Science Fiction & Fantasy
The 10th volume in the historically illuminating and vastly entertaining reprinting of The Complete Stories of Theodore Sturgeon , The Man Who Lost the Sea (North Atlantic, $35) covers the years 1957 to 1961. These years saw Sturgeon writing mystery, western, science fiction and fantasy stories, all of which were imbued with his distinctive "touch of strange."
Sturgeon stood out from his genre contemporaries both for the refinement of his prose and the heavy-hitting emotional punch of his tales. His poetic, closely observed descriptions of both natural and manmade environments -- sample the title story for beautiful, tactile evocations of such varied milieus as the waters of the Caribbean and the sands of Mars -- reveal a writer who truly used his eyes and other senses to ingest the world, before recreating it on the page. Sturgeon was a sensualist, a rarity in the cerebral sf genre. (Not that he couldn't also juggle speculative ideas with the best of them.) Along with this, his deep insights into the human psyche and his concern with extreme emotional states led him to build his best stories around unforgettable and pivotal moments of despair, revelation and redemption.
In a tale such as "Need," Sturgeon depicts a gallery of glitchy characters whose deficiencies combine unpredictably in remedies for several individual problems, in a manner almost reminiscent of screwball comedy. This insistence on the interdependency of all life is a prime theme in Sturgeon's work, and perhaps his most lasting legacy.
His desire for new modes of narration -- he liked to tell his stories aslant, as the enigmatic opener to "Tandy's Story" attests -- means that reading these stories in one go is never boring, especially since Sturgeon resisted the impulse to repeat himself, reinventing his voice continually down his long career.
Admittedly he could descend a few notches to the pulpy and melodramatic, as in the space-opera-ish "It Opens the Sky." (Recall that Kurt Vonnegut supposedly modeled his hack genius Kilgore Trout on Sturgeon -- unfairly, in my estimation.) But even in such commercial forays, his concern for psychological authenticity is palpable.
As always, the indispensable annotations by editor Paul Williams -- and this time around, a foreword by Jonathan Lethem -- will contribute to readers' understanding and appreciation. This ongoing series forms a keystone not only in the edifice of science fiction, but in that of 20th-century literature as a whole.
With all the prose writers who have been turning to comics these days -- Brad Meltzer, Michael Chabon, Greg Rucka -- it's reassuring to find a comics writer trying her hand at prose. Although Fiona Avery has worked in many media, she's best known for her comics scripting and has only now ventured into the territory of the novel with The Crown Rose (Pyr, $25). Her debut is an impressive one, auguring well for the continuation of a dual career.
The Crown Rose is a rarity in the fantasy field, in that it's a stand-alone volume, completely self-contained, and also mainly a historical novel with a subtle yet integral thread of fantastical content. Both qualities raise it above the herd, as do Avery's pleasant, limpid style, attention to detail, ingenious plotting, deft character development and canny core conceit.
We are in the royal court of France during the years 1234 to 1244. Young Louis IX rules, aided by his domineering mother, Blanche, and his various siblings. Among these is 9-year-old Isabelle, our protagonist. Smart, spiritual, literate, willful, Isabelle is intent on making her own way in the world, rejecting such realpolitik maneuvers as an attempt to marry her off to Conrad, the King of Germany, and in general seeking to forge a meaningful life for herself. We will follow her through various trials and testings until she is in sight of her destiny.
One prime determiner of the fate of France and the royal family is the mysterious Order of the Rose, a small organization consisting of three enigmatic sisters and their brother. Seemingly immortal, possessed of odd powers, Sofia, Neci, Norea and Jean intrude at pivotal moments to aid France and Christendom. From afar, Isabelle has loved the much older Jean from an early age, but in learning his ultimate secret, she finds that her love is both misplaced and grander than she ever could have imagined.
Avery fills her novel with warfare and court intrigue, daily ritual and commonplace instances of medieval Parisian life. One senses that a vast amount of research underpins the tale, yet Avery does not deluge the reader with facts, nor does she rely overmuch on "celebrity" guest-shots, although Thomas Aquinas appears towards the close of the book and plays a minor but significant role. In a similar manner, while the attitudes and speech patterns of her characters are genuinely archaic, Avery takes pains to make her personages sympathetic, casting their dilemmas and heartbreaks in universal terms.
Elegant, understated and moodily atmospheric, this is the kind of book that should inspire a small Crusade of followers.