Ellery Queen Detective #5: The Egyptian Cross Mystery

All the old paintings on the tomb, they do the sand dance, don’t you know? If they move too quick, they’re falling down like a domino. All the bazaar men by the Nile, they got the money on a bet. Gold crocodiles, they snap their teeth on your cigarette. Let’s solve The Egyptian Cross Mystery, by Ellery Queen.

Synopsis:

One of the great Golden Age detectives is back in a mystery that “pioneered a style which countless writers would follow in the decades to come” ( American Culture ).

It’s Christmas in Chicago, and Inspector Richard Queen is enjoying a busman’s holiday at a conference on gangland violence—but his son, amateur sleuth Ellery, isbored silly. Until, that is, Ellery reads of an unusual killing in rural Arroyo, West A schoolmaster has been found beheaded and crucified. Ellery hustles his father into his roadster and heads east, since there is nothing he’d like better for Christmas than a juicy, gruesome puzzle. When the Queens arrive in Arroyo, they learn that the victim was an eccentric atheist, but not the sort to make enemies. What initially looks to be the work of a sadistic cult turns out to be something far more sinister. In the months ahead, more victims will turn up all over the world—all killed in the same horrifying manner. It will take several bodies before Queen divines the clue that unlocks the mystery of the Christmas crucifixion.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

The Egyptian Cross Mystery begins with a small town school teacher being decapitated and crucified, a bloody T painted on the door to his house. By all accounts he was a quiet and blameless man, and no one can imagine what he did to earn such a brutal death. The prime suspect is a limping foreigner named Velja Krosac, who had recently arrived in town accompanying a wandering cult leader; but as he is unable to be located, the case stalls out. Then, six months later, another man is decapitated and crucified in a similar manner – and the cult once again happens to be nearby, though this time there is no hint of Krosac’s presence. Ellery Queen is summoned to figure out the connection between the victims, the reason for their gruesome murders, and the identity of the culprit responsible.

This was a solid mystery. You’ve got a bizarre crime, a cast full of strange and suspicious characters, and a solid mixture of clues and red herrings. I figured out the true culprit and motive pretty much exactly at the point where the “challenge to the reader” was presented, which means it was the perfectly level of difficulty for me: not so easy that the answer was obvious far too early, but not so hard that I was hopelessly baffled right up until the detective’s explanation. The denouement also had a nice little action sequence of Queen chasing the culprit down, culminating in a clever little joke about who exactly would be footing the bill he accrued during his heroism.

Unfortunately, there is a bit of racism present in the form of the servant Old Nanny, who speaks in wine-worthy phonetically-rendered accent. Sadly, it’s something that I’ve just come to expect from books written in this era. Fortunately, she only has two brief appearances, so it wasn’t too detrimental to what was otherwise an enjoyable story.

The Egyptian Cross Mystery was a pretty good puzzle.

Final Rating: 3/5

Rivers of London #6: The Hanging Tree

Are you, are you coming to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three. Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be if we met at midnight in the hanging tree. Let’s prepare the gallows for The Hanging Tree, by Ben Aaronovitch.

Synopsis:

The Hanging Tree was the Tyburn gallows which stood where Marble Arch stands today. Oxford Street was the last trip of the condemned. Some things don’t change. The place has a bloody and haunted legacy and now blood has returned to the empty Mayfair mansions of the world’s super-rich. And blood mixed with magic is a job for Peter Grant.

Peter Grant is back as are Nightingale et al. at the Folly and the various river gods, ghosts and spirits who attach themselves to England’s last wizard and the Met’s reluctant investigator of all things supernatural.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

The Folly’s latest case begins when a teenage girl dies of a drug overdose. While tragic, it’s not the sort of thing that’s normally in remit of the supernatural department of London’s police – but every angle of the case seems to turn up magical involvement. The girl’s brain shows signs of magic use, one of the girls who was at the party is an adoptive daughter of Lady Tyburn, another has been dealing in stolen magical paraphernalia with a shady fae calling himself Reynard the Fox, and other magical practitioners are sniffing around the edges of the things – not just their old nemesis the Faceless Man, but also two previously unknown groups.

This book represents a significant advancement of the series’s overarching plot, as Peter finally uncovers the true identity of the Faceless Man. This is a welcome development after all this time, promising that this long-running subplot will finally be advancing to the next stage. The book’s main content was interesting as well, introducing new factions and having some great action scenes, so on the whole I can call it great.

The Hanging Tree is an excellent entry in the Rivers of London series.

Final Rating: 5/5

New Hercule Poirot Mysteries #4: The Killings at Kingfisher Hill

It is too short, the day we are born we commence with our dying. Trying to serve with the heart of a child, kingfisher lie with the lion. Lets put a magnifying glass on The Killings at Kingfisher Hill, by Sophie Hannah.

Synopsis:

Hercule Poirot is traveling by luxury passenger coach from London to the exclusive Kingfisher Hill estate. Richard Devonport has summoned the renowned detective to prove that his fiancée, Helen, is innocent of the murder of his brother, Frank. Poirot will have only days to investigate before Helen is hanged, but there is one strange condition attached: he must conceal his true reason for being there from the rest of the Devonport family.

The coach is forced to stop when a distressed woman demands to get off, insisting that if she stays in her seat, she will be murdered. Although the rest of the journey passes without anyone being harmed, Poirot’s curiosity is aroused, and his fears are later confirmed when a body is discovered with a macabre note attached . . .

Could this new murder and the peculiar incident on the coach be clues to solving the mystery of who killed Frank Devonport? And if Helen is innocent, can Poirot find the true culprit in time to save her from the gallows?

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

Hercule Poirot is summoned to the estate of Kingfisher Hill to investigate a murder. A woman has confessed to the crime, but her fiancee is convinced that she is innocent and wishes Poirot to find the true killer. On his way to the estate, another woman confesses to having committed the very same murder herself. Then another murder occurs at the estate, only this time there are no confessions. Faced with one murder with too many people claiming responsibility and another with too few, it is up to Poirot to unravel the baffling circumstances of the crimes and determine the truth.

This is a book which opens with a lot of flash but ends up having very little substance. It attempts to convolute matters wildly with all sorts of strange and bizarre occurrences, but the ultimate solution ends up being disappointingly simple. The confusion thus feels artificially contrived rather than naturally emerging from the circumstances of the crime. (There also end up being two different killers with unconnected motives, which S.S. Van Dine would declare a violation of his 12th rule, “There must be but one culprit, no matter how many murders are committed.” I’m not such a stickler as old Wright, but I do have to admit that this staggering coincidence is one of the elements of the story that resulted in it feeling kind of contrived).

The previous book in the New Hercule Poirot Mysteries series made me wonder if it was finally finding its footing and rising to an elevated level of quality; but no, it seems like that was an outlier, and The Killings at Kingfisher Hill returns it back to average.

Final Rating: 3/5

Skulduggery Pleasant #4: Dark Days

When the shadows remain in the light of day, on the wings of darkness he’ll retaliate. He’ll be falling from grace till the end of all his days. Let’s shed light on Dark Days, by Derek Landy.

Synopsis:

Skulduggery Pleasant is lost on the other side of a portal, with only some evil gods for company. Can he possibly survive? (Yes, all right, he’s already dead. But still.)

Meet Skulduggery Pleasant: detective, sorcerer, warrior.

Oh yes. And dead.

Skulduggery Pleasant is gone, sucked into a parallel dimension overrun by the Faceless Ones. If his bones haven’t already been turned to dust, chances are he’s insane, driven out of his mind by the horror of the ancient gods. There is no official, Sanctuary-approved rescue mission. There is no official plan to save him.

But Valkyrie’s never had much time for plans.

The problem is, even if she can get Skulduggery back, there might not be much left for him to return to. There’s a gang of villains bent on destroying the Sanctuary, there are some very powerful people who want Valkyrie dead, and as if all that wasn’t enough it looks very likely that a sorcerer named Darquesse is going to kill the world and everyone on it.

Skulduggery is gone. All our hopes rest with Valkyrie. The world’s weight is on her shoulders, and its fate is in her hands.

These are dark days indeed.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

The previous book in the Skulduggery Pleasant series ended with Skulduggery Pleassant and Valkyrie Cain preventing the return of the Faceless Ones, but at the cost of Skulduggery being trapped on the other side of the portal. Though the Sanctuary has given up on him as dead(er), Valkyrie has been working for months on a plan to rescue him – even if it means breaking Sanctuary laws and cozying up with some dubious characters like the order of necromancers. Meanwhile, a rogues gallery of former villains – Dusk, Sanguine, Scapegrace, Crux, and Spring-heeled Jack – have formed a group dedicated to revenge against those who they perceive as having wronged them, primarily Valkyrie and Sanctuary leader Thurid Guild.

The recycled villains are actually why I don’t really think I can rate this book as highly as the previous ones. When you keep trotting out the same bad guys time after time, they start to get a little stale. I prefer fresh antagonists to yesterday’s reheated leftovers. It doesn’t help matters that, by the end, only Crux has been killed and Jack captured, meaning the rest will doubtless be returning yet again in the future to ever-diminishing returns.

But let’s not dwell over much on the negatives; even if it doesn’t quite live up to the first three books, it still did a good job of telling a story with the series’s characteristic blend of humor and action. It also seems to be moving on from the Faceless Ones to a new story arc focusing on a rising threat known as Darquess, so hopefully the future will hold more of the new and fresh rather than the old and stale.

Dark Days is a good book, if not as great of one as its predecessors.

Final Rating: 4/5

Flandry #1: Ensign Flandry

There’s a man who leads a life of danger. To everyone he meets he stays a stranger. With every move he makes, another chance he takes. Odds are he won’t live to see tomorrow. Let’s promote Ensign Flandry, by Poul Anderson.

Synopsis:

Introducing…Dominic Flandry.

Before he’s through he’ll have saved worlds and become the confidante of emperors. But for now he’s seventeen years old, as fresh and brash a sprig of the nobility as you would care to know. The only thing as damp as the place behind his ears is the ink on his brand-new commission.

Though through this and his succeeding adventures he will struggle gloriously and win (usually) mighty victories, Dominic Flandry is essentially a tragic figure: a man who knows too much, who knows that battle, scheme and even betray as he will, in the end it will mean nothing. For with the relentlessness of physical law the Long Night approaches. The Terran Empire is dying…

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

Ensign Flandry is the first book of the Flandry series, party of the overarching Technic Civilization Saga, which also includes the Future History of the Polesotechnic League series, which all sounds very intimidating when you put it like that. However, you have to start somewhere, and I have chosen to start here. An introduction talking about the series noted that it had started out as stand-alone short stories before being tied in with Anderson’s larger universe, reassuring me that it could probably stand on its own and is not a “Secretly a Sequel” situation. So, let’s dive in.

The titular character of Ensign Flandry is Dominic Flandry, a soldier in the military of the declining Terran Empire, currently in a cold war against the rapidly rising power of a younger and more militant alien civilization, the Meresians, who plan to seize galactic dominance from the decaying former power for themselves. Recently, the Meresians have been supplying military support to one of two pre-industrial indigenous species on some benighted world in the middle of nowhere particularly important in a meaningless little local war. Though the Terran Empire sees no reason why this unremarkable rock should be of any interest to anyone, their policy of curbing Meresian influence compels them to provide equal backing to the other species out of principle, resulting in an escalating proxy war over apparently nothing at all in this miserable backwater. Young Flandry serves with some distinction when he’s caught in a surprise attack and becomes a bit of a local hero, which brings him to the attention of Intelligence. They end up recruiting him to come along on a diplomatic mission to the Meresian homeworld: officially to negotiate a deescalation in hostilities, but secretly to perform covert espionage to find out just what makes this seemingly insignificant world of such interest to the Meresians. Thus is Flandry introduced to the cutthroat world of spycraft.

This ended up being a decently enjoyable read. We get to follow Flandry’s perspective as he goes from an unremarkable soldier in a meaningless war, to a local hero with newfound determination to bring things to a sensible resolution, to a budding spy introduced to the shadowy world of double-crosses and moral compromises that is intelligence and counter-intelligence. The setting wasn’t bad either, making the various alien races interesting and create a conflict rife with opportunities for intrigue with the Terran-Meresian cold war.

Ensign Flandry ended up being enjoyable, and I’ll be checking out further books in the series.

Final Rating: 3/5

New Hercule Poirot Mysteries #3: The Mystery of Three Quarters

I like enchiladas and old El Dorados that shine, my old friend the guitar and songs and women and wine. They say that I’m living too fast, but I’m feeling fine, and I just keep easing along in 3/4 time. Let’s solve The Mystery of Three Quarters, by Sophie Hannah.

Synopsis:

The world’s most beloved detective, Hercule Poirot, the legendary star of Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express and most recently The Monogram Murders and Closed Casket, returns in a stylish, diabolically clever mystery set in the London of 1930.

Hercule Poirot returns home after an agreeable luncheon to find an angry woman waiting to berate him outside his front door. Her name is Sylvia Rule, and she demands to know why Poirot has accused her of the murder of Barnabas Pandy, a man she has neither heard of nor ever met. She is furious to be so accused, and deeply shocked. Poirot is equally shocked, because he too has never heard of any Barnabas Pandy, and he certainly did not send the letter in question. He cannot convince Sylvia Rule of his innocence, however, and she marches away in a rage.

Shaken, Poirot goes inside, only to find that he has a visitor waiting for him — a man called John McCrodden who also claims also to have received a letter from Poirot that morning, accusing him of the murder of Barnabas Pandy…

Poirot wonders how many more letters of this sort have been sent in his name. Who sent them, and why? More importantly, who is Barnabas Pandy, is he dead, and, if so, was he murdered? And can Poirot find out the answers without putting more lives in danger?

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

The Mystery of Three Quarters begins with four people receiving letters, supposedly written by Hercule Poirot, accusing them of having murdered Barnabas Pandy. Of course, Poirot did not write those letters; he doesn’t even know who Barnabas Pandy is or if he was murdered. But now that someone has dragged his name into it, he is determined to find out. Barnabas Pandy, it turns out, recently died at an extremely advanced age. It was ruled a natural death, and nobody doubted it at the time. Yet there are certain suspicious circumstances – a heated family argument a few days earlier, a last-minute call to his lawyer about changing his will, and now these accusatory letters – that suggest foul play. But why accuse four separate people of the crime, only three of whom appear to have had any connection at all to Barnabas Pandy, and why forge Poirot’s signature to do it?

This ended up being an enjoyable mystery. Rather than starting off with a single central mystery of a murder, there were a bunch of small, interrelated mysteries which had Poirot and Catchpool trying to pursue a lot of different threads at once: Who was Barnabas Pandy? Was he murdered? If so, who did it; if not, who is making the accusations? Why accuse four different people of the same crime, and why these four people in particular? How are the accused connected with Pandy? Why did Pandy intend to change his will shortly before his death? Did a former coworker steal the secret family cake recipe of Euphemia Spring and take it to a rival café? (That last one isn’t actually relevant to the investigation, but Miss Spring is determined to make Poirot investigate it anyway.) As a result, the investigation goes in many different directions – some disappointing, some uncovering surprising secrets – before all finally being wrapped up satisfactorily in the end with a solution that succeeds in answering all of the questions and tying up all of the dangling threads (except for Miss Spring’s revenge on the recipe thief, which is left to our imaginations). The first couple entries in this series left me feeling ambivalent about the famous Belgian detective’s return under a new author, but with this one I think the new series has finally produced a mystery capable of standing proud alongside the stronger entries of the original.

The Mystery of Three Quarters is the strongest entry yet in the New Hercule Poirot Mysteries.

Final Rating: 4/5

Secrets of a Good Night’s Sleep

You don’t remember me, but I remember you. I lie awake and try so hard not to think of you. But who can decide what they dream? And dream I do. Let’s discover Secrets of a Good Night’s Sleep, by John Selby.

Synopsis:

If you have trouble falling asleep or staying asleep, youre not alone. Almost one-third of the adult population shares your problem. Now John Selby, a clinical psychologist who has helped hundreds of insomniacsincluding himselfgives you his Secrets of a Good Nights Sleep.Youll discover some fascinating facts about sleep, why it becomes a problem, and how you can overcome those sleepless nights. Why you lie awake when you long for sleep Why you wake up in the middle of the night The surprising sexual dimensions of sleep How to break the anxiety/worry habit How to adjust your bed for total relaxation Magic bedtime rituals to induce sleep Fabulous fantasies and techniqiues to put you in dreamland and much, much more!

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

For as long as I can remember, I have suffered from horrible insomnia. For a while now, I’ve been taking prescription sleeping pills to help me with that. Recently, though, I switched to a new health insurance provider. With that came a switch to a new doctor, one who was horrified that my previous physician had so casually prescribed such medication. Didn’t I know, he said, that an epidemic of overuse and abuse of such substances was ravaging the country? “But doctor,” said I, “are you sure you aren’t thinking of the opioid epidemic?” Sleeping pills, he said, could result in dependency if used over a significant period of time. “But doctor”, said I, “if by dependency you mean inability to sleep without them, I was dependent before I even started.” Such powerful hypnotics, he said, can have all sorts of serious side-effects. “But doctor,” said I, “I’ve never had any side-effects the whole time I’ve been taking these, let alone serious ones.” Don’t worry, he said, he had something better than medication: books. “But doctor,” said I, “I am the Great Clown Pagliacci.”

…Wait, no, wrong punchline. I said something about having already unsuccessfully tried various tricks from Internet listicles about “The 10 Best Ways to Fall Asleep Fast” and clickbaity headlines like that. But anyway, the long and the short of it is I got “prescribed” CBT-I, aka Cognitive Behavioral Therapy for Insomnia, in the form of three books that I was assigned to read: Secrets of a Good Night’s Sleep by John Selby; Say Good Night to Insomnia by Gregg D. Jacobs, Ph.D.; and No More Sleepless Nights by Peter Hauri, Ph.D., Murray Jarman, and Hirley Linde, Ph.D. Since no more pills are coming, I resigned myself to reading them. After a short delay for shipping (and no, despite them being “prescribed”, my insurance didn’t cover their purchase as a medical expense), I have decided to commence reading in order of increasing number of Ph.D.s. Thus, we begin with Secrets of a Good Night’s Sleep.

In the foreword, the author says that he hopes this book will become a non-drug prescription which doctors can recommend to their patients. Well, you got your wish, at least in my case. It then says it has drawn insights from spiritual sources. Uh-oh: this isn’t going to be one of those twelve-step programs where it turns out every step is just “Embrace Jesus”, is it? Because I’m warning you right now, that’s a non-starter.

In chapter one, “Anatomy of a Good Night’s Sleep”, I get something actually useful in the form of an explanation of the different phases of sleep over the night. I remember always agonizing over my alarm clock, trying to set it to the latest possible time without being late so that I could get every last second of rest possible once I finally fell asleep; but this says that the most important type of sleep, delta sleep, only occurs within the first three hours after falling asleep, and the later hours aren’t as important. Knowing is half the battle! However, as if to make up for that brief moment of utility, it then proceeds to provide a meditation which is supposed to help with falling asleep. Step one is “become aware of your breathing without altering it”, which I can never manage. As soon as you call my attention to it, it’s on manual override; and then going back to natural breathing is like not thinking of an elephant: the harder I try, the less it works. I only stop breathing manually once I’ve been distracted enough to forget about it; and let me tell you, when you’re lying in bed staring at the ceiling of a dark room, distractions aren’t easy to come by.

Chapter two, “Too Many Sleepless Nights”, has a bit about identifying your type of insomnia. I’m a textbook Type 1: difficulty falling asleep when I first go to bed (as opposed to Type 2, fall asleep but wake up again shortly afterwards, or Type 3, fall asleep but wake up for the morning while it’s still pre-dawn). That was nice and easy. So now that you’ve helped me identify the type of problem I have, you’re going to tell me how to fix it, right? …Right?

Chapter three, “Primary Insomnia Sources”, lists a bunch of different causes for insomnia, like drugs, environmental stress, pain, stress at work, and expulsion from a social group. But none of those seem to apply to me.

Chapter four, “The Great Sleeping Pill Hoax”, is of course the book’s big tirade against sleeping pills. Well, they worked fine for me while I was on them, but I guess you gotta trash the competition if you’re hoping to sell this book as a replacement. Listen to this: “When insomniacs move from sleepless nights to drug-induced sleep, they are moving from a natural problem with emotional dependency to a chemical problem with drug dependency.” Listen, buddy: I didn’t have a chemical problem, I had a chemical solution. Arsenic and rattlesnakes are natural while air conditioning and indoor plumbing are artificial, and I know which I prefer. Why even have develop prescription medications if not to use them to improve the human experience? Better living through chemistry all the way for me.

Chapter five, “Sleeping Like a Baby”… who ever thought that was a good simile? Aren’t babies famous for waking up crying all the time, thus disrupting the sleep of their parents? Do you have any actual advice, or are you just regurgitating cliches?

Chapter six, “What Happens As We Grow Older”, is likewise not yet applicable to me. Though in its defense, it eventually will be, and it does have some actual useful information about how our sleep patterns change as we age. Tell you what: if I’m still alive and having trouble sleeping in 20 years, I’ll come back to this one.

Chapter seven, “Sexual Dimensions of Sleep” starts off with some actual information about the effects of sex and masturbation on sleep. However, it then goes into a bunch of advice which is aimed at people in relationships and thus not applicable for me. It also has the nerve to try shilling another of the author’s books, Finding Each Other. This book hasn’t exactly impressed me enough that I’m looking for further advice from the same wellspring of knowledge.

Chapter eight, “Break the Worry Habit”, says that anxiety can be a cause of difficulty falling asleep, particularly financial anxiety. Sounds promising. But then it goes on to assume that the cause of the problem is being an excessively competitive businessman who is obsessing over making yet more money despite possessing piles of cash already. I only wish that was my problem! Any advice for the rest of us? How about the financial anxiety that comes from working two part-time jobs with no benefits and no pension fund? No? Well, it’s clear now who your target audience is; no wonder this book felt overpriced. Incidentally, this section also contains a long screed on the evils of television. Jokes on you, pal: I don’t watch much television the days because I spend all my time on the computer.

Chapter nine, “Releasing Repressed Frustrations”, tries shilling another of the author’s books, Immune-System Activation. Lay off, pal; given what I’ve read so far, I can guarantee you’re never seeing another dime of my money.

Chapter ten, “Bedtime Rituals”, recommends coming up with a ritualized process of going to bed that you repeat every night. See, unlike the meditation stuff, this is something I can actually try. It also reminds me of Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown, which my parents read to me a lot when I was child. Chalk this up under the “potentially not a complete waste of time” column.

Chapter eleven, “Fantasies That Induce Sleep”, recommends going to bed wearing less. Personally, I’ve always found it easier to sleep with more heavy layers piled up on top of me, meaning summer is a lot less pleasant for me than winter. To the book’s credit, though, it extolls the superiority of comforters over sheets – way ahead of you there.

Chapter twelve, “Advanced Suggestions”, recommends getting a professional therapist. Way to pass the buck.

And we conclude with “Final Words”, which predictably, shills more merch: in this case, an audio cassette program. Not that the author is doing this in pursuit of filthy lucre, he assures us; no, he’s selling them at a loss. Practically cutting his own throat, he is! Uh-huh. Let’s bring this review to a merciful end.

So, the first of my three prescribed books didn’t impress me much. I’ll give a few pity points for imparting a few genuinely useful nuggets of wisdom and having patrician taste in comforters, but I am not overly confident that its wishy-wishy vaguely-spiritual “meditation exercises” will replace actual medication.

Ironically, this is a case where I can state a book is bad because it didn’t put me to sleep. But my advice is to save your money and let Secrets of a Good Night’s Sleep stay secret.

Final Rating: 2/5

Creatures of Light and Darkness

Even the reality buried beneath the gray snow of sadness, even these hands stained red from all the mistakes made, take me beyond the reach of memories to the dream world full of love. Poisoning to the bone, I fall for my dreams. Light and darkness mix and dance, a symphony of night drowning in the rhythmical sea. It’s breaking down even the memories. Let’s open the door to Creatures of Light and Darkness, by Roger Zelazny.

Synopsis:

Two gods, two houses, one quest and the eternal war between life and death. To save his kingdom, Anubis, Lord of the Dead, sends forth his servant on a mission of vengeance. At the same time, from The House of Life, Osiris sends forth his son, Horus, on the same mission to destroy utterly & forever The Prince Who Was a Thousand.

But neither of these superhuman warriors is prepared for the strange & harrowing world of mortal life. The Thing That Cries in the Night may well destroy not only their worlds, but all humankind.

As Zelazny did with the Hindu pantheon in the legendary, groundbreaking classic Lord of Light, the master storyteller here breathes new life into the Egyptian gods with another dazzling tale of mythology and imagination.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

Creatures of Light and Darkness is in many ways a companion piece to Zelazny’s earlier novel Lord of Light, though it does not share the same characters or setting. Whereas that book told a story mantled in Hindu mythology, this one appropriates Egyptian mythology; and whereas that book was ultimately sci-fi despite having many fantasy tropes like gods and demons, this book is ultimately fantasy despite having many sci-fi tropes like computers and interplanetary travel.

The plot concerns Osirus of the House of Life and Anubis of the House of Death, gods who balance the fecundity and mortality of the worlds within their domain. They share an enemy in Thoth, the Prince Who Was a Thousand, who was formerly their master before they overthrew him. Thoth himself plots revenge, but is currently occupied by his struggle to destroy the Thing That Cries In The Night, an ancient power which threatens to destroy the web of life entirely. Osirus and Anubis deploy their champions – Osirus’s son Horus and Anubis’s slave Wakim – on missions to slay Thoth while he is preoccupied, but things don’t go according to plan.

As far as premises go, that’s all fine and dandy. Where the book falls down is the execution. Unwilling to settle for the type of conventional narrative presentation that served Lord of Light so well, it experiments with all sorts of different styles, often unsuccessfully. There are chapters in the form of poetic stanzas, there are frequent cutaways to random events occurring elsewhere, the prose trips over itself in its florid styling. When it came down to it, it was a lot of effort to make this a less enjoyable read than it would have been it has simply been written conventionally.

While Lord of Light and This Immortal won Hugos, and Jack of Shadows was at least nominated, Creatures of Light and Darkness never got the nod, and I can see why: it’s not nearly as good as those. (Well, it’s about on par with Jack of Shadows, but if a mistake was made, it was that one getting nominated rather than this one not being).

Creatures of Light and Darkness is adequately enjoyable fantasy.

Final Rating: 3/5

The Great Way #2: The Way Into Magic

We make you with magic. There is no shortcut. Forget your problems and come and be mad. Let’s feel the magic in the air with The Way Into Magic, by Harry Connolly.

Synopsis:

Having lost the prince to the madness of The Blessing, Tejohn and Cazia are the only people who know of his plan to retrieve a secret spell that might, just might, turn the tide of battle against the grunts.

But Tejohn’s body is broken, and Cazia has been stripped of her magic. Worse, both are being held captive: Tejohn faces charges of treason in the lands where he was born. On the other side of the continent, Cazia is a prisoner of the Tilkilit queen, a creature with a desperate, deadly plan.

While they struggle for their freedom, The Blessing continues to spread across Kal-Maddum, their numbers growing more numerous as the human population shrinks. What had started as a race to restore an empire has quickly become a mission to save humanity from extinction.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

When we last left our protagonists at the end of the previous book, Tejohn Treygar was prisoner of Shunzik Finstel, one of many former subjects of the empire turned independent warlord and self-styled king now that it is disintegrating, and Cazia Freewell and Princess Ivy were prisoners of the Tilkilit, an insectoid race that invaded through a portal from another world. However, they have not given up on their missions: for Tejohn, to make contact with a remote outpost occupied by a wizard who is rumored to have a spell capable of slaying the Blessing en masse, and for Cazia and Ivy, to return with the new knowledge they have gained about the invaders from other worlds. Escaping their predicaments by cunning and timely aid, they set forth once more with new allies at their side: for Tejohn, an annoying and largely useless priest named Javien; for Cazia and Ivy, an uneasy truce with the massive intelligent man-eating eagles known alternately as ruhgrit or the Great Terror. It’s hard to say who is less pleased with their new traveling companion.

Book one of The Great Way completely captivated me, and book two is no different in that regard: I was completely invested, from beginning to end. Notably, while our two groups of protagonists didn’t actually make any notable progress towards their respective goals in this book – it ends with them still working on the same missions they had at the beginning – enough happened that it didn’t feel like a case of trilogy middle-book syndrome where the plot simply stalls for time until the third book can come around to actually handle wrapping things up. Cazia and Ivy’s plotline in particular was intriguing, with them opening communication with the Great Terror and learning that the eagles’ gods tricked them into launching an invasion through the portal.

This was another excellent installment in a series that has completely captivated me. With just one book remaining, I can only hope that it manages to deliver a satisfying conclusion that lives up to the quality of the build-up.

Final Rating: 5/5

Sir Henry Merrivale #14: She Died a Lady

Now I lay me down to sleep, take me up to Lovers’ Leap. Throw my body off the side, there to meet my waiting bride. Let’s put to rest She Died a Lady, by John Dickson Carr writing as Carter Dickson.

Synopsis:

“Dr. Luke,” said Rita Wainright, “I’m terribly, horribly in love with Barry Sullivan.”

“What about your husband?”

“He doesn’t know!”

But was Alec Wainright ignorant of the fact that his beautiful young wife was having an affair? And what possible solution was there for Rita and Barry with Alec standing in their way, so old, so ill, and so devoted?

Then one black night the unexpected happens. and that’s where Sir Henry Merrivale comes in. The great H.M. has a nasty time with this ironclad puzzle.

Source: Goodreads

SPOILERS BELOW

Set during World War II, She Died a Lady sees a married woman and her illicit lover take a nighttime walk to the edge of a cliff and seemingly jump over it. Theirs are the only footprints in the dirt, and their bodies are recovered from the rocky waters below. It seems like a clear-cut lovers’ suicide, except for one thing: they were each shot through the heart with a gun that is later discovered abandoned elsewhere. It falls to Sir Henry Merrivale to figure out how this mysterious murder was carried out.

…Well, I say that, but in fact it’s quite the opposite: the biggest hindrance to solving this case is not the cleverness of the culprit but the interference of H.M. himself. The narrator filling the Watson role, Dr. Luke Croxley, very nearly manages to solve the case himself, but is foiled by Merrivale lying and destroying evidence to hide the solution. That is not acceptable in a fair play mystery; it is bad cricket. I call foul.

VIII. The detective must not light on any clues are not instantly produced for the inspection of the reader. Any writer can make a mystery by telling us that at this point the great Picklock Holes suddenly bent down and picked up from the ground an object which he refused to let his friend see. He whispers ‘Ha!’ and his face grows grave – all that is illegitimate mystery-making. The skill of the detective author consists in being able to produce his clues and flourish them defiantly in our faces: ‘There!’ he says, ‘what do you make of that?’ and we make nothing.

– Ronald A. Knox

Which is a shame, because this was otherwise a decent little mystery. In fact, if the story had actually had Croxley solve the mystery before Merrivale, that would also have been breach of the Decalogue (rule 9 states that the detective’s sidekick should be of lower intelligence), but it isn’t one I would have minded; it would’ve been unexpected, yes, but in a fresh subversive way – for once the great detective has chosen a Watson more clever than he is! – rather than the “this book is just jerking me around” way. If a character says they searched for evidence X and didn’t find it, and they are later revealed to be lying, that’s part of the game; often even suspects aside from the actual culprit have secrets they are hiding and motivation to lie, and separating the truths from the falsehoods is part of the challenge. When the detective himself says that he searched for evidence X and didn’t find it, and is later revealed to be lying, that’s just rigging the game. It’s refusing to accept the right answer. It is a cheap trick unbefitting of an orthodox mystery, and I won’t forgive it.

She Died a Lady has an interesting mystery but blunders badly in how it hides the solution from the reader.

Final Rating: 2/5