry Ergang’s written
work has appeared in numerous publications, print and electronic. Some of it is
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Monday, August 03, 2020
Beneath the Stains of Time: Sherlock Holmes and the Chinese Junk Affair and Other Stories (1998) by Roy Templeman
Friday, August 23, 2019
FFB Review: THE LAST BEST HOPE (1998) by Ed McBain Reviewed by Barry Ergang
It's not long thereafter that a man's body is found on a beach in Calusa, the face gone from a shotgun blast. A driver's license and Visa card in the man's pockets suggest he's Jack Lawton. But when Jill is summoned to positively identify the body, she instantly determines from the absence of a miniscule blue dot on his Adam's apple that the man is not her husband.
Matthew puts a firm of private investigators on the case, and on his own phones a precinct in the city where Jack was last known to have been. The city is unnamed; the precinct is the 87th; the detective Matthew talks to is Steve Carella.
Thus McBain melds two series and the sleuths therefrom, each working in different locations on the same case.
As the body count increases and surprises unfold, McBain with the skill his fans know and love conveys the story's past and present from different angles and viewpoints, switching among the various investigators and multiple villains. The reader is taken into the heads of the characters, all of whom are believably fleshed-out, and comes to know them from their conversations with others and their internal monologues—another McBain trademark.
The Last Best Hope never lets up—it's a superb example of a "page-turner"—as characters and events converge in a wild climax tense with excitement but leavened with humor situational, coincidental, and authorial. The lyric from a song in a James Bond movie aptly sums up Ed McBain: "Nobody does it better."
Barry Ergang © 2007, 2019






