| Stinger | |||||||||||
| Nancy Kress | |||||||||||
| Forge Books, 304 pages | |||||||||||
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A review by Lisa DuMond
Robert Cavanaugh, FBI agent, English major, and emotional mess,
thinks there is more to the case than anyone is willing to
recognize. Dr. Melanie Anderson seems to be the only member of the
CDC epidemiology team who is convinced that the goal of the attack
is genocide, with her own race as the target. They form a fragile
alliance that may turn out to be the ruin of them both. Neither
one is shy about expounding on their views. Admirable determination
in the abstract, but perhaps fatal to their careers in a
bureaucracy. Possibly fatal to anyone unwilling to give up the chase.
Over a thousand people are dead -- what's two more in the grand scheme?
Terrorism, racial tension, and scrambled personal lives make for taut suspense.
Kress, as always, has blended exhaustive research with fast-paced
narration to produce a unique and hypnotizing novel. If you are one of
those readers who insists on trying to "figure out" the story
long before the final page, good luck with Stinger. Like
the little bloodsuckers it's named for, the novel tends to get you,
and you don't even see it coming.
Cavanaugh, Anderson, and most of the other characters in
Stinger have conflicts -- internal and external -- that it is
going to take more than 304 pages to resolve, even if they do appear
to make some progress. At the novel's close, though, these problems
don't magically vanish for that elusive happy ending.
Cavanaugh's love life may never run smoothly, and he may always be a
bit too independent for the stiffly regimented FBI. Anderson is still
a black woman who sees the world coloured by racism and hatred and her own rage.
That's a lot to overcome in one slim volume, and, to her credit,
Kress doesn't try. After the novel is over, these characters,
like real people, still have a lot to work on.
Kress has made a trap of words that we can't resist entering, baiting
it with suspense, paranoia, life-threatening situations, and human
emotion. And, as a very special treat to keep us wandering deeper into
the maze, she leaves a trail of humour. Come around any corner and you
may stumble upon a line that makes you laugh out loud. Too subtle and
too quick to be classified as merely "jokes," the jabs of
wit strike and slip away before the reader even has time to see them
coming.
Humour without buffoonery? Hard to imagine these days. In a venomous
stinger of a novel, it may well be the finest achievement.
Lisa DuMond writes science fiction and humour. She co-authored the 45th anniversary issue cover of MAD Magazine. Previews of her latest, as yet unpublished, novel are available at Hades Online. |
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