| Black Brillion | ||||||||
| Matthew Hughes | ||||||||
| Tor, 272 pages | ||||||||
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A review by Donna McMahon
"I am often struck by how widely a day can escape from one's expectations," says Luff Imbry, and thus begin the escapades of an
ill-matched pair, juxtaposed by fate in the form of the Archonate's Bureau of Scrutiny. Baro Harkless, newly minted Agent of the
Bureau is partnered with Luff Imbry, the very same portly confidence trickster he apprehended in commission of an extortion mere
hours earlier, and whom he reasonably expects to be in transit to the nearest contemplarium.
Young Harkless is appalled to discover that Imbry has been made an Agent, equal in rank to himself. Imbry, on the other hand, is
philosophical.
"It is all I ever wanted to be. It is a calling."
"Some are called, some are driven," the fat man said. "I have never accepted either a whip across the buttocks or a ring
through the nose. I prefer to amble through the days, adapting my goals to circumstances as they present themselves, or
preferably, adapting circumstances to my comfort."
"Your philosophy is vapid," Baro said.
"Perhaps," said Imbry. "But see how your grim zeal and my carefree insouciance have brought us to the identical point. We
are both scroots. It is a distinction I admit I never sought, yet when the question was put the alternatives were even less
appealing."
"It is all some sort of horrible mistake."
"Now there is a truly vapid philosophy," said the fat man, "lacking even that leavening of optimism that urges one to rise in
the morning and go forth to accomplish. This cup of punge, on the other hand, is not affected by speculation. It is here and
now, and very good."
Yet much about this mission is inexplicable. Given their orders in secrecy, and allowed no Bureau support or back-up, it
looks, even to the naïve Harkless, as if they are intended to fail.
Black Brillion is a novel which is very much a matter of taste. Bibliophiles, eccentrics, Scrabble
players, and readers such as myself who were warped in childhood by over-exposure to Dickens, Dumas, and Gilbert & Sullivan
seem most likely relish Hughes' eccentrically embellished scenery and sardonic persiflage.
My only caveat in an overall accolade is a sense of disappointment that a story which begins with a tone of light whimsy
turns so much darker, evolving into an eldritch alien monster invasion yarn, and losing its focus on the comedic conjunction
of our two squabbling scroots.
Still, that again is a matter of taste, and Jungians will especially enjoy Baro Harkless's pursuit of alien villains
through the landscape of the human Collective Unconscious.
Donna McMahon discovered science fiction in high school and fandom in 1977, and never recovered. Dance of Knives, her first novel, was published by Tor in May, 2001, and her book reviews won an Aurora Award the same month. She likes to review books first as a reader (Was this a Good Read? Did I get my money's worth?) and second as a writer (What makes this book succeed/fail as a genre novel?). You can visit her website at http://www.donna-mcmahon.com/. |
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