| Drinking Midnight Wine | |||||||||
| Simon R. Green | |||||||||
| Roc, 352 pages | |||||||||
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A review by Nathan Brazil
The setting is the small English town of Bradford-on-Avon, a real place, which is also the home of the
author. Green portrays the town as a nexus of supernatural power, which has form on two coexisting
planes; the normal, real world, referred to as Veritie, and its supernatural
counterpart, Mysterie. In Veritie, citizens can only be human, are mostly subject to the same laws of
physics that govern humanity, but can grow and develop. In Mysterie, super-nature is fixed; the fantastic
is possible, but cannot be more or less. It simply is, and always will be.
Mysterie is a fantasy world that is home to demi-gods, forces of nature, immortals, etc. Gayle,
the object of Toby's desire, is a semi-retired goddess who deliberately stepped away from her higher
form, in order to gain the individual perspective of a human life. Her sister, Luna, is
powerful, and almost completely mad due to having been raped by the Serpent in the Sun. Then there's Jimmy
Thunder, a direct if somewhat diluted descendant of Thor. Jimmy is a Private Eye, and carries Thor's
mighty hammer. The only problem is the hammer Mjolnir is now so old that it has gone senile, and sometimes doesn't come
back when thrown! Another terrific supporting character is the reluctant werewolf, Leo Morn, who is
in telepathic contact with his "Brother Under the Hill," a being from the dawn of mankind. Pitted
against them are two excellent bad guys, one of whom is actually a woman. The other is Hob, who is more or less Satan.
Early on, Toby discovers that following Gayle to where he does not belong has resulted in him becoming
a focal point. He is fated to be in a position where his choice will affect both worlds. Not even Carys
Galloway, the Waking Beauty, who seems to know everything else, can predict exactly where or when Toby's
moment will come. Only that the decision he makes is his alone. Gayle also warns Toby that he should not
love her, because mortal cannot love immortal, but like any hopeless romantic, he completely ignores
this advice. The plot, which always plays second fiddle to the characterisations, concerns the
machinations of the Serpent in the Sun. This ultimate evil works through his son and agent on
Earth, Nicolas Hob. At Hob's side is Angel, a terrifyingly powerful fallen angel who cannot remember
her former existence, or why she was cast down to Earth. The Serpent's heinous plan is to erase
humanity and start again, with something a little less troublesome and a little more
predictable. Can a ramshackle band of has-beens and reluctant heroes save the day? Yes, of course
they can, and knowing that makes not a jot of difference. Because this is the kind of book where, by
design, the journey is far more interesting than the outcome.
It is a testament to Simon R. Green's skill as a storyteller, that he gets away with a novel where a good
three quarters is taken up with characters doing little more than sitting around talking to each other.
Quite often these talks involve great dollops of exposition, or historical data concerning Bradford-on-Avon
and its environs. Yet at no point are these conversations ever boring. The plot occasional leaps for the
throat of the reader, such as when our awkward hero is shot dead, for a short time, but refreshingly,
even this "total death" experience is not used as an excuse to turn him into anything more than he
already is; a middle-aged man with sharp wits, bravery when circumstances demand, and the will to
follow an impossible dream, for love. The rest of the cast are similarly portrayed as who they are as
opposed to what they are. A subtle difference which serves to imbue them with warmth, humour, the
illusion of depth, and a likeability that is so often missing from fantasy characters. The entire story
takes place in one 24-hour period, and despite the large amount of sitting down, moves along at a
nippy pace. I can honestly say that I was entertained by every page of this book, and can recommend it most highly.
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