Thursday, 2 February 2012

The masquerade - Venetian carnival and masks

Carnival is a festival traditionally held in Catholic and, to a lesser extent, Eastern Orthodox societies. The word carnival most likely comes from the Latin carnem levare or carnemlevarium which means to take away or remove meat. Other scholars argue for the origin from the Roman name for the festival of the Navigium Isidis (ship of Isis), where the image of Isis was carried to the sea-shore to bless the start of the sailing season, accompanied by smaller boats and a parade of masks. No matter who is right, the carnival was officially a religious event at first but soon its character changed. 

 The Lent period of the Liturgical year Church calendar, being the six weeks directly before Easter, was marked by fasting and other pious or penitential practices. Traditionally during Lent no parties or other celebrations were held, and people refrained from eating rich foods, such as meat, dairy, fats and sugar. The forty days of Lent, recalling the Gospel accounts of the forty days that Jesus spent in the wilderness, serve to mark an annual time of turning. In the days before Lent, all rich food and drink had to be disposed of – so eaten up. The consumption of this, in a giant party that involved the whole community, is thought to be the origin of Carnival. Some carnival traditions undoubtedly date back to pre-Christian times. The ancient Roman festivals of Saturnalia and Bacchanalia may possibly have been absorbed into the Italian Carnival. The Saturnalia, in turn, may be based on the Greek Dionysia and Oriental festivals.

While medieval pageants and festivals were church-sanctioned celebrations, carnival was also a manifestation of medieval folk culture. Some of the best-known traditions are carnival parades and masquerade balls with the participants disguised and covered by masks. These were first recorded in medieval Italy and the carnival of Venice was for a long time the most famous carnival in Europe. There could be no carnival without a mask, though.

 The first documented mention of the Carnival of Venice occurs in 1092 but the first mention of the wearing of carnival masks was made in 1268. The Venetian law makes noted of masked men who threw scented eggs at ladies during the carnival. The law prohibited this practice.

I took these photos at the 2010 Carnevale in V...
Contemporary Venetian carnival scene via Wikipedia
 The main purpose of the Venetian mask in the early centuries was to hide and protect the identity of the mask-wearer in order to avoid discovery during indecent activities, but as the severe social rules of the Serenissima Venetian Republic were created, it gradually changed into a symbol of disobedience and freedom. The purpose of the mask was to act as a barrier to keep somebody's identity unknown. The mask would permit the wearer to act more freely in cases where he or she wanted to interact with other members of the society outside the bounds of identity and everyday convention. It was useful for a variety of purposes, some of them illicit or criminal, others just personal, such as dates. Masks were mostly favored by the upper class so that they could go out freely and mingle without being recognized. Those who went out to act promiscuously, gamble, wanted to avoid creditors, or live a life of begging on the streets due to being impoverished by these creditors, strived to evade the scorned look.

Wearing a mask, however, was restricted to certain timing of the year due to new laws implemented in the 14th century by the Venetian Government in order to stop the moral decline of the Venetian people (it seems it is a recurring problem no matter what era). From the day after Christmas until Shrove Tuesday (marking the beginning and the end of the Venetian Carnevale), masks were allowed to be worn, but not during religious feasts. Along with these days, masks were worn during the two week of Ascension, as well as halfway through June and during official banquets and other celebrations of the Serenissima Republic. The laws stated that it was forbidden to masquerade at night, it was forbidden for men to enter convents dressed as women (and you can guess for what purpose), and it was forbidden for masqueraders to carry arms and enter churches.

 In 1797, when Venice came under the reign of King of Austria, the practice of wearing masks during celebrations was declared forbidden. The masks were not used again until 1979 when a group of undergraduate students revitalized the custom of Venetian masks to earn money by selling them to tourists. Since then, Venetian masks have become the signature of Venice and an integral part of the modern Venetian Carnevale. They are often characterized by their ornate design, featuring bright colours such as gold or silver and the use of complex decorations in the baroque style.
Italiano: Maschere veneziane - Baùta
Classic Bauta mask via Wikipedia

 The most common mask types 

 The Bauta

 Bauta (sometimes referred as baùtta) is a mask which covers the whole face, with a stubborn chin line, no mouth, and lots of gilding. The mask has a square jaw line often pointed and tilted upwards to enable the wearer to talk, eat and drink easily without having to remove the mask thereby preserving their anonymity. The Bauta was often accompanied by a red cape and a tricorn hat. It was worn by men. In 18th century, the Bauta had become a standardized society mask and disguise regulated by the Venetian government. It was obligatory to wear it at certain political decision-making events when all citizens were required to act anonymously as peers. Only citizens had the right to use the Bauta. Its role was similar to the anonymizing processes invented to guarantee general, direct, free, equal and secret ballots in modern democracies. Today the Bauta and the Moretta styles are sometimes blended.

Nice but mute -
the moretta mask
 The Moretta (Servetta Muta) 

 The Moretta mask is one of the most traditional designs of Venetian female masks. Originating in France it was quickly taken up by the fashion conscious Venetian women. It is a dark colored mask (hence the name, moretta meaning “a little black one”) depicting intrigue. The Moretta mask was oval in shape with no mouth opening, just eye holes. Traditionally the mask was worn with a veil so giving total anonymity to its wearer. Originally it was made of black velvet the features are expressionless. The mask was held in place by biting on a special button sewn on the inside of the mask using front teeth so rendering the wearer mute. This is why the Moretta mask is also called the Servetta Muta meaning mute maid servant.

The lack of verbal communication this mask imposed meant that Venetian women had to use their body language a lot. It encouraged coquettish behavior; the tilt of the head, the fluttering of eye lashes, the touch of a hand all became an intricate part of flirtation. Its expressionless face meant that the female wearer had to use her body much as a mime artist would today. When worn, the Moretta mask accentuated all the attributes that Venetians considered to be the height of desirability and femininity. In an era where women's views were seen as unimportant and where the women were judged on their physical attributes alone the mask accentuated the soft feminine lines of the female face but made its wearer unable to speak, eat and/or drink. It really speaks volumes about the treatment of women in the Venetian society.

 The Moretta mask was worn to gambling houses, for affairs and when visiting convents where vows of silence were observed. Its popularity was short lived as by 1760 it had disappeared.. Thankfully todays Moretta masks are designed with ribbon ties to secure it. They can be crafted from leather, cloth or paper mache. Most are still blank in either black or white as tradition dictates. The leather Moretta masks are probably the most comfortable, allowing the skin to breath and molding to the shape of the wearers face.

Columbina mask - for those vain and pretty
 Columbina 

 The Columbina (also known as Columbine and Columbino) is a half mask often highly decorated with gold, silver, crystals and feathers. It is held up to the face by a baton or tied with ribbon as with most other Venetian masks. The columbine was popularized by an early actress in the Commedia dell'arte of the same name. It is said it was designed for her because she, being a vain woman like many actresses, did not wish to have her beautiful face covered completely.

 Medico Della Peste (The Plague Doctor) 

English: Medico Della Peste - "plague doc...
Medico Della Peste mask via Wikipedia
 The Medico Della Peste with its long beak is one of the most bizarre and recognisable of the Venetian masks. The striking design has a macabre history originating from 17th century French physician Charles de Lorme who adopted the mask together with other sanitary precautions while treating plague victims. It is a full face mask, most often white, with curved eye holes and a hollow beak. The mask is covered with crystal discs to create a bespectacled effect.

 Today, the masks are often more decorative. The doctors who followed de Lorme's example wore the usual black hat and long black cloak as well as the mask, white gloves and a stick (to move patients without having to come into physical contact). They hoped these precautions would prevent them contracting the disease. Those who wear the plague doctor mask often also wear the associated clothing of the plague doctor. The popularity of the Medico della Peste among carnivale celebrants can be seen as a “memento mori” (remember about death). This mask is perhaps the most enigmatic and distinguishable of all Venetian masks. It is typically worn with a black hat and a cloak by men.

 Volto (Larva) 

A modern volto mask with a headdress
 The classic larva, also called the volto mask, is mainly white. It covers the whole face but it often has individual facial features. It is worn with a tricorn and cloak. It is thought the word "larva" comes from the Latin meaning "mask" or "ghost". Like the bauta, the shape of the mask allowed the wearer to breathe, drink, and speak easily without having to remove the mask completely. The volto was made of fine wax cloth and so was light and comfortable to wear, making it ideal for a night of socializing and dancing.

Now I suppose you are well-prepared for  your masquerade - enjoy!



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Sunday, 29 January 2012

Review: Theft of Swords (The Riyria Revelations 01, 02) by Michael J. Sullivan

Book info:
Form: pdf e-book
Genre: fantasy
Target audience: fantasy fans young and old

Synopsis (mostly from Goodreads):


This book was originally self-published in two parts, entitled The Crown Conspiracy and Avempartha.  

Royce Melborn, a skilled thief-for-hire, and his mercenary partner, Hadrian Blackwater, make a profitable living carrying out dangerous assignments for conspiring nobles, often double-crossing them in the meantime. One day, however, they accept a deceptively easy and too-profitable-to-be-true job. All they have to do is to pilfer a famed sword, preventing a death of an innocent man. Their earnings will assure them a comfortable winter. Well, nothing is as dangerous as a good deal in the form of a good dead especially offered at very short notice. Soon enough they find themselves in royal dungeons, framed for the murder of the king and trapped in a conspiracy that uncovers a plot far greater than the mere overthrow of a small dynasty of a tiny kingdom. 


Can a self-serving thief and an idealistic swordsman survive long enough to unravel the first part of an ancient mystery that has toppled kings and destroyed empires in order to keep a secret too terrible for the world to know? And so begins the first tale of treachery and adventure, sword fighting and magic, myth and legend

What I liked:

First let me tell you that this novel was constructed like a solid bit of good architecture - the right proportions, accents laid out properly, the right number of characters, everything in perfect order. Small wonder I couldn't stop reading it till the very end. The plot progressed smoothly and was quite engaging, the world building was original and interesting, mentioning magicians, elves, half-elves and dwarves. I loved the cast of secondary characters, especially Princess Arista,  Alric, her younger brother and the heir apparent, Myron, a monk librarian with eidetic memory and of course my lovely  pearl of a baddie, Archibald Ballentyne - young, handsome, rich, full of himself and... a total jerk! Well done!

What's more commendable the author avoided several traps which often plague such stories. When a princess is saved, her saviour doesn't fall in love with her (thanks goodness!) and she doesn't fall in love with him. When a young, spoilt and rather dumb prince is made a king he, surprisingly, tries to be a good monarch and he actually manages that with a little help of his friends. No insta-love, no unbelievable happy ending!

The comic relief came in the form of Myron who had lived a completely secluded monastery life since he was four and then, all of a sudden, was forced out of his shell to explore the world and its wonders. I enjoyed every scene with him!

What I didn't like:

I found the two main protagonists, Hadrian and Royce, a bit too two-dimensional. Hadrian is Mr. Social Skills and Mr. Muscle (no pun intended lol!) Royce is Mr. Break-and-Enter and Mr. Strategist. All good and clear but too schematic. I must add that their amazing lack of cynicism was also sometimes too obvious to swallow. Ok, Royce at least tried to be sensible, while Hadrian...he often acts like a noble knight in a shiny armour, riding that spotless white horse which doesn't exist. You can say I am jaded but here I missed some dark fantasy grit. Real thieves and thugs are far more mercenary and cruel, far less influenced by those "woe me, pity me" stories. Well., maybe it will make more sense in the next installment - I do hope for more character development as it was definitely hinted here!

My last quibble - there were some small info-dumps in this novel which almost, ALMOST made me bored. Fortunately the author managed to keep them relatively short. What's more, the knowledge was put to use soon afterwards so it made sense after a while.

Final verdict:

There is nothing like a decent fantasy book to soothe your nerves and make you happy after a long day of hard work. Yes, I will continue to read this series and I recommend it to every fantasy fan. It is entertaining, it is well-written and it doesn't contain graphic violence.



Friday, 27 January 2012

Review: Lothaire by Kresley Cole

Book info:
Form: pdf e-book
Genre paranormal romance
Target audience: adults

 Warning:

 It is a part of hugely popular series which I read, despite being repeatedly told not to, completely out of order (it is, I believe, the book number 12). Due to that fact my review might be skewed and rather unjust although still fully reflecting my personal opinion. 

 Synopsis:

 One old, bad, murderous vampire called Lothaire the Ennemy of Old looks for his bride – he needs her badly because she only can ‘blood’ him, in other words make him function again. Without a bride any vampire is ‘frozen’ – no hearbeat, no sex, no fun. Ok, he can have fun providing he loves carnage…but after several centuries the effects of even the best carnage can wear off.

 Finally Lothaire finds his bride. Her name is Ellie and she is a hillbilly gal from Appalachians, born and raised in a little dingy trailer among a family of miners. What cheer. Small wonder he believes for half of the story that his real bride must be somebody else - like a demonic goddess hiding in Ellie’s luscious body, reemerging from time to time to demand clothes, jewels, clothes, a nice carnage, shoes, more clothes, spa treatment, blood, clothes, sacrifices, jewels, clothes…you get the drift. Poor undereducated Ellie who did a time in prison due to that goddess’s bloodthirsty habits, has just one hidden weapon, one advantage and one chance: sex. Will it be enough? Who will Lothaire appreciate more and for what reason? Will Ellie get rid of her demonic parasite who is hell-bent on destroying her soul? 

What I liked: 

 Despite the snark that somehow sneaked (or snuck) into my synopsis at an early stage this book had some advantages. Firstly and foremostly it had a sense of humour. Clashing together the worlds of Ellie and Lothaire provided a lot of comic relief. I admit I sometimes laughed despite myself – not a bad thing in my current depressive mood. Lothaire is pretty much all that he was billed to be: snarky, crazy, hilarious, and completely out of his league when having to deal with Ellie.

 What’s more the book mentioned some great and profound issues. It showed that you must be really careful what you wish for. It proved that going to bed with somebody is not the same as falling in love with him/her even if sex was good. It argued that greed is bad as it might make you as blind as a bat and happiness is worth every sacrifice, even if it means hurting your own ego. It downplayed the vengeance and praised family values. Too bad that, in my humble opinion, all of these truths were hidden in a very cheesy mush of a plot.

 What I didn’t like: 

 Hmm…let me think. In order to enjoy this one I would have to be logically impaired. Seriously. Although I am not a great philosopher, just a simple working woman, I sometimes cannot switch off thinking while reading. When I am handed a wrong book…woe is me.

 Let’s start with the first chapter. Here we are introduced to Ivana the Bold, the proud and beautiful vampire mother of young Lothaire. This woman, in a fit of righteous rage, defies publicly the king of Horda, a very powerful vampire, her ex-lover and the father of her child under whose roof she lives; as a result she is thrown with her son out of the castle. The conditions outside are brutal – think winter in Siberia. What’s more the happy daddy murders his boy’s favourite puppy as a good-bye gift in order to get his message across. You. Are. Not. Wanted. Here. Eff. Off. All good and well, sadistic vampire fathers happen, but in the same chapter we are told that a) Ivana comes from the royal line of the Daci, a species of vampires who are very clever, cunning and extremely wise creatures b) she cares about her son more than about her own life. Well, riddle me this: how come a mother and a very clever creature who schemes as she breathes could have endangered the well-being of her only offspring just to have a good, cat-fight with her ex-lover over a human woman, allegedly lesser than animals? Her brain went on holiday?

 Then the same woman finds herself trapped and surrounded by human peasants. Her father (one selfish swine in the form of the Daci king) is near but he doesn’t come to rescue her in order not to endanger the secret location of his hidden kingdom. Ivana burries her sonny in a snow mould breaking and blooding her nails (awww) and then she exposes herself, being captured, gang-raped and burned to a cinder. Wait a moment…she was supposed to be a vampire, right? A male vampire can lift a whole train without breaking out into a sweat. As a female she might be weaker so let her lift just one measly wagon. Still she is far stronger than even a bunch of humans. Why couldn’t she defend herself? What was wrong? A momentary lapse of her abilities due to stress?

 I could continue quoting similar scenes and making my review obnoxiously long, repetitive and dull but I will spare you, my dear reader. Just one more thing: rarely did I read a book in which there were so many those horrible, truly horrible Russian swear words included. I grant it, the author got them perfectly right, the transcription and all. Perhaps if you don’t know Russian you might treat them just like innocuous local flavour as the main character is half Russian or something. Let me tell you, though, that I winced every single time I met them in the text. They are…well…I think I’ve written ‘horrible’ too many times in this paragraph so let me make use of my lovely Penguin Thesaurus. Dreadful. Appalling. Abominable. Detestable. Utterly Obscene. Here you go. If my poor mum heard me saying them she would smack me and tell me to wash my mouth with soap for fifteen minutes.

 Final verdict: 

 I know Kresley Cole is one beautiful woman who has many fans out there. She’s written many novels, got them published and people have been reading them – it is a huge achievement. I do not intend to make those people angry or insult their tastes. Some books are the right thing for you, some are not. This was not my cup of tea.

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Silent Saturday


Thursday, 19 January 2012

Of book reviewers and authors

Wendy Darling as portrayed in Disney's Peter Pan.
The Disney persona hiding one of my favourite reviewers out there via Wikipedia - yes,  Wendy Darling.
Usually it starts like this: a reviewer gets a book. It doesn't matter whether the publisher has sent it for free or it was legally purchased in a book shop or borrowed from a library. The book starts it all. The reviewer, who is primary its reader, doesn't like the book. He or she feels like sharing their negative feelings and they write a review; it might be snarky and/or funny, it might be angry  but not necessarily so. He or she might also include some pictures, animations or gifs to illustrate his or her point and make the whole review a bit different.
One example is linked below - an excellent review by Wendy Darling, posted on Goodreads, dealing with a book I don't intend to read (no pics).

Then the author sees the said review and feels outraged - his or her splendid work has been criticized publicly! Don't get me wrong - I can imagine it hurts, most probably a lot but I must admit some authors deal with their hurt feelings in a very mature way. I've witnessed such reactions first-hand on my blog and I admired them greatly although often my admiration for those authors' books was definitely less pronounced. Overall I can't complain - although I do write scathing reviews from time to time I've never been personally attacked. Some of my internet fellow bloggers have, for a change. Although I don't know them personally I felt outraged for their sake.

It is really surprising to what lenghts some authors, allegedly mature adults, often wives/husbands and mothers/fathers, are prepared to go when facing a criticizm, no matter whether constructive or not (I am going to deal with that particular problem later). They can attack the reviewer verbally on public sites such as the aforementioned Goodreads or Twitter or Facebook. They can launch a hatred campaign involving other parties, like their family and friends, which might consist of spamming, calling the reviewers horrible names on their blogs and cussing a lot. Do you think anybody deserves such a treatment just because they don't like your book? If you  honestly answer 'yes' then maybe you shouldn't write at all.

Then I surfed the blogosphere a bit and found different opinions about the whole issue. One of them left me even more angry - I mean the post written by Maggie Stiefvater on her blog. I do not suggest or assume that Ms Stiefvather has ever behaved in a way described by me above, far from it, but her assessment of the non-professional reviewers and their work left me very, very confused and angry.

Firstly, she stated that a review "(...) is an unbiased, careful look at a book — basically it is a little academic paper. It involves an itty-bitty thesis on your opinion of the book, surrounded by tiny supporting sentences describing the strengths and weaknesses of said book. Every month, dozens upon dozens of these reviews come out in professional journals." 


Well, I do try to write unbiased reviews but I know most often than not a review is anything but a scientific paper. It deals with your feelings and feelings are never unbiased. Ler me support my view quoting here the definitions of the verb 'review', taken from The Free Dictionary:


1. To look over, study, or examine again.
2. To consider retrospectively; look back on.
3. To examine with an eye to criticism or correction: reviewed the research findings.
4. To write or give a critical report on (a new work or performance, for example).
5. Law To reexamine (an action or determination) judicially, especially in a higher court, in order to correct possible errors.
6. To subject to a formal inspection, especially a military inspection.
v.intr.
1. To go over or restudy material: reviewing for a final exam.
2. To write critical reviews, especially for a newspaper or magazine.


The third definition speaks about examining but never mentions anything about it being as unbiased as a scientific paper. The fourth definition is even more pertinent here - giving a critical report doesn't require any evenhandedness, quite the opposite in fact. When you criticise a work of fiction or a work of art your feelings are as important as facts and numbers. Does a review have to be published in 'professional journals?" No, not at all, especially in an era of the Internet and digitalized mass media - look at the second meaning of 'review' as an intransitive verb. You can write for a newspaper or magazine but it is not necessary.

Well, if it was the matter of a simple definition I wouldn't bother to write this essay of mine but Ms Stiefvater went on saying:

"Let's talk about the negative "reviews" that authors have been lashing out at. They often involve animated gifs, swearing, and snark. They're often quite funny. But here's the thing, though. When a blogger writes a biased, hilarious, snarky rundown of a book they despised, he/ she is not writing a review. They are writing a post about a book. I'm not saying that bloggers shouldn't write biased, hilarious, snarky rundowns of books. I'm saying that those rundowns are not reviews.
Well, reading that fragment I hit the roof. Almost literaly. So if your review is: a) negative, b)illustrated by gifs and pictures c) funny and snarky d) biased it doesn't qualify as a review at all but should be called 'a post', 'a rundown' or 'an entry' ? My foot !!! It is still a review, according to the definitions quoted above!



In any good literature review your personal voice is the most important factor! YOUR VOICE must be heard!!  You might use the research or selected arguments to support your voice but without it the whole review might be better left unpublished because it is not worth a dime!
























An example: let me present a very bad, almost illiterate pearl of a very positive review:

"I lurves your book! Esily the bestest thing Ive ever read! I lurves you too! Mwah, mwah, my author!!Lurves your work!!! pleese more!!!mooooore!!!"

A review? Yes. A bad review? Yes, certainly so, mainly because the grammar sucks and there are no arguments presented. Would an author complain? Well... I haven't heard of such a case. Only negative reviews get bad press and are called 'rundowns' and such.

Of course some reviewers sometimes forget themselves as well - they try to insult authors they hate, they  get personal, cuss and turn into trolls who make your cyber life impossible. You should ignore them along with unruly authors. Here, I got as even-handed as I possibly can. Finally. But it is not a review!

Now a question to my fellow reviewers: have you ever been attacked by an author which book you criticized? If yes, how did it finish?

If you are an author: how do you deal with negatives reviews of your work? What's the best approach in your opinion?
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Wednesday, 18 January 2012

Review: Half Way to the Grave (Night Huntress 01) by Jeaniene Frost


Book form: pdf format e-book
Genre: urban/adult romance/action/suspense/vampire
Target audience: adult (explicit sex scenes, dirty language and a lot of innuendo)

Synopsis:

 Catherine Kathleen Crawfield, by friends and enemies known as Cat, is  a half-vampire half human, probably the only of her kind. Her main occupation and pastime is hunting vampires. Once a vampire ruined her mother’s life, date-raping and neglecting her afterwards. Now, Cat lives to kill as many undead as she can find in nightclubs and discos, luring them outside with the help of her low cleavage and as much of her body exposed as it is legally possible. Her mum approves.
One night Cat is captured by Bones, a vampire bounty hunter and hit man – she killed his mark and then tried to do him in as well. Bones thinks Cat might work for another vampire and when he finds out he is wrong he forces her into a partnership. Cat is trained by him in exchange for finding her father. She learns far more than she’s bargained for. It seems vampires are as different as people; some of them are actually noble and good, something her mother didn’t know… Pretty soon Bones will have her convinced that being half-dead doesn't have to be such a horrible fate either. Before she can enjoy her newfound status as a kick-ass demon hunter, Cat and Bones are pursued by a group of killers. Now Cat will have to choose a side . . . and Bones is turning out to be as tempting as any man with a heartbeat. Will she be able to trust him, though?
What I liked:
Firstly and foremostly I was smitten by the sense of humour. I like it when the characters are witty and intelligent – with such characters I can forgive a book and an author a lot. Cat is perhaps not the sharpest tool in the drawer but Bones makes up for that. His calm and patient demeanor contrasts well with Cat's impulsive nature. What’s more those two have a lot of backbone. In short Jeaniene Frost has put a new spin on the vampire hunter theme, especially adding that slightly paranoid and definitely damaged mother to the whole set – a mother who turned her own daughter into a murderess in order to get her revenge.
Cat is a likeable character - strong, vibrant, damaged, outspoken and  sometimes rather naïve. She is struggling with what she is. Bones brings her to life - he takes her under his wing, trains her and falls in love with her. Her mother has done quite the number on her growing up making her believe that all vampires are evil and she is a bit evil herself unless she follows her mother’s advice and kills as many of these dirty demons  as she can. Bones challenges her prejudice and brings out the best in her.
I even enjoyed the background, especially the bit showing that the politicians can be in cahoots with whoever  gives them an advantage. That family can let you down no matter how hard you try to make it up to them. That life there to be lived whether you have a pulse or you pretend to have one. Such topics gave this novel definitely more serious overtone than I expected.
Also let me tell you that the end was unexpected, taking the whole storyline down a surprising turn. It is not a cliffhanger but as close as you can get.
What I didn’t like:
This book is like deep-fry spring rolls  with double French fries (or chips if you live across the pond) and no salad. A big, greasy, delicious meal but even if you wash it away with a diet coke you know you will regret it later. After reading it I felt my cholesterol levels spike, clogging my synapses and shutting up my poor brain. I asked myself some serious questions I was too ashamed to answer. Bad, bad Anachronist.
Well, to be absolutely honest I must admit Half Way to the Grave is filled with gratuitous scenes of jealousy, flirting, snogging, sex on the stairs, sex elsewhere and proclamations of love - the stuff you can find galore in any decent fanfiction. The sex orginates from Bones and Cat, our main protagonist. Some other characters come into this story but they're not important because they're not having sex. Sad.
There is also the question of the main character's full name… when it was finally revealed it made me laugh out loud. Either it's a joke, or the author didn't bother to Google her first and middle names, or  we should just believe that the character's mother is so far "out there" that she deliberately named her daughter the same name twice ! 
I’ve also read in other reviews that Bones is Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel TV show (I haven’t watched it, so I can’t tell). Right. Let the lawyers take care of it.
Final verdict:
One more food analogy – this book had perhaps no nutritional value, probably not what you would choose if you could have whatever you wanted, but at the right time and the right place, it really hits the spot. If you are a fan of urban fantasy, I recommend it. It was still good escapist fun and I enjoyed it.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Mini Review: Miss Bannerman and the Duke by Fenella J. Miller

This book was provided by the author's publisher via my lady Blodeuedd's excellent blog in return for an honest review. I haven't been compensated for writing the said review in any way and the fact that the book came free of charge didn't influence me either.  


Book form: e-book pdf format
Genre: historical romance (like 5% historical, 95% romance)
Target audience: women and girls who like pink dresses


Synopsis:

Two young sisters are climbing a tree when their older brother brings some male friends home. Each of those guests catches one girl helping them to descent. Later on they marry. Oh, and in-between there are some balls to be attended and different outfits to be described and ruined. And jewellery. You can dance a waltz only with your betrothed in order not to scandalize the ladies of the ton. Isn’t this rule rather silly?

Good girl review:

It was a sweet read, more a longer novella than a short novel, about twin girls who get exactly those husbands they dream of. Amelia is a golden-haired angel and she is paired with a more flashy but poorer guy; still she fancies him a lot. I think the buyer's regrets will come in time. ;p Rosamond is a bit of a tomboy and an original so she scores higher – the Duke of Essex, no less, a fine gent in his prime who understands her like no other and is filthy rich. Have I mentioned their mutual understanding yet? Awwww…and horses, do not let me forget their horses…you know it is a match made in heaven when your horse falls for the horse of your partner, right? Pour some pink champagne and say it with me in unison: awww…

Bad girl review:

Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” would be a perfect soundtrack here, perhaps with a dash of Behemoth. No story. There was simple no story - just balls and dresses and every Jill gets her Jack as soon as possible or even sooner without major complications or problems. Insta-love is rampant and I haven ‘t found any significant character development whatsoever. Apart from the horses, mentioned above, the book also features a homeless puppy found in the park – vermin- infested but what are those servants for, right? My inner Punk yawned and swore, my inner Goth went out looking for a vampire to share a pint of blood. Without the Magic Flute of Mr. Mozart (more precisely the Queen of Night aria “Der Hölle Rache”) I wouldn’t be able to finish it. Fortunately it was short. Just ten repetitions and I was almost at the end. Still…”Der Hölle Rache kocht in meinem Herzen; Tod und Verzweiflung flammet um mich her!...”

The quote that sums it all:

“The Duke of Essex was no longer proud and disdainful and Rose Bannerman was no longer prejudiced and wild. True love, as it always does, had changed them both.”


My foot! Even Miss Jane Austen would give a very polite snort.

Final verdict:

Bad girl wins - I didn’t enjoy this one but I love Mozart.