Victory of Eagles
Oct. 23rd, 2008 12:36 amI've already recommended Naomi Novik's Temeraire series, starting with His Majesty's Dragon, so the only thing I'll leave outside the cut is that boy howdy am I enjoying this series, and why don't we have book six yet?
Okay, so, I giggled like a madwoman for the first hundred pages or more, and most of that is Temeraire's fault. (With the occasional assist from Iskierka, whom I love to pieces, in part because I am such a Granby fangirl.) Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this the first we've seen of Temeraire's point of view? I think so, and man, it's fabulous. He's got such a distinctive voice, that comes across as very British, very nineteenth-century, and very intellect of a borderline genius paired with the experiential maturity of a growing child. Temeraire's smart, but he doesn't always get things, simply because he hasn't been around for very long and doesn't always understand how or why things work.
Not that I don't like Laurence -- I do -- but Temeraire kind of ran away with this book.
The giggling stopped as the war went on, though, because things really do seem to be taking a turn for the brutal. It makes me wish I were conversant with Napoleonic history; clearly we've taken a sharp turn away from the actual chronology, but I don't have a context into which I may put these changes. (Plus it means Novik can sneak things like Wellesley up on me. I had no idea that was his actual name.) Anyway, Europe appears to be modernizing its dragon warfare rather rapidly, with some pretty brual consequences. It's registering on me kind of like the draconic equivalent of the technological changes in WWI: the death toll isn't nearly so high, but there's a sense that the established traditions of how war ought to be fought are falling apart, with increasingly bloody results. And I'm curious to see where that's going.
(I doubt it's really going to New South Wales. Me, I want more foreign dragons. Do they have them in India? Or how about letting the Americas make an appearance?)
That's all, really; I don't have any deep or meaningful points to make. Except that I really do enjoy this series so very much.
Okay, so, I giggled like a madwoman for the first hundred pages or more, and most of that is Temeraire's fault. (With the occasional assist from Iskierka, whom I love to pieces, in part because I am such a Granby fangirl.) Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't this the first we've seen of Temeraire's point of view? I think so, and man, it's fabulous. He's got such a distinctive voice, that comes across as very British, very nineteenth-century, and very intellect of a borderline genius paired with the experiential maturity of a growing child. Temeraire's smart, but he doesn't always get things, simply because he hasn't been around for very long and doesn't always understand how or why things work.
Not that I don't like Laurence -- I do -- but Temeraire kind of ran away with this book.
The giggling stopped as the war went on, though, because things really do seem to be taking a turn for the brutal. It makes me wish I were conversant with Napoleonic history; clearly we've taken a sharp turn away from the actual chronology, but I don't have a context into which I may put these changes. (Plus it means Novik can sneak things like Wellesley up on me. I had no idea that was his actual name.) Anyway, Europe appears to be modernizing its dragon warfare rather rapidly, with some pretty brual consequences. It's registering on me kind of like the draconic equivalent of the technological changes in WWI: the death toll isn't nearly so high, but there's a sense that the established traditions of how war ought to be fought are falling apart, with increasingly bloody results. And I'm curious to see where that's going.
(I doubt it's really going to New South Wales. Me, I want more foreign dragons. Do they have them in India? Or how about letting the Americas make an appearance?)
That's all, really; I don't have any deep or meaningful points to make. Except that I really do enjoy this series so very much.
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Date: 2008-10-23 12:47 pm (UTC)Doesn't help that one of my soft markers for a floundering series is that the characters keep moving to new worldbuilding.
I loved Laurence this time, how he's struggling so much. He's been reduced to duty and love for Temeraire, it seems, and the two are in conflict.
A preemptive bookfling: if it turns out that Iski is the Rainbow Serpent, I will be pissed.
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Date: 2008-10-23 05:08 pm (UTC)And it's really just the anthropologist in me, wanting to see other parts of the world. You're right that her plots are usually stronger when they stay closer to home. (I think Victory of Eagles is her most coherently-structured book since His Majesty's Dragon.)
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Date: 2008-10-23 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)But I also giggled myself silly enjoying Temeraire's POV - especially the bits about how it's so much less satisfying to endure hardship when no one notices or appreciates the effort. Classic Temeraire. I just want to hug him. . . or, you know, as much of him as I could reach.
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Date: 2008-10-23 05:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-26 03:36 am (UTC)Don't even try to deny it. Kyle will back me up if he's read the books.
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Date: 2008-10-23 05:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-10-23 06:16 pm (UTC)In particular, though, I really don't like the plots where it feels like the only sane people are the hero and his buddies. Regardless of the historical context. It smacks of lazy writing. It's also very one dimensional, and leaves me viewing the opposition as cardboard cutouts, primarily there to provide the background for lots of angst. And to serve as plot devices.
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Date: 2008-10-30 01:18 am (UTC)I didn't really come away with the impression that the only sane people were the hero and his buddies, though. In fact, I was pleasantly impressed with the Brits' increasing willingness to adapt with the times -- transporting soldiers by dragon, etc. Wellesley was at the forefront of that, of course, and if I knew his history better I'd have a clearer sense of whether that's a fair representation of the man. But I never felt Laurence was the only sane one, or that I was supposed to believe it. The prejudice against him was entirely justified.