Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reading. Show all posts

Sunday, 23 February 2014

Jasper Fforde's Thursday Next Series

So! After a lengthy hiatus I've got my arse in gear and decided to review what I've read of Jasper Fforde's work, which begins with The Eyre Affair. I was given this book for free by a passer-by, volunteering for World Book Night and was pleasantly surprised to find that I enjoyed it.

It's a little difficult to explain with any kind of brevity the premise of the Thursday Next series. They take place in a parallel universe, essentially quite similar to our own except that steam power prevails over any other technological advancements, the Crimean War is still being fought, time travel is possible and literature is arguably the most important commodity of the human race. It is particularly significant for the protagonist, Thursday, at any rate.  As a law enforcement agent for SpecOps, she works to prevent relatively petty crimes such as forgery -  that is until she becomes swept up by much more bizarre events.

I am currently reading the third of Fforde's seven (and counting, with an eighth to be released soon) book series, entitled The Well of Lost Plots, and although they are not the best written texts in the world - lacking the depth of character that I would count on to make a book really special, and sometimes erring on the side of simplicity, language-wise - I do enjoy them.  Considering how complex some of Fforde's ideas are, including pretty abstract notions such as being able to hear and communicate via footnotes whilst residing within Wordsworth's Daffodils, I personally think that the plainness of his writing is often necessary. If he got too flowery, these books would be very dense and difficult indeed.

On another positive note, the character of Ms Next is extremely likeable. No-nonsense and human, she shoulders the role of a 'strong, independent woman' - clichéd as it sounds - simply by being a regular person. She is funny and competent and caring. She also brings a note of normalcy to the strange, occasionally very far-fetched, world that she inhabits. Being able to relate to the protagonist is the key to my fondness for these books, aided by the elements of science fiction and the supernatural which make appearances throughout.

Finally, I would definitely recommend this series for anyone who considers themselves a bit of a literature geek. As an English graduate, I really appreciated the many references and jokes which rely on a knowledge of literary works, the English language and writing itself. And who doesn't love something that makes you feel smart? I really admire the ability of a writer not to talk down to their readers, and that's another thing Fforde's got going for him.  If you're not into your classics in a big way, it isn't essential to follow the plot or anything, but be warned - you may not enjoy these books as much as the next bookworm. In conclusion, perhaps not the most accomplished saga you will ever read, but some interesting concepts and, above all, a lot of fun.

Monday, 6 May 2013

The Last Werewolf by Glen Duncan


So for my first post, I've chosen a work by one of my favourite writers - relatively recently discovered by me - and the first book of his I read.  As a sucker for all things supernatural - albeit often disappointed by the genre - it was inevitable that this novel would catch my eye as I browsed in the train station's WHSmith's. A recommendation on the cover from Nick Cave piqued my interest and I bought it on a whim.

I expected a pacey and entertaining read at best, but it truly blew me away.  Duncan offers up a gripping and tense, page-an-inch-from-your-face storyline, recounted by a charismatic lead, shot through with violence, gore and heartbreak. Cliffhangers at every turn mean that the story will keep you hooked to the end and beyond. 

We join the protagonist Jake Marlowe after 200 years of life, constantly plagued by his animal urges and haunted by his crimes, the only one of his kind left in the world. Hunted by a government branch intent on wiping out werewolves, he has grown weary of life and is contemplating suicide - but shocking events and new revelations lead him into an intriguing adventure, a new lust for life and a desperate fight to hold on to it.
  
A lot of people will be put off by a book about werewolves; they don't exactly have a long affiliation with great literature (I'm looking at you, Twilight). I can see people glaze over when I recommend this book. They nod and listen but I know they won't go near it.  However, this book is different: superbly written with about as much sex and violence as it could get away with without being gratuitous. Well, I'm sure some would argue it's a bit gratuitous, but in my mind there's nothing wrong with that. 

It's a while since I read The Last Werewolf but, as with all of the Glen Duncan books I have read, his character development is so strong that the people and events about which he writes have stuck in my head for a long time afterwards. The characters seem so real that I felt I knew them and, like with all great books, when I turned the final page and closed the book I was left with a feeling of 'what now?'

Luckily Duncan wrote a sequel and the final episode in the trilogy is due for release soon.  To avoid spoilers I won't talk too much about the second instalment but in my opinion, it isn't as good as the first. It is however, still an exceptionally good read, and if you enjoy The Last Werewolf as much as I did you'll be desperate to read on.

Incidentally Glen Duncan's earlier novel, Death of an Ordinary Man, is a very different but perhaps even better novel. An incredible book which had a real impact on me and is both hard-hitting and tender in generous measures. I could have chosen that less famous Duncan work to review, but as a twist on a well known myth, I feel that The Last Werewolf is an accessible and extremely enjoyable entry into the works of one of the most talented British authors working today.