Friday, August 15, 2014

Previously on Extreme Hoarders:

Homer & Langley
by E.L. Doctorow
p. 2009




E.L. Doctorow’s Homer and Langley is a historical fiction novel based on the lives of real-life brothers, Homer and Langley Collyer, Manhattan eccentrics who gained unwanted publicity during the Depression era. Taking considerable liberties with history, Doctorow has created a rich collage of 20th century Americana, presenting the brothers as ambassadors of culture in a way, rich treasures tucked away in obscurity, observers of history but not necessarily non-participants.

Homer—the younger brother and narrator of the story—and Langley are the only sons of a wealthy couple who pass away in the young mens’ adolescence, leaving them a spacious Fifth Avenue home. Due to a genetic affliction, Homer has lost his eyesight in his teens. Langley, meanwhile, comes home from the first World War in the wake of his parents’ deaths, greatly changed from the boy that left. Homer—blind and deeply self-conscious—and Langley—stricken with insanity from being gassed in the war—begin to slowly but surely shut themselves off from the outside world.

This doesn’t happen all at once. The hermit lifestyle evolves over time as Homer sinks deeper into loneliness and resignation and Langley literally constructs the walls to his own prison as he amasses a veritable junkyard of knick knacks and possessions that he can never seem to get rid of. Over the years they invite dozens of unique personalities into their home; gangsters, prostitutes, flappers, jazz musicians, and—for a brief period in the sixties—a bevy of hippies that float in and out of the brothers’ lives. They experience a wide range of American life—the evolution of pop music, unrequited love, techonological advance, the pain of losing a loved one in the war, organized crime risen from the Great Depression, McCarthyism and fear-mongering, antiwar protest, a battle with the taxman—before they eventually shutter their windows from the world.

Doctorow has done a wonderful job creating vibrant personalities for two notorious hermits that make them seem endearing and genuine; their motivations for retreating from society are well-defined and relatable. I felt moved by their plights at times and frustrated by their inability to connect at others. Their journey which spans many decades yet never moves beyond the confines of their home is very moving and the way Homer narrates his life tale, addressing a mystery woman named Jacqueline, gives the reader hope that—before the end of his life—Homer finally finds the type of love and companionship he has been seeking his whole life.

... Except that’s not what happens at all!

In a cruel twist, it turns out the oft-mentioned but yet unseen Jacqueline is simply a writer that Homer met once and had a nice afternoon with then never saw again. He constructed an imaginary life with her as he did several other women before her, and deluded himself into believing she would come back for him. Instead, Homer and Langley die, separate and alone, entombed and literally suffocated by their amassed possessions.

I waited patiently for things to turn around for the Collyer brothers but it wasn’t until I read the final few pages and put the book down that I realized I wasn’t going to be getting any sort of uplifting ending. I felt cheated; surely their symbolic suffering would come to an end, surely it meant something, but instead I just felt like chucking the book at the wall.

I didn’t think about the book again for some days but then I sat down to write this review and finally looked up the real-life Collyer brothers, of whom I knew nothing... and it turns out Doctorow’s invented history is actually the optimistic version of the story. Go figure.

Doctorow’s story can pass for truth because not too much is actually known about the reclusive brothers. In the fictionalized story, Homer’s blindness and Langley’s insanity become metaphorical walls between them and the world, a complement their literal walls. In reality, Homer (actually the older of the two in real life) became blind in his forties, and Langley moved in to care for him. Their parents didn’t die young, they didn’t host tea dances and jazz music sessions or put up their house like a hostel to young hippies. They didn’t even live to see the sixties and they never let anyone in anyway. Homer and Langley—the real Homer and Langley—died in 1947, the former of starvation and heart disease, the latter of asphyxiation, smothered by his own hoarded objects. Their deaths were probably painful and terrifying and they were alone, but together in the same house.

So at least Doctorow got that part right.

I don’t blame him for trying to make things seem sunnier. In the author’s version of things, Homer and Langley lived exuberant lives that intertwined with many unforgettable characters. It’s nice to think they experienced life from behind those walls. The more likely reality—that the Collyer brothers were hermits of their own design, afraid and resentful of the outside world all the way to their tragic ends—is a much less interesting story. If I had known the details of their true demise, I probably wouldn’t have resented Doctorow’s ending so much, as it mirrored the truth.

Still, when you take as many liberties as Doctorow has, you might as well fabricate a happy ending as well. Maybe Jacqueline did come back for Homer after all... Just maybe...

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Bad Moon Rising

Moonshine
by Rob Thurman
p. 2007


Word of warning: this review is pretty much 50% spoilers, more for the purposes of discussing if you've already read the book than for pre-reading reviews. Therefore I have not spoiler-barred anything here. If you want a more spoiler-free version, check out my review of Nightlife.




Fresh on the heels of Nightlife, I dove right into its immediate sequel, Moonshine, which takes place some weeks after its predecessor. Cal and Niko have moved on from the Auphe business and are now working as supernatural pest control, essentially supernatural guns for hire. The horrors of the trade are the least of their worries though, when they take a job from the werewolf underworld and Cal’s psychic not-quite-paramour, George, is abducted.


The plot of Moonshine is much more twisty and convoluted than Nightlife, as there are a lot more players involved in the game. It is certainly not short on action, as the book is just a series of encounters with various deadly creatures, some directly involved in the main plot, some not so much.


I’ll speak briefly about the Auphe first. The start of the book gives you the impression that they have been wiped out and no longer pose a threat. Of course, we find out halfway through that this is not true, when a surviving Auphe steps in to derail Cal’s rescue attempts. I actually think it might have been cool if Cal and Niko actually had definitively defeated the Auphe at the end of Nightlife; it would have been unexpected, to say the least, but Moonshine makes it clear that the Auphe are here to stay and will remain the primary protagonists of the series, though for now their efforts seem to be afforded more towards personally fucking up Cal’s life than they are towards world domination. The important thing to learn from the reappearance of the Auphe, though, is that Cal seems to have picked up some of their habits—not so much with the bad ones, like murder and destruction, but the ambiguous ones, like opening portals to travel through. It’s a neat little superpower that will make things quite interesting if Cal A) learns to control it and B) stops agonizing over his Auphe genes and just accepts it as a bonus.


Given Cal’s general attitude, the latter seems unlikely to happen, but the former is a distinct possibility. Indeed, Cal spends just a little bit too much of this book torturing himself over his demonic half and it gets a bit tedious, especially when it’s obvious that it’s being used a plot device to keep him and George apart. I would like to see Cal allow himself to be happy for once. Given the twist at the end of Moonshine (that George was targeted because of who she was, not because of Cal, and it was Cal’s presence in her life that saved her), I had hoped for an opening between the two adorable kids, but the Auphe’s personal mission to destroy Cal’s happiness had to rear its ugly head and make him turn the girl away at the door. This is literally the last scene in Moonshine, ending a bit abruptly and on a sour note. I almost hope the relationship is not revisited in every book, but that will only happen if George leaves town. I’m not entirely against this; as I’d mentioned before, I find George likeable, but admittedly dull and—after her hands off approach to her own fate, demonstrated in this novel—a little frustrating, to be perfectly honest. I’m not sure I’m interested in Cal getting involved with a partner who won’t learn to protect herself, especially when she knows how much evil is out there in her own proverbial backyard.


What little Goodfellow we had in Moonshine was still gold. I had been mostly indifferent to the puck my first time around, but I’m liking him a lot more at a second glance. He’s clearly a character with a lot of history, with a lot to be chipped away, and I’m looking forward to diving deeper into that in the future novels. Goodfellow’s backstory must not only be extensive and layered, but there’s plenty of room there for twists and turns, considering he’s literally been around since the dawn of humanity. His ability to adapt to any culture and still be himself interjects a lot of fun into the otherwise angst-ridden adventures of Cal and Niko. There is a Goodfellow-related thread left open in Moonshine revolving around a mysterious attack with a crossbow at the start of the novel, evidence that some of Thurman’s subplots will likely span multiple novels. This is kind of refreshing in retrospect, but when I was reading the books the first time around, it was highly frustrating. It’s easy to forget everything that happened when you have yearlong intervals between books, the main reason I allowed myself to fall so drastically behind.


Moonshine gives us a much wider look at the Cal Leandros universe, introducing us to plenty of creepy crawlies, complete with Thurman’s vivid descriptions. She has set up a New York rich with seedy underbelly possibilities and she doesn’t skimp on the brutality. The novel opens with a brutalized little girl, dead by the hands of one of these said creepy crawlies (and perhaps setting up a parallel for the later abduction of George, an innocent ‘girl’ in her own right), and it doesn’t spare us the raw hurt of the murder. It’s sad, no doubt, but Thurman affords the right amount of solemnity to the tragic death. If there’s one thing Thurman has nailed, it is the raw emotion of her characters, which she undoubtedly knows like the back of her hand.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Carry On My Wayward Son...

Nightlife
by Rob Thurman
p. 2006




PSA: I tried staying mostly spoiler free because I hope this review attracts new readers and I don't want to ruin anything, but I couldn't resist completely. Highlight the black-barred text if you want to read my 'spoilered' section, which includes spoilers for both Nightlife and the television series, "Supernatural"





My first reread of the year, Nightlife is the first in an urban sci-fi/fantasy series written by Rob Thurman and released just eight years ago. I had picked it up about the same time and read through it in a couple of days and I was hooked. I had impatiently waited for the release of the following two books, then got a bit behind and stopped reading (though I didn’t stop collecting, as I always knew I’d pick it up again). It’s been years since I’ve been submerged in Thurman’s world; there are now eight novels in the series, each released a year apart, and I intend to have them all read by the end of 2014... so I can impatiently await the ninth book, I guess. At least Thurman’s been busier in recent years, releasing novels in different series, so I have something else to sate my thirst.


I have some complicated thoughts on Rob Thurman. For starters, I feel a small sense of victory that I was able to correctly guess that Thurman was female. Robyn Thurman purposefully left her gender ambiguous for the first few novel releases. I had to seek out her Livejournal (remember, this was 2006) before I could confirm what I’d guessed simply by her style of writing.


Speaking of her style, I both love and hate Rob Thurman... because I feel her style is exactly what mine would be like if I could just finish something. I instantly declared a silent allegiance to Thurman as an author because I was so impressed by her introspective, emotional representation of her well-drawn characters. It just falls so perfectly in line with my interests: urban fantasy, character-driven, intense and angsty, focuses on brothers, lots of dialogue, very sarcastic characters. It is because of these qualities that I first had the inkling that Thurman was secretly female. It could just be that I identified with her and projected my own gender onto her, but against all evidence to the contrary, I happened to be right, so maybe there is something to that.


There is probably also something to the fact that I love/hate her because not only has she written a story so disturbingly similar to my style and interests, but she has written many of them before I can even finish one. It’s a minor thing, of course, and any jealousy I have vanishes the moment I get sucked in to one of her books.


Let’s talk briefly about the plot: the series in question is loosely referred to as the Cal Leandros series, because that is the protagonist they have in common. Cal, short for Caliban—a cruel name bestowed on him by an uncaring mother who has deemed him a monster—is a 19-year-old half human, half demon living off the radar in New York City with only his older (fully human) brother Niko for company. Cal and Niko have been running for their lives for the past three years from Cal’s demon ‘family,’ the Auphe, hideously pasty, elven demons from another time. They’ve been banished to a hellish dimension, their numbers dwindling, ever since the induction of the human race, and they have plans for Cal to help them regain power. They kidnapped him once before—an experience that has been erased from Cal’s memory—and Niko is there to make sure it never happens again.


Nightlife is in every way an origin story. There are three supporting characters in Niko and Cal’s circle and their roles are pretty efficiently established in Nightlife. Of the three, Robin Goodfellow is clearly designed to be a fan favorite. Not only does he share his name with the author, but he gets some of the best dialogue in a story already rich with sarcastic quips and one-liners. Goodfellow is a puck, the mythical goat-man (less a pair of goat legs, a depiction Goodfellow dismisses as a poor fashion statement), and he is almost as old as the Auphe. These days he masquerades as a car salesman... until Cal and Niko come along and upend his comfortable—if lonely—existence.


I’m a little disappointed with the depiction of the two female characters, Promise, a vampire with a similar temperament as and a thing for Niko, and George, a syrupy sweet teenage psychic who clings to her notions about Cal despite the latter’s valiant attempts to push her away. Both characters are likeable, no doubt about it, but they aren’t really relatable or particularly complicated yet. They are too idealized, designed to be the perfect soulmates for Niko and Cal without really developing as individuals first. I hope this changes in later books; there’s still time, though from my memory, this doesn’t change in the first three books.


My only other complaint is that, for a first novel, Thurman’s characters are perhaps a little too well-defined. The reader can get a sense of them after the first hundred pages, and the characters themselves always know how the others are going to react. It’s comforting to know that Thurman knows her characters like the back of her hand, but it leaves little room for them to surprise you, even this early on.


That said, I liked this novel even more the second time around and my reread has sufficiently energized me to continue the series. Maybe not all at once, but before the end of the year, for sure. There are definite shades of one of my favorite television shows, “Supernatural,” in these books; even the author has admitted this after checking out the CW program, which started roughly a year before Nightlife’s release. Two adult brothers fighting monsters for a living, always on the run, one older and overprotective, the younger troubled and with shades of demonic influence to him. Hell, even the little details are strikingly similar: mom meets a fiery end at the hand of ‘demons,’ little brother takes a fatal knife to the gut and is brought back by supernatural means, and both Cal and Sam’s demonic heritage was orchestrated by the bad guys in order to use both young men as a gateway between worlds. I guess this makes Robin Goodfellow their ‘Castiel’... except a complete 180 in disposition. Where Castiel can be no-nonsense, asexual, naive, Goodfellow is a hedonistic, vainglorious pit of sarcasm. It’s an interesting contrast, though not as interesting as the difference in brotherly relationships. One thing I find refreshing about Thurman’s series over "Supernatural" (a TV show I’ve loved and hated over the years) is that Cal and Niko have a refreshingly honest relationship. They don’t spend the books constantly bickering and being emotionally stunted like Sam and Dean Winchester. I only hope the books retain this dynamic going forward.

I could say a lot more about my likes and dislikes in Nightlife, but I have seven more reviews ahead of me, and I'm sure I'll have a lot more to say, so I'll leave it for now.

Kalian Pendek Solves His Own Murder

Identity Seven
by Robert Lory
p. 1974


First off, I would like to point out that at no time in this novel does a many-tentacled nightmare creature wrestle with a bare-breasted buxom blonde, but such is the way with seventies science fiction covers! On with the review...



Robert Lory’s solo novel, Identity Seven, is a short science fiction/adventure novel that leaves more questions than explanations. It’s called Identity Seven, the codename for the protagonist in the agency he works for, Hunters Associated, but he is addressed throughout the novel by one of his fake identities, Kalian Pendek. Pendek has a real name and identity, but his memory has been wiped and all he knows is his life as a ‘hunter’ for Hunters Associated, where he plays the role of spy, bounty hunter, mercenary, soldier of fortune, etc. 

When the story picks up, Pendek is contracted to investigate the ambush and murder of Identity Six, a carbon copy of himself. He steps into the role vacated by Six, which includes being the subject of several more assassination attempts. Pendek must figure out who among many associates—some friendly, some hostile, any of them deadly—has been trying to kill him, and his search takes him to a bunch of fantastical places and through a number of skirmishes.

Pendek is alright as a hero, and the characters surrounding him—woefully underdeveloped in the style of classic science fiction, wherein the hero and his gal are pretty much the only ones who get any facetime—are more than acceptable for their parts. That is to say, if there had ever been a sequel to Identity Seven, I’d easily believe there was more to them than what little I saw here. One thing that stuck out to me was one of the minor villains (and briefly a suspect in the Pendek assassination plot) was a pirate who was unapologetically female. Lory didn’t give much detail about her, and she was defeated by our hero pretty easily, but in 1974, just to have a formidable foe be a woman was pretty impressive.

I couldn’t find much about Robert Lory. He didn’t specialize in science fiction; it seems he was more notorious for a Dracula series he wrote around the same time as Identity Seven. He seems to still be living and released a book just this year after a long absence. Sadly, he never did anything more with his Identity Seven characters, which is actually a shame because there’s actually a lot of potential in it. Identity Seven picks up seemingly in the middle of Pendek’s journey, and I could easily see more adventures in store, but I suppose they will have to be relegated to one’s imagination.