| Fallen Host | ||||||||
| Lyda Morehouse | ||||||||
| Roc Books, 352 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Lisa DuMond
Back we go to the future world of Archangel Protocol where angels
-- arch and otherwise, demons, Gorgons, the LINKed, and the unLINKed move among us. Forget everything you thought you
knew about labels, because they mean less than nothing here and placing your trust in a biblical good-guy archetype can
get you killed faster than the death has time to register. Morehouse examines the psychology and sensibilities of
religious mythology and moves things out of the dark vs light simplicity and into the shifting haze that is life here on Earth.
A new investigator steps in to fill the hollow Deidre McMannus' flight left in the narrative; this time, it's one
of the Pope's own Inquisitors. Emmaline McNaughten, American Catholic priest and international cop, has been given
an assignment such as never heard before: determine if Page, the A.I., has a soul. Simple enough... if one regularly
unties Gordian knots while wearing sparring gloves. This is one case she's supposed to bungle, but her employers,
perhaps no one, knows her as well as they think. Tougher than the fires of hell is this woman.
And back from those very fires is the fascinating Morningstar, fallen angel number one, one of the most complex
characters ever imagined. If you read Morehouse debut novel, you know not to expect Old Pitch with cloven hooves,
horns, and an uncontrolled taste for sadism. This tarnished archangel is more an embittered, disowned child, wanting
desperately to be coaxed back into the fold, to the parent he loves to the point of madness. If he gets involved in
trouble while here amongst us, somehow it seems more humanity's and his creator's fault than any true evil nature on his part.
Emmaline and Morningstar are two raging wildfires that have to meet at some point, and that point is Page. Both
want to discover if Mouse's creation is the first A.I. with a certified soul. What each plans to do with that
soul if they find it they aren't saying. Too bad there is a regular caravan of parties after the very same thing;
no one is too squeamish to let a minor matter like murder slow them down.
Fallen Host is bullet-train fast and at least as dangerous. "Soldiers" from all sides who get in the way
end up a crimson smear on the page. Not even those who manage to grab on escape unscathed. It's brutal, passionate,
poignant, and thought-provoking -- just the startling artistry we should expect from Morehouse.
And with every word Fallen Host evokes a hallelujah!
In between reviews, articles, and interviews, Lisa DuMond writes science fiction and humour. DARKERS, her latest novel, was published in August 2000 by Hard Shell Word Factory. She has also written for BOOKPAGE and PUBLISHERS WEEKLY. Her articles and short stories are all over the map. You can check out Lisa and her work at her website hikeeba!. |
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