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Thomas Covenant: The First Two Trilogies

November 7, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

A few weeks ago I plunged into a blast from the past: Lord Foul’s Bane, the first novel in The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant series by Stephen R. Donaldson. Between now and then I re-read the entire series. All ten books. I’ll admit that my interest flagged a bit by the last novel, but I enjoyed the experience and probably won’t repeat it any time soon.

Donaldson has characterized the series as a Jungian tale of swords and sorcery: first you defeat your enemy, then your enemy defeats you, then you become him. In the first trilogy, Thomas Covenant, the least-likely protagonist in fantasy fiction, defeats Lord Foul the Despiser because of his leprosy: there’s no horror that Foul can inflict on him that he hasn’t already experienced, no amount of loathing the Despiser can heap on him that he hasn’t already inflicted on himself. His numbness, impotence, and self-hatred became his armor, and his wedding ring, which he still wore despite his wife’s divorcing him for being a leper, became a talisman of incredible power. In the final pages of The Power That Preserves, the third book in the trilogy, Donaldson ends the question of whether or not Covenant has imagined his experiences by having the Land’s Creator save his life in the so-called “real” world. Covenant has conquered his demons, saved something larger than himself, and developed some integrity along the way. He learned how to forgive and accept forgiveness. Cowardice is no longer an option in his life. Alienation isn’t something he has to embrace. His travails, one would assume, are over. He’s defeated his enemy.

Except he hasn’t. Not really. In The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Covenant is stabbed in the real world to save his estranged wife’s life and, instants later, returns to the Land with a companion: an emotionally-damaged doctor named Linden Avery, who becomes a co-protagonist in the series. In the first book, The Wounded Land, we learn that Lord Foul has recovered from the injury done to him by Covenant, and has altered the Land in horrific ways. Instead of the natural cycle of the seasons, the Land goes through rapid successions of drought, pestilence, torrential rain, and accelerated fecundity. If the Land’s independent existence was proven in the first trilogy, in this second trilogy we learn, however obliquely, that the Land’s fate and condition nevertheless hinge upon the subconscious of people like Covenant and Linden. The Land’s plight is an echo of Linden’s injured psyche. The second book, The One Tree, is arguably the best in the series, not least because it takes us far away from the Land to see other cultures, other strange beings. Here, Linden finds that, like all of us, she’s capable of both terrible evil and selfless acts of healing, which sets her on the road to becoming a whole person. The plot reverses the standard fantasy trope of a quest to save the world, because in the end they fail (or think that they failed), and everything turns out wrong. By the time they return to the Land in the third book, White Gold Wielder, Covenant has a plan, and executes it. What makes this interesting in a meta-sense is that the conflict in the book doesn’t arise from Covenant’s plan failing, or even coming close to failure: it’s that Linden is afraid of what will happen if he succeeds. Pleasantly for everyone involved, Covenant does succeed, and even though Foul kills him, Foul is subsequently defeated and Linden heals both herself and the Land. Linden’s tragic, awful history doesn’t have to define her. She can love and accept love, she can be vulnerable without being killed.

I’ll wrap up this analysis of the Thomas Covenant series another time, and will address the Last Chronicles then.

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Going Home Again 2: Lord Foul’s Bane

September 26, 2018 by David Dubrow 3 Comments

Some time ago I talked about rereading Michael Moorcock’s Elric series, or at least the first seven books of it. Today I’m going back to the well to discuss my reread of Lord Foul’s Bane, the first book in Stephen R. Donaldson’s series The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever.

Though published in the 1970’s, the Thomas Covenant series still holds up as a classic of heroic fantasy, in large part because it reversed the common tropes of swords and sorcery novels by creating a horribly unlikable, impotent anti-hero as the protagonist. In this way Donaldson went further than Moorcock, who at least portrayed his anti-hero Elric as a powerful magician; by contrast, Thomas Covenant is a profoundly weak man who only uses power when physically forced to by others or, at the end of his physical and spiritual rope, to save a place that he himself considers imaginary.

As a protagonist, Covenant is as flawed as he is original. Before the events of Lord Foul’s Bane he contracts leprosy and as a result loses two fingers from his right hand. His wife divorces him, taking their infant son. His home town ostracizes him, terrified of the disease. Leprosy has become the single most important factor of his life, because if he gets injured, the injury may reawaken the leprosy in his bloodstream and cause him to quite literally rot away. Blindness, gangrene, loss of limbs: it’s horrible. And, at the time of the novels, incurable.

During a defiant trip to town he is knocked unconscious and awakens in a fantasy world called The Land where he’s considered the second coming of The Land’s greatest hero, Berek Halfhand. His wedding ring, which he stubbornly refused to take off after the divorce, is a talisman of powerful magic in this new realm. Everyone he meets is prepared to honor if not worship him. The Land’s greatest enemy, Lord Foul, gives him a message to take to the Lords of Revelstone, The Land’s leaders, warning them that he, Lord Foul, has returned after thousands of years to destroy everything.

Covenant rejects all of it. He doesn’t believe in The Land. He thinks it’s all a dream. And when he’s cured of his leprosy by a magic substance called hurtloam, he can’t handle the feeling of his nerves, once dead from leprosy, becoming reawakened. He rapes the young girl taking care of him and reluctantly goes to deliver Foul’s message to the Lords, guided by the mother of the girl he raped.

So we’re already in very strange territory: a leper rapist protagonist. He’s deliberately unlikable, cowardly, and weak. And yet we can’t help but understand him. He’s not a good man, but he’s not evil, either. We see incredible things through his eyes, but he’s almost never moved to take action. Can he save The Land? Can he save himself?

As fascinating as the book is, it’s not perfect. Reams have been written about the author’s use of terms like hebetude, desuetude, roynish, cymar, and hundreds of other words that most of us have never heard of. While many of Donaldson’s archaic and/or otherwise obscure terms can be divined through context, they take the reader out of the book. Much is made of Covenant’s “self-despite,” and the book’s main protagonist, Lord Foul, is called The Despiser. The problem is that a term like self-despite doesn’t have the same punch as “self-hatred”, which is what the author means. We’ve all experienced moments of self-hatred, usually after polishing off an entire pint of Ben & Jerry’s. But we don’t suffer from self-despite. It’s not even a case of elevated diction: it’s wrong word choices, and the entire series suffers from it.

But not too much. The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant are too good not to read. Or reread. I myself have read it a half-dozen times since picking the series up in the mid-1980’s. Covenant’s personal quest, his weakness, the characters he meets, the places he goes: they’re all unforgettable, and the first book in the series, Lord Foul’s Bane, is the best. Donaldson introduces us to the semi-animist concept of Earthpower and then goes to show us how it can be used to do both great and awful things. Creatures like ur-viles, Waynhim, and Cavewights are vivid and disturbing, and the secondary characters are drawn in realistic terms, even if they speak in stilted, archaic English.

Lord Foul’s Bane is a gigantic book in both scope and ideas, and it deserves better than a surface discussion. It’s very much a polarizing work with many detractors. If you want to have a sad laugh, check out the Goodreads reviews of it; you’ll find many, many people who find the book…problematic. We’re not invited to love or even like Thomas Covenant. That’s not why he’s there. He’s an icon of human weakness, both a victim and a victimizer, and his adventures reflect the parts of us that we wish weren’t there. As both a teenager angry at the world and an adult who tries to practice gratitude every day I can still find much to love about this book. It’s not to everyone’s taste, but you should give it a try if you haven’t already.

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Book Review: Night of the Furies

August 1, 2018 by David Dubrow 2 Comments

In Night of the Furies, David Angsten weaves history, mythology, and thrills into a novel that’s as difficult to put down as the first book in his Night-Sea Trilogy, Dark Gold, with an even harder edge. Night of the Furies takes us to Greece, where Jack Duran is once again lured by his semi-crazy brother Dan into a secret world of mysticism and peril: this time, they attempt to plumb the disturbing depths of the Eleusinian Mysteries, literary ground I haven’t traveled since reading Mary Renault’s The King Must Die decades ago.

As it turns out, there’s as much danger inherent in the Bacchanal today as there was in the time of Theseus. And the Furies are real. Trust me.

While brothers Jack and Dan are as thick as thieves, one thing does come between them: the beautiful Phoebe, a Dutch foreign exchange student as alluring as she is untouchable. Her presence disturbs as much as the terrible truths Jack and Dan unearth.

In the last quarter of the novel everything crashes together into a shattering climax that will have you on the edge of your seat, gripping your e-reader with damp fingers. It’s that good. From heart-pumping chases across ancient rooftops to sensuous orgies to the horrific secrets behind the Eleusinian Mysteries, there’s something for everyone in Night of the Furies.

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Book Review: Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 3

May 25, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I’ve read Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volumes 1 and 2, and in reviewing each one, I alluded to the difficulty of defining “hardcore” in the context of horror. What does it mean? Year’s Best Hardcore Horror Volume 3 has horror in it, and some of the stories are kind of horrible, but is it hardcore?

More to the point, is it hardcore enough for you?

Whether it is or not, a number of the stories don’t tell a story as much as they spray descriptive passages of grotesquerie onto the page. Other tales make more sense to the author, no doubt, than the reader; perhaps your humble reviewer is just too stupid to get them. I (almost) always hold that possibility out.

With that in mind, I didn’t get Annie Neugebauer’s So Sings the Siren. I gather it meant something deep, as it started with a Kafka quote, but I lacked the wit to grasp it. The reader can comfortably accuse me of sexism and hence disregard all future opinions by my addition of The Better Part of Drowning by Octavia Cade to the less-comprehensible pile. The Watcher by Douglas Ford wasn’t as much a story as a strangled, tedious narrative focusing on racism and a sick, PTSD-suffering veteran (military vets aren’t part of a protected class like other minorities, so they make good antagonists).

In the imagery over plot pile, Tim Curran’s Scratching from the Outer Darkness goes to the Cthulhupocalypse, which is always welcome; unfortunately, there’s quite a lot of unnecessary description that drags down the narrative. Nathan Ballingrud’s The Maw posited a different kind of apocalypse, but it ladled on the imagery in big, indigestible dollops to cover a familiar story. Brian Hodge’s West of Matamoros, North of Hell ended up being extremely top-heavy without a satisfying conclusion, though it sure was hard-core enough. For me.

Ryan Harding’s Junk was entertainingly disgusting; I liked how he got into the head of an unlikable protagonist. The Cenacle by Robert Levy was very, very long and I lost interest in the last quarter. Luciano Marano’s Burnt did an admirable job of making me squirm. Fans of Matt Shaw’s brand of horror fiction will enjoy Letter from Hell, which is the best thing I can say about it. Readers who enjoy stories of priests who are less priestly than, say, Charlie Sheen will dig R. Perez de Pereda’s Bernadette. Adramelech by Sean Patrick Hazlett was a decent story told in Lovecraftian style sans tentacles. Tree Huggers by Nathan Robinson was a fun sci-fi horror tale that achieves what it sets out to do. The Social Justice crowd will grow warm and tingly over Daniel Marc Chant’s Ultra. Normal people will roll their eyes.

Tim Waggoner’s Til Death is one of my favorites. Holy cow, is it horrific and disturbing. Glenn Gray’s Break had me skipping breakfast that day. Adam Howe’s Foreign Bodies was both hysterically funny and disgusting, which he’s pretty much cornered the market on. The Dogs by Scott Smith is one of those rare stories you will find hard to forget days after you read it. Which is kind of a problem, because it’s pretty damned horrific.

The tremendous highs outweigh the mild lows in this third volume of the Year’s Best Hardcore Horror series, so I’m happy to recommend it to horror fans. Give it a look and let me know what you think.

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Book Review: Earth Abides

May 21, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I still read books, even if I no longer review them for the now-defunct site The Slaughtered Bird. A recent read was George R. Stewart’s novel Earth Abides. Written in 1949, it describes a post-apocalyptic scenario in which graduate student Isherwood Williams (Ish) is bitten by a rattlesnake near a remote cabin, falls ill, and recovers to find that the world’s population has been all but eliminated by a plague of some sort.

Ish wanders the country to see the devastation, then returns home and meets a few other survivors, who become neighbors. It isn’t long before he starts a family, and events proceed from there.

Post-apocalyptic fiction has changed dramatically since Earth Abides; in today’s tales, the focus is generally on survival in the face of outside threats: looters, aliens, zombies, etc. Once immediate survival concerns are addressed, the characters typically attempt to rebuild civilization as it once was, with electricity, running water, a government, etc.

Not so here. Earth Abides is terribly bleak. The survivors become scavengers feeding off the corpse of the industrialized society they squat upon. No one is capable of building anything lasting, or even thinking far enough in the future to identify something as important as alternative water sources. As the protagonist, Ish suffers from a terrible lack of leadership qualities, a problem he recognizes in himself and simply cannot seem to alter in any way. He’s the de facto leader of his tiny community only because there’s no one else with the intelligence, gumption, or inclination to take charge.

The issue of intelligence being an innate, immutable thing is a major theme of the novel: you’re either born smart or you’re born stupid. Ish, being a graduate student, is apparently the smartest person alive, and everyone else is, quite literally, too dumb to learn anything except the most basic survival skills. He even judges his own children to be mentally deficient; all except one, his favorite: a boy named Joey. What makes this interesting is that Ish sees himself as highly intelligent, but is also aware that he lacks the knowledge that would enable him to rebuild civilization himself. He can’t build a house, repair a car, fix the plumbing, or cut out an appendix. What he can do is philosophize and feel superior to the other survivors. In this, I can’t help but think that the author is either satirizing his own academic colleagues as worthless elitists, or putting himself wholly into the character of Ish and exposing his own elitism. Ish knows everything except what he needs to know, and that presents a problem for himself and his Tribe.

Today’s sensitive readers may flap their hands at the author’s treatment of black people in the novel, despite that Ish marries one and the black people, as negatively as they’re portrayed, at least can farm and take care of animals and do all the things necessary to build a proper community. I’d rather live with them.

Earth Abides shows a decidedly pessimistic post-WWII view of humanity, society, and culture, and while it’s not as unrelievedly dark and distressing as Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, it’s got more than its fair share of hopelessness.

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Book Review: 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos

February 15, 2018 by David Dubrow Leave a Comment

I first heard of Professor Jordan B. Peterson the way many people have: I watched Cathy Newman’s disastrous interview where she deliberately misrepresented every one of his responses, requiring him to correct her time and time again with a level of patience and humor one rarely sees in such hostile circumstances. Then I saw some highlight reels of his lectures. Then people I liked and respected started to say good things about him. So I picked up Peterson’s book 12 Rules for Life: An Antidote to Chaos and began reading.

It is, without doubt, the most frustrating book I’ve ever read.

Frustrating because I find myself wishing this book had come to me twenty years ago. Twenty-five years ago. But back then my head was so firmly wedged up my rear end that I would’ve scoffed at the book as unable to teach the brilliant me anything I didn’t know. So I’ve had to content myself with the acknowledgment that I’ve read the book today, in my middle years, and that it still taught me a great deal about myself, why I do what I do, and most importantly, how to change what I don’t like about myself. I wish I’d read it sooner.

Criticisms of the book include claims that Peterson’s maxims like Pursue what is meaningful (not what is expedient) and Do not let your children do anything that makes you dislike them are too simple, that all you need to do is look at the chapter headings and you’ve gotten as much as you need from the text. These criticisms miss the forest for the trees. Drawing on his clinical experience, his research, his life experience, and texts like Paradise Lost and The Brothers Karamazov (among many others), he supports these maxims with thoughtful foundations that not only lead you to wisdom, but show you a path to seek out further learning.

He acknowledges suffering in a deeply personal way, describing what he and his family have gone through, not to mention his patients. But he also shows a way past it, a way to overcome suffering through tiny victories that lead to larger ones. It’s this acknowledgment, this explanation that no matter what you’re suffering you’re not truly alone in the mass of anguished humanity, that really shines. He addresses lying to oneself and lying to others as a terrible, soul-destroying poison in Rule 8: Tell the truth – or, at least, don’t lie; the seething anger of mass murderers (and those who idolize them) in Rule 6: Set your house in perfect order before you criticize the world; toxic relationships in Rule 3: Make friends with people who want the best for you; and many other subjects.

As a long-time student of the interpretation of body language, I found this statement of his fascinating: “Much of what we consider healthy mental function is the result of our ability to use the reactions of others to keep our complex selves functional. We outsource the problem of our sanity.”

This one was another favorite (over a thousand other people also found it meaningful): “It is far better to render Beings in your care competent than to protect them.” Excellent advice, particularly for parents. (There’s a reason why the term Being is capitalized. Read the book to find out.)

After I read the book, I looked back at the Cathy Newman interview and found that Peterson indeed practices what he preaches. The most remarkable moment in the interview is at 22:11, when Newman asks the patently ludicrous question, “Why should your right to freedom of speech trump a trans person’s right not to be offended?” Peterson’s answer is both pointed and poignant when he says, “Look at the conversation we’re having right now. You’re certainly willing to risk offending me in the pursuit of truth. Why should you have the right to do that? It’s been rather uncomfortable.” That simple honesty, that acknowledgment of discomfort, is something you almost never see in an interview. And Newman literally had no answer to it.

Improvement demands discomfort. Even pain. But you don’t have to bull your way through it alone. That’s where 12 Rules for Life comes in. You don’t have to agree with all of it, but you will come out the other end a lot smarter and wiser than you did before you cracked the book. How often can you say that about anything you read?

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