Category: Reviews

  • The Facets, of Character.

    What elements lend life to imagined character?

    Katie Salers, a young lady I had the good fortune of meeting on Twitter, recently published a review of Beltamar’s War. I am sure she would appreciate it if you’d pop over to her blog and read what she has so generously shared.

    In her review, which I enjoy and appreciate a great deal, Katie raised some important points about Malmaxa. I would like to focus on one question in particular. Namely, why does Malmaxa present such a large cast of characters? I’ll try and answer without revealing any spoilers.

    More than anything, Malmaxa is about people.

    As individuals, people are complicated enough, yet what really makes us who we are is not ourself. We are who we become because of our interactions with others. It is our perception of their actions that shape the raw gem of our inherent personality.  Each interaction polishes our personality into the multi-faceted, ever changing jewel our character becomes. Considered in that way, were we to interact with only a single person, the finished jewel of our character would only have a single facet. And perhaps more than anything else, that single facet would be a mirror of the person with whom we interacted.

    That is highly unrealistic.

    In reality nobody is limited to acquaintances with just one or two people. Yet in literature we artificially constrain our antagonists and protagonists to few interactions. Why? To keep things simple? What a terrible motivation! Do we truly think so little of our audience that we limit our writing to simplistic views, and even more simplistic characters?

    In life itself there are more colors than black and white, yet in many books those two shades are often all that is required to classify any character dwelling within. Why not allow the individuals that fill the pages of literature to blossom, gradually revealing the spectacular variations of color, texture, and shade dispersed throughout humanity?  Real people have depth, and real characters, though imagined, should also be deeper than a shallow pool.

    Katie’s review made mention of specific character development in Beltamar’s War several times. I’d like to highlight two instances in particular.

    The first was Katie’s mention of Adelmar, the antagonist, of whom she said, “I actually loved them all. Even Adelmar. I hated him for a bit. However, something changed. I became interested in him. I wanted to know more about him.

    In our lives nobody is simple, even the people we dislike the most are incredibly complex. Indeed, we might find ourselves wondering why they are as unpleasant as they are.  Or perhaps we might look at that coin from its other side and ask ourselves why we dislike them as much as we do. We might even question whether the apparent failing lies within them, or with us.

    The second instance is where Katie insightfully mentions the aspect of forbidden love between Faroene and Beltamar. Katie notes that Beltamar is matched to Daniskira and goes on to say “Normally this would bug me. Here, it didn’t. I wanted to know more.” Earlier in her review Katie said this, “I really do not even know what genre Beltamar’s War is in… Fantasy?” Great point, Katie. The overriding reason I framed this tale in the guise of the Fantasy genre, is that it encourages the reader to step outside of their normal, comfortable, safe, and ultimately judgmental box in order to examine ideas that would normally be taboo.  Fantasy allows the reader to loosen the reins and consider thoughts with a mind more open than usual – and in wanting to know more about something she would normally abhor, Katie has done precisely that.

    Our world is divisive. We are trained from a very young age to look on anyone who doesn’t approach life the way we do with deep suspicion. In fact, we’re so effectively primed to be prejudiced against difference that we don’t even realize we’ve been trained! For Malmaxa to work, the reader needs to throw out their preconceptions of how people should behave, and instead focus on why they behave the way they do.

    In Malmaxa, I try to plant the desire to understand motivation. I hope to have the reader opening a dialog with themselves in which they say, “I can see where they stepped wrong, but now I want to understand why they don’t realize they have.” That Katie vindicates my efforts truly delights me.  She sees how one of the most troubled people in Malmaxa is more than a monochromatic monster.  Katie also recognizes taboo behavior, but rather than judging it out of hand, as we are so prone to do, she struggles to understand why.  Thank you Katie!  {Please don’t misinterpret this as my advocating any particular behavior.}

    In reality, people are extremely complicated. Shouldn’t it be likewise in literature?  I believe characters should have the opportunity for more than superficial depth. And thus the apparent plethora of characters in Malmaxa. Every named individual in the tale has purpose.  Every one of them is the grit upon which others polish their facets, gain their depths, and reflect their vision of light back onto everyone with whom they interact.

    To me, character is much more than a one-dimensional reflection glimpsed from a flat mirror. Character is a precious, multi-faceted gem into which we must peer deeply if we are to appreciate its real beauty. My writing uses the mechanisms I’ve discussed in trying to achieve this depth, and thus the large cast of characters. Of course, it is entirely up to Malmaxa’s readers to decide if I am successful. I wonder if it is even possible to be successful, or whether my ambition in this regard has made me overstep my bounds.

    Finally let me say that I would be happy for you to judge my efforts, though I’d be as unhappy for you to judge me.  If you’re tempted, then why not start reading Beltamar’s War right now, right here on my blog in your web browser?

  • What lies between the lines.

    I recently wrote,

    One of the downsides of being a writer is that not only do we write words that aren’t there, fully expecting people to intuitively see them, but we also tend to read words that are never written.

    Which brings me to this post, which is in fact a review of “Beltamar’s War”, the first book in my epic series, Malmaxa, by one David Grigger, or @DaveGrigger as he appears on Twitter where I met him, in the virtual sense of that word.  David kindly gave me permission to republish his review here.  It was originally published on Medium.comGoodReads and Amazon. (The links will take you to those websites respectively).

    Why am I re-publishing David’s review here?  Foremost, as this is my blog I like to post things that mean a lot to me. This review means an enormous amount to me.  Why?  For the very reason highlighted at the top of this post.

    We write things “between the lines”, in anticipation people will see them…

    It becomes very disheartening when nobody seems to see the thoughts we think we have hidden in plain sight.  David was the first reader to really see between the lines in my writing. As such he has earned a very special place in my heart.  David, just so you know, it is for people like you that authors like me do what we do.  Thank you!  As partial payment of this Karmic debt I will be sending you a free copy of “The Pilgrimage” per this offer.  However your copy will be rather special, it will be printed not electronic, and it will also be be signed (I’ll email you for your preferred mailing address nearer the time.)

    Now, without more of my unnecessary verbiage, here is David Grigger’s review of my magnum opus, exactly as it first appeared on GoodReads.

    ۷۸۷۸۞۷۸۷۸

    By Dave Grigger.

    my full review is extremely verbose.
    why? Because that is how my mind works.
    swirling chaotic seemingly unrelated thoughts & ideas
    converge in my mind in such a way, that most just shake their head
    and that is ok

    this pre-mini review is for those that can’t/won’t invest time in reading full review.

    condensed version.

    10 out of 5 stars.
    Unique & completely without comparison.
    regardless of your “preferred” genre,
    will make you laugh, cry & become TOTALLY invested
    in the characters & the storyline.

    twitter version: top notch eye opening unprecedented finely crafted work of art. Regardless of preferred genre, anyone will enjoy.

    now for those who want the full story
    I offer this:

    start hear
    !won

    wtf?!
    what in the world does that mean?
    at first glance it appears to make no sense.
    and how does this relate to a book review.
    allow me to explain.

    C.G. Ayling has posted the beginning of his book here:
    https://cgayling.com/malmaxa/samples/m…

    being the crazy synchronicity anomaly twitter is, i don’t remember
    how i first came upon the author. i do remember loving his tweets.

    so i followed.

    the more enamored i became w/his mastery of the english language;
    the more i wanted to read.
    occasionally he would provide a link (the one above)
    and at least three (possibly more) times i started to read.
    first few lines and i knew.

    NOT for me. not my genre, prolly a little more than over my head.
    it just plain didn’t make sense (to me).
    so.

    start hear = start here, listening
    !won = flip & you have “now!”

    so by twisting the traditional way most of us are used to thinking,
    you have to stop, pause & THINK.

    “start listening here, now!”

    this disconcerting non-sensical feeling came over me when I tried to read just a few lines.
    but once the story unfolds a little bit, it clicks.

    why use this technique?
    because this is not “just a story”.
    this is an alternate philosophy of how things should be.

    to allow your mind the latitude to consider what is being said,
    you have to be kicked out of your comfort zone.
    once out of your element, you are able to see things differently.

    you may start to c things in a different light.
    because what you sea & what I see may not be the same.
    how come i’m doing a review on a book i’ve never read?
    well, i did eventually read it.

    now for the rest of the story
    just so happens that he posted a review someone else had done.
    and in this review, it was mentioned how in the beginning it is hard to follow.
    but that if you stick it out through the first chapter or two, the payoff is huge.
    so then i go back & notice this:

    “…my philosophic vision of a world stripped bare of all the trivialities that make humanity act so poorly.” ~C.G. Ayling
    philosophy! oh HELL YEAH! now we’re talking. ok, i’ll give it a go.
    since i was confident in the review (and the writer) i ordered the book.
    and so now the review.

    i was in the middle of a book when it arrived. so i just took a little taste.
    read the first 8 pages. lot of emotion & detail.
    the detail though had me like
    how i started this review.

    start hear, !won

    little bit lost & confused.

    but lest you think this is a negative, here is a tweet from after finishing the book:

    http://twitter.com/DaveGrigger/statuses/473164561529315328

    how many books have you ever read & the next day open it back up & re-read? “Beltamar’s War” by @CGAyling is the first for me.

    so i had a plan. went back to book i was reading
    (2 days later set it to side 1/2 read, too anxious to start “Beltamar’s War”).
    once i started, i knew for me i would need help through the first chapter or two.
    so i got out my notepad. wrote names & relationships of the main characters.
    when i got at spot i was unsure, just referred to my “cheat sheet”.
    after 20 pages i was golden. everything clicked & i was hooked.
    so much so that by page 80 this happened:

    http://twitter.com/DaveGrigger/statuses/471019739389501440

    crying so hard had to close my book & literally sit down. @CGAyling less than 1/4 of way thru kin-ected me to character so forcibly!

    and for those that trend towards conspiracy theories.
    NO, i am not he, & he is not me.
    he is however my sister. (inside joke)

    but I digress

    another thing I recommend doing while reading this book is pay close attention to every detail.
    the craftmanship is impeccable. It is literally a piece of fine art. the care, devotion & time (and there is no way you can convince me this was produced in less than a few decades) is self evident. the characters will become part of your family & you will wear their marks with pride.

    i would like to interject just a little food for thought & how it relates to this work.

    talking to my parents recently, we had a conversation about families & society. they related that how in their childhood there were not any “day cares” or “nursing homes”. extended families lived together (in smaller homes than average small family lives in now). also, daily baths were unheard of. saturday was bath day.

    so with all of our “progress” as a society; are we really better off?
    after you read the book, hit me up on twitter @DaveGrigger & we’ll chat.

    should philosophy not be your “thing”, that is ok.
    This work stands on it’s own as pure entertainment.

    As I mentioned earlier & wrote about here: https://medium.com/@DaveGrigger/i-cam…

    “but then someone else has a perspective of their work that intrigues me & i say wth let’s see what this is about. and my intuition doesn’t betray me. because the twitter identity is so true & real to the author identity i connect.
    in fact i connect so hard that i literally had to close the book & sit down & cry. twenty minutes later (lunch break is only 30) i get up & return to my so called “real life”. My connection to a simple water monger was so real. so true. so visceral as to belie any logic. i still tear up thinking about it.

    this all in less than 80 pages in to a book that is closer to 400. when an author can touch me @ that depth that quickly, in a genre not in my repatoire. he deserves special mention. @cgayling is one such author.
    my encounters with him on twitter, reignited a passion for words & poetry
    i honestly never knew existed. and should you think his interaction is merely a “ploy”. dig through his timeline. if something does not set with him, he will say so. not in a derogatory way, but more of a “agree to disagree” fashion.”

    I have not discussed this next bit of info w/the author. Just intuition. But I suspect that a significant percentage of this is autobiographical. This is not just a hobby. Nor is it a quick way to earn a buck. I dare say (though who doesn’t like money) that the main motivation is to take humanity by the shoulders & say “wake the “f” up.

    pay special attention to EVERY detail. there is not any frivoulous element here. if it is mentioned it has a purpose. twigs, rocks, trees symbols on the page. ALL have a meaning & a purpose.

    now halfway through my second reading this is even more evident. and if I know him at all, i believe the author has elements that won’t come to full fruition until the trilogy is complete. but his mastery of his craft is such that should you only read the first book, you will be pleased. *it is my firm belief though, that if you do take the leap of faith & read “Malmaxa I Beltamar’s War” that you will HAVE to read II & III.

    have you ever read a book (or watched a movie) and at the end go “hell, they used such & such plot device to manipulate me.” none of that is to be found here. the characters ring true in interactions with each other & their environment.

    if asked to compare to another author, i can honestly say that there is none that compare. this was not crafted for an easy buck. this is a mans soul, laid bare in hopes of helping humanity. as such, there is no equal. many things i have spoken of here i do not have “direct knowledge”. what i do have is an intuitive personality that allow me to connect with a few special people in a way that all would envy if they were to ever experience it.

    and speaking of understanding. while reading this book once will be rewarding & fulfilling to you. being half-way through my second reading i am confident in saying that multiple readings will be required to even begin to unravel the full message. the layers & nuances will transend any traditional understanding you believe you have about storytelling.

    this is fiction that contains a truth so real, so true; that to stare at it unfiltered would be as if to stare at the sun unaided. you would be enlightened, but in the process also possibly blinded. truth undiluted typically is not palatable. as such it is offered in a format as to which you can suspend disbelief, if even for just a moment so as to understand the universal truth that is held within the protective shell of “fantasy”.

    @DaveGrigger

     

     

     

  • Thus Spake Zarathustra

    Thus Spake Zarathustra, by Friedrich Nietzsche.

    A review for all, and for none.

    I make no differentiation between authors and artists. To me a skilled author is an artist. Their words capture our minds, then force us to pay the ransom with our hearts.

    However, what art is is not the subject of this post, if you’re interested in my thoughts on how art is defined please visit this post.

    Art, is amazing in how it impacts us. Equally amazing is the arrogance of some artists. Have you ever encountered one who alludes, directly or indirectly, that if you don’t understand their work you must be an idiot?

    I have, entirely too many times.

    In this instance, the artist I am referring to is Friedrich Nietzsche. Nietzsche has an impressive ability to wrap ugly thoughts and superficial truths in stunningly beautiful words. Don’t be fooled by the glory of the garments when the concepts they cover are reprehensible.

    And thus we arrive at my thoughts on Nietzsche’s work, “Thus Spake Zarathustra: A Book for All and None”. In this example of his work, Nietzsche takes the firm view that his readers are stupid. In fact, he blatantly states this in as many words with the challenge, “whoever is able to grasp me may grasp me! Your crutch, however, I am not.” I do not consider my readers to be idiots, so I won’t presume to simplify Nietzsche’s words.  As written, they speak loud and plain.

    The artistic tactic utilized, that if you need an explanation you’re obviously not capable of true understanding, is clearly illustrated in the tale, “The Emperor’s New Clothes” by Hans Christian Andersen.

    Since none of us likes thinking we lack the intelligence to grasp some arcane concept, we dig deep into the work in question in order to see what everyone else allegedly sees. And when we dig deep enough into anything, be it a piece of dung or a work of philosophy, we uncover new things, new understandings, new thoughts, and new revelations.

    Don’t be fooled.

    What we’ve just uncovered isn’t in the thing being examined, it is from somewhere deep within ourself. We are all extraordinarily complex beings, capable of thoughts far beyond our wildest dreams. All we need do is look, and we will see.

    “Thus Spake Zarathustra” is just such a work. Yes, “Thus Spake Zarathustra” is full of really beautiful words, artistically combined into eloquent, memorable sentences. However, the thoughts these so memorable sentences express are often repugnant. Examples of errant philosophy? “All that proceeds from power is good”, “The fleetest beast to bear you to perfection is suffering”, “All thy passions in the end become virtue, and thy devils angels”, along with innumerable others.

    Repugnant as such sentiments are, the one I personally find utterly abhorrent is this, “Every one being allowed to learn to read, ruineth in the long run not only good writing but also thinking.” Of those two elements, Nietzsche has completely mastered the art of good writing. Sadly, in regarding the second element, that of good thinking, “Thus Spake Zarathustra” is an utter failure.

    A further failure is in how often these memorable little sound bite sentences don’t have context with the other memorable little sounds bites so closely packed around them.  At times this is so predominant as to render the work virtually incomprehensible.  Naturally when this happens we find ourselves re-reading in order to find context that just isn’t there.  The result of this re-reading is our learning much of it by rote.  We can quote it, but we don’t actually understand it. {Of course, pretending to understand makes us appear smarter than the person who blurts out, “The Emperor is naked!” Or does it?}

    Throughout the work Nietzsche looks down his nose at humanity, and he makes no excuse for doing so. Nietzsche’s arrogance is illustrated in this line, “Ye look aloft when ye long for exaltation; and I look downward because I am exalted.

    Perhaps if you look deep enough into this work you’ll find Nietzsche is really saying the opposite of the things he writes. After all, Nietzsche isn’t directly portraying himself as Zarathustra is he? Unfortunately, you’re now looking so deep what you are actually seeing is the Emperor’s new clothes, not the sickly, diseased flesh of the thoughts they conceal.

    My opinion of this work, like many of my thoughts, is conflicted. “Thus Spake Zarathustra” is unquestionably a work of literature. The composition of individual thoughts is so elegant as to be breathtaking. The writing style is bold, powerful, and eloquent.  For those reasons, every author can learn from this work.

    And then there is my conflicted view…

    Please don’t read “Thus Spake Zarathustra” with eyes, heart, and mind wide open as you seek deep, hidden truths. Save such mental and emotional energy for philosophical works that warrant it. Considered as a work of philosophy, “Thus Spake Zarathustra” is simply not worth your time.

    I believe we all search for truth, and we all have an unquenchable thirst for meaning. But know this… that meaning does not dwell in arcane works. No, that meaning dwells within your own heart, and it is there that you should seek it.

    {PS. While you’re here, please browse around. I label my own work, Malmaxa, as “Philosophy, couched as Fantasy.”  However, please do not compare it with Nietzsche, I fear you will do us both a great disservice.}

  • Oblivion’s Forge.

    A review of Oblivion’s Forge, by Simon Williams.

    I am not a prolific reviewer for many reasons, one of which is that I really don’t like spoilers. How to take a well-worn, tried-and-trusted premise and somehow hide the fact it is just more of the same, has been rehashed a thousand times before verbiage none of us should ever be forced to read? I’m pleased to say none of those things is a problem with “Oblivion’s Forge”, by Simon Williams, and thus this review.

    Oblivion’s Forge is interesting, well written, and magnificently original. It is also of sufficient complexity to keep any reader guessing. Simon Williams lays down the threads of his epic Fantasy series masterfully. (This is something readers should bear in mind before beginning the journey – Oblivion’s Forge is only the first book in an epic series.) Right from the outset you’ll find yourself visualizing the completed picture. You’ll also find yourself constantly revising the image as each new thread adds in another layer. Something nasty awaits, you know it, you imagine it, you anticipate it, and Simon Williams gradually reveals it. Each new character is unique, and each new character is conflicted. Who is good, and who is bad remains unclear throughout. Expect redeemable villains, and flawed heroes, furthermore expect to be confused as to which category each new character belongs.

    Simon Williams writing is detailed and thought provoking – so expect to be provoked!

    Others who have reviewed Oblivion’s Forge have described it as “Dark Fantasy”. I don’t see it that way at all. To me the work is full of hope. Yes, the characters inhabit a grim, corrupted world, but all of them, even the most delusional, are striving to make the best of their situation. Each of them believes they are on the correct side. Note I did not say the “right side”. Since each strives for success, why does the writing deserve to be labeled “dark”?

    If you enjoy complex, deep, and substantive writing, then Oblivion’s Forge deserves a place on your reading list. Oblivion’s Forge deserves to be read with a conscious eye to the finer details.

    Are there things about Oblivion’s Forge I didn’t like? Of course, however they are mitigated by the scope of Simon Williams’ vision for his series, of which this is just the first book. I found myself irritated to discover several brand new characters introduced in the closing stages of the work. I feared Simon had run out of original ideas and that these new characters would be used as a deus ex machina device to wrap up the story. Thankfully, my fears proved unfounded.

    No, I’m not going to tell why it is justifiable for new characters to be introduced in the closing pages of a book – to find that out you’ll have to read Oblivion’s Forge yourself. So put on your thinking cap, along with your clairvoyants cape, and prepare for a particularly interesting journey.

    Also remember to pack your hindsight goggles – you’re going to be using them, a lot!

    Bottom line? There are more books in the Aona series, and I will be returning to visit Aona as I traverse their pages. And if they’re as good as Oblivion’s Forge I might even review them!

  • The Sowing – a review.

    I recently finished reading an Advance Review Copy (ARC for short) of a Sci-Fi novel written by a trio of authors, one of whom I discovered on Twitter.  Before I begin my review, I feel the need to disclose a couple of things:–

    First, Amira Makansi was kind enough to review my novel “Beltamar’s War” on her blog {you can find her review here}.  I enjoyed Amira’s review so much that I offered to review her novel.  {Tit-for-Tat… oh no, I won’t play that.}

    Second, I am biased.  Not in favor of Amira, but against novels written by more than a single author.  You see I’ve always held that writing is an art, and art is the creation of an artist, not a committee.  Stacked atop that bias is my previous experience with such works, which I won’t name but which live in infamy in my memory.  When I discovered “The Sowing” is actually the result of co-operation between not two, but three people, my trepidation increased…

    Ok, disclosures complete, onward to the review!

    You’d think by my age I’d have learned a thing or two about stereotypes, and indeed I have.  Sadly, stereotypes generally do hold true.  However, occasionally they don’t – and it’s the don’ts we remember, more than the dos.  I’m happy to inform you that “The Sowing”, is most definitely a “don’t”.  I could not distinguish the individual styles of its authoresses.  You might think this means the writing lacks the vital, yet intangible quality known as voice – you’d be wrong.  Throughout the novel, the style is easy and effortless.  From its slow beginning to it climactic end, this smooth flowing tale is a joy to read.  Nothing jars, except of course the plot elements intended to put you on high alert – and those occur with an ever-increasing frequency as the world unfolds.

    Set in a dystopian future, “The Sowing” is neatly cast as Utopia.  Paradise lost, regained, and now guarded by people with only the best interests in heart.  Unfortunately, as the story unfolds it becomes clear that “the best interests” held are not those of the people, but of themselves.  Even Utopia has a seedy underside.

    “The Sowing” presents the viewpoint of two characters, their teen romance sundered by circumstance.  Remy, is a young lady working in the Resistance.  Vale is a young man working in the Okarian Sector.  After several years apart, they find themselves directly at odds as each struggles to understand the inexplicable choices of the other.  Remy wonders how Vale could possibly stay within, while Vale wonders why Remy has betrayed everything their sector has worked for centuries to accomplish.  Will teen romance wither and die, or simmer and flare?

    In essence, “The Sowing” introduces a classic premise – Evil Empire under attrition from a fledgling Resistance.  Although the story raises old questions, it manages to frame them in new ways.  Little is as it first appears, yet the authors retain their integrity through multiple plot twists and turns.  There is no gratuitous, random nonsense whose only purpose is fulfilling an editor’s perceived need for something that really has no part in the story.  No bumps appear to jar you from the path of this speeding tale.  Every new revelation renders the world more real, while ramping up tension and vesting you deeper in the developing characters.  Every time you think you know what comes next, the plot takes an unexpected, but believable twist.

    Your hopes for the main characters are constantly threatened, but the authors manage to tread the tripwire of suspense with aplomb.  Disaster looms, yet never quite consumes.  Even with the villains unmasked, their motivations remain hidden and leave the reader in a wonderful limbo – can something mitigate their actions?  It isn’t often villainy is portrayed with such subtlety you find yourself hoping something might excuse abhorrent behavior.  That type of sympathy abounds in “The Sowing”.  If you like your heroes pristine, and your villains cast in midnight black, then look elsewhere – in “The Sowing”, every character is… well, human.

    So what is “The Sowing”?  It’s a little bit of romance, a heaping helping of Sci-Fi, and a generous dose of metaphor.  It is today, cast in the future.  It is a simple tale which leads you down a complex path – personally, I think the path begins right here, right now, and that we might be its villains, which may account for why I feel sympathetic to those within the tale.

    Now, I don’t know about you, but for me one of the things I most enjoy about fiction is being surprised.  “The Sowing” doesn’t stop surprising.  Enough said?

    {Now, while you’re here please take a look around, you can find samples of my writing, my tweets and even another review I wrote for an amazing love story by February Grace, another Twitter friend.}

  • Godspeed, by Febraury Grace

    Godspeed is the first review that I’ve posted, and it may well be the last.

    Since I began writing, I’m sad to say my tolerance for poor writing has diminished.  Perhaps this is due to the endless hours spent honing one’s words in attempt to gain a perfection they will never attain. Perhaps it’s due to nothing more than my tolerance for having my time wasted decreasing, as realization of time’s precious nature grows….

    Whatever the reason, it is seldom that I find myself enthralled by a work of such exceptional quality as “Godspeed”, by February Grace.  Thus, this review.

    What is Godspeed about?  If what you seek is a synopsis, you won’t find it here – if that is your desire this is not the place for you.

    Godspeed, is many things, highest amongst them {least in my opinion} it is a literary marvel.  Throughout the novel, February Grace holds true to the imagined time within which it occurs {Godspeed is far more real than “is set” could convey}.  Her sentences deliver thoughts that are profound, complex, yet always consistent.  Sometimes, they require you to slow down, backtrack, calm your beating heart with a deep drawn breath… and read them, again.  When this occurs, the timepiece of your soul strives to overstep its bounds in its eagerness to answer the pleas of the characters, each of whom are dear.  February Grace states the most complicated thoughts in a fashion that makes you appreciate them, and the chance of a reprieve a re-read grants.

    I suffer from heavy feet, capable of cracking the fragile shell of disbelief’s suspension. The slightest jar and my overly critical mind leaps to the fore, ever eager to draw me away from the fantasy world each novel strives to be.  All too often, skeptical mind overcomes willing heart, and renders the remainder of whatever novel an exercise in criticism, not escape.  Simply stated, Godspeed is so exceptional my critical mind never stood a chance.  Oh, it tried – eagerly pointing out a missing word  here, an out of place one, there.  Yet I disregarded my mind completely, scoffing at its vain attempt to distract me from paradise.  That, is what Godspeed is, an oasis of contentment in a sandy sea of also ran.

    What is Godspeed?  It’s a marvelous escape into a cruel, yet more perfect world – for where else could such passion stand a chance?  It’s a story of delightful tragedy, for in its tragedy the seeds of love are sown, and take root.  It’s a tale of romance rewarded, and denied.  It’s about love lost, and gained.  It’s an imagined world so real, its readers find themselves dwelling there.  It’s of life recovered, and life lost.  It’s not happy, yet its joy overwhelms.  It’s of mystery, and mastery.  In a world of irrelevant star ratings, Godspeed shines as bright as the sun and eclipses them all.

    In short, Godspeed is the next book you should read.  What are you still doing here?  Go!

    Only when you reach Godspeed’s end, and are able to place it aside {if only for a time} would I have you venture back, and sample my work – perhaps you’ll find similar satisfaction, likely not.

    P.S. I met February Grace on Twitter, a few short days ago, we exchanged a few words and in her I recognized… something very special.  I hope she enjoys this little tribute.  You can follow her @FebruaryGrace.