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Loading... Ink and steel : a novel of the Promethean ageby Elizabeth BearSeries: The Promethean Age (The Stratford Man, Volume I), The Stratford Man (Volume I)
Basic Reason for Beginning: Well, I read Dust, went "Want the rest of her books!" and then some of them arrived and... Well, I went "It is my duty to my Shakespeare-obsessive friends to read this ASAP!" Basic Reason for Finishing: It took me a long, long time to get into this book, but I'm very glad I did. I liked it. Texture: Uhm... You know that fabric that's pretty and shiny an shifts colour depending on the lightfall? It's often used for prom/gala dresses. It's like that. Full review here. Book Rereadability: Oh, yes. This would be a nice book for rereading and I'd like to, sometime. Once I've read Hell and Earth, which is the second half of the story, and some time has passed. Author Rereadability: Yep. I'll definitely be reading more of her works. To be fair, though, I think I will take a break from this story to pick up something that requires less brainpower to follow. Recommendation: This, I fear to say, is a tough one, and I've not got a clue. I liked it, so I suppose if you've liked most of the books I've read/reviewed there's a good chance you might like this too. Shakespeare/Elizabethan obsessives might enjoy it, provided they can look past fictional/writer's license taken. All I can say is that if you're homophobic you'll want to stay far away. Review of Ink and Steel and Hell and Earth: http://fantasycafe.blogspot.com/2008/... The Elizabethan period is a popular setting for many historicals--whether alternate history/fantasy or not, but few can carry it off and make it seems as right and real as Bear, particularly choosing as her heroes two such prominent figures as Marlowe (or Marley, here), and Shakespeare. That Marley is indeed working for Francis Walsingham and the Queen is a given, and it is natural that he doesn't actually die in that small room in Deptford (wild speculation has continued over the hundreds of years since, after all). That he's spirited off by fairies to the Court of Queen Mab (or Mebd, here), just fits right in. It seems there has been an ongoing war fought by poets, a magic and power in words that helps keep Elizabeth on the throne and which is mirrored in Faerie as well. Of course there is a power in the plays! How else are Shakespeare--and so many others--explained? Shakespeare is, of course, recruited after Marley is taken out of the picture. He must deal with conspiracies and danger as well as write... and worry about his separation from his wife and family up at Stratford. And Marley needs to negotiate the even more arcane plots and intrigues of the faerie court, and continue to think about those he left behind. There is a deep magic at work here, in this book, in the recreating of this time and place that resonates so strongly even centuries later. And the alien magic of the faerie, so rich and strange, is also captured so well that there is no question of disbelief. I was instantly caught up, in this amazing period of time, with these larger-than-life people (where even the bit players are important), during events both momentous and mundane. This is one of the best books out of literally hundreds that I've read over the past few years. A convincing Shakespeare and Marley and the addition of intrigue, adventure, magic and Faerie is just a combination I can't resist. I'm ordering the sequel--and I would buy these books in hardcover if I could. History says that Christopher Marlowe was killed in 1593... but in Ink and Steel, he was spirited away by the Fair Folk and entered into the court of the Faerie Queen. Even presumed dead, he is still entangled among the spies and covert operatives supporting the reign of Queen Elizabeth, and the Prometheus Club who back her with magic. But without Marlowe as an active playwright to serve their sorcerous ends, they need another-- Marlowe's good friend William Shakespeare. In both Earth and Faerie, the words of poets have power. Bear delivers us a tale of intrigue and secret history playing out in Elizabethan London and the realm of Faerie, with vivid detail of the daily life of the era. The court of Queen Medb is just as convoluted as the court of Queen Elizabeth, though the latter is seen more from the sidelines. I'm glad I waited until the sequel, Hell and Earth, was published; I wouldn't have wanted to wait to find out what comes next. This pair of books, comprising the tale of the Stratford Man, are part of Bear's larger series of the Promethean Age; Ink and Steel stands on its own quite well, and reading the Stratford Man before picking up the books set in the modern era would give more background to some of the characters in Whiskey and Water. |
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Kit, however, isn't quite as dead as the mortal world believes. Absconded by the Fae, he becomes a prisoner of Queen Mebd and her court. Even as he is bound by immortals, Kit can't let go of his old life and continues to worry about Queen Elizabeth, Will, and the foul persons who maimed and almost murdered him. And as the author of Faustus, Marley knows better than anyone what is at stake.
I am extremely torn about this book. Bear did a masterful job. It's beautifully researched. Unlike most books set in the Elizabethan period, she captured the very dialogue of the age, complete with wit and meter. Magic aside, it feels accurate and real. The characters are fully-rounded and complex. Will and Kit are very different men, driven by very different motivations, and both are geniuses in their own way.
However, the negative. Yes, I'm probably a prude, but geez there was a lot of sex in this book. Graphic sex - gay, straight, incest, and more. Sure, it was well-written, but it became excessive and aggravating, especially toward the ending. Some of it was part of character development, but not all, and some of it could be well implied without such detail. Even though I'm curious about the second book in this duology, I won't be picking it up because I fear it will include more of the same.
In summary: an artfully-rendered historical/urban fantasy, but not for prudes. (