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  The City Behind the Stars (2000)
Posted by: Simon - 12-16-2025, 02:53 PM - Replies (1)

   


Kirith Kirin is like no other fantasy that you have ever read. Jim Grimsley has created a fantasy that could have come right from our world where power and greed can tempt, and sometimes conquer, even the most rightist person and where knowing who your friends and enemies are can be very difficult if not impossible. Yet it is not our world. For in Kirith Kirin's world magic is real, immortals walk the land, and people are sometimes the playthings for the dark arts. The Blue Queen, upon resuming the throne while King Kirith Kirin's eternality is renewed in the Arthen forest, has partnered with a magician of the dark arts. No longer does she need to leave the throne to renew her eternal nature. Swayed by promises of the dark magician, she has claimed the throne forever and is extending her influence to the far corners of the world. Malleable grey clouds, sidewinding wind, and intelligent lightning bolts made the trip across the vast Girdle nearly impossible. Out of nowhere, the Blue Queen's Patrols made haste to kill the boy and the warrior before they could safely reach the deep forest of Arthen. Riding upon two magnificent stallions, one a royal Prince out of Queen Mnemarra, Jessex and his uncle Sivisal reached Arthen despite a deadly storm that reeked of magic. Thus begins Jessex's new life as he enters Arthen and moves into the royal court of Kirith Kirin. 

Quote: Identified as the next server at shrine in Arthen, fourteen old shepherd boy Jessex is traced to his father's farm and with some haste taken to the Woodland to join Kirith Kirin's men; who could know then that Jessex was to become the most powerful magician of his day. On his first meeting with the boy Kirith Kiern is smitten by his beauty, but is reluctant to act on his feelings although they are not unrequited.

Following a summons Kirith Kirin's task is to travel south with his armies and magician to the claim the crown from his sister the Queen; not as easy as it might sound for the Queen's magician has other ideas and will stop at nothing to prevent Kirith Kirin claiming his right.

The account is related by Jessex as he chronicles events for posterity. Grimsley gives Jessex a humble and empathetic voice as he details the history and explains much of the workings behind the magic (some of which I must admit I found difficult to comprehend). With a war to be fought there is understandably much killing but relatively little in the overall scheme, and that aspect is never overplayed, The dominant theme centres on Jessex, his increasing powers as a magician, and his relationship with Kirith Kirin.

The novel is filled with rich and detailed descriptions of both events and location, and to help the reader there is also a map and a glossary, of which the latter proves a great aid in the pronunciation of many of the strange names (that I found neither of these until I had finished reading is partly my on fault, but not helped by the way Kindle, to which I am relatively new, presents the book).

Kirith Kirin must rank as one of the best books of this genre I have read; the love shared between Kirith Kiren and Jessex, most touching and heart-warming, is woven naturally into the plot, and is refreshingly angst free.

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  Edmund - Caracole (1985)
Posted by: Simon - 12-16-2025, 02:48 PM - Replies (1)

   


In French caracole means "prancing"; in English, "caper." Both words perfectly describe this high-spirited erotic adventure. In Caracole, White invents an entire world where country gentry languish in decaying mansions and foppish intellectuals exchange lovers and gossip in an occupied city that resembles both Paris under the Nazis and 1980s New York. To that city comes Gabriel, an awkward boy from the provinces whose social naïveté and sexual ardor make him endlessly attractive to a variety of patrons and paramours.

"A seduction through language, a masque without masks, Caracole brings back to startling life a dormant strain in serious American writing: the idea of the romantic."--Cynthia Ozick

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  Brian - Fruit (2004)
Posted by: Simon - 12-16-2025, 02:06 PM - Replies (1)

   



Thirteen-year-old Peter Paddington is overweight, the subject of his classmates' ridicule, and the victim of too many bad movie-of-the-week storylines. When his nipples begin speaking to him one day and inform him of their diabolical plan to expose his secret desires, Peter finds himself cornered in a world that seems to have no tolerance for difference. Peter's only solace is "The Bedtime Movies" - perfect-world fantasies that lull him to sleep every night. But when the lines between Peter's fantasies and his reality begin to blur, his hilarious adventures in overeating, family dysfunction, and the terrifying world of sexual awakening really begin. 

Quote: Passionately defended by Jen Sookfong Lee (End of East), Fruit made it to the final two in CBC’s 2009 Canada Reads. If you missed this exciting week, and/or know little about Fruit by Brian Francis, I can say unequivocally that is is it a delightful read, and at no time inauthentic.

Written in the first person, this novel, set in the early 1980’s, makes us privy to Peter Paddington’s immediate thoughts, most especially the fantasy world he inhabits: his cherry-sized nipples, which pop out and talk to him, despite his attempts to shut them up with masking tape; the telepathic messages he sends to people; the bedtime “movies” he creates to lull himself to sleep.

An overweight 13 year-old Peter is ridiculed at school, especially by the “Bangers”. He spends his recess breaks as a library assistant, and eats lunch at home with his hormonal mother.

Peter would love to make his dad happy by participating in sports and making friends, but mild-mannered Dad is unwilling to accept Mom’s insistance that there isn’t anything wrong with their boy. Yet, it is Dad who signs the papers so that Peter can take Home Ec instead of Shop.

Then there is neighbour Daniela, an unattractive girl who wets the bed, swears an awful lot, and wants to be a beauty queen. Peter comes to realize that he isn’t any more socially acceptable than she is. And while Peter doesn’t appear to realize he is gay -- despite his dressing up to perform as Olivia Newton John, or pouring over the men’s underwear in the Sears catalogue -- the reader certainly does. He keeps thinking he needs to get a “boy friend” but somehow never concatenates to “boyfriend”.

This quick read is a book any adolescent (or adult who can recall those days) will be able to identify with in some way.

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  The Island (1979)
Posted by: Simon - 12-16-2025, 01:59 PM - Replies (1)

   


How could hundreds of boats, carrying more than two thousand people, simply disappear? Why does no one know, or care to know? Blair Maynard, an editor at a weekly news magazine, becomes obsessed with finding out what's going on. With his twelve-year-old son, Maynard pursues the story to a remote archipelago southeast of the Bahamas. There, on the deceptively inviting waters of the tropics, Maynard and his son sail into as sinister a drama as has ever been played out on the sea. For the islands harbor a violent and shocking secret — and by discovering it, Maynard and his son are plunged into a nightmare struggle to survive.

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  Adrift in the Pacific-Two Years Holiday
Posted by: Simon - 12-16-2025, 01:50 PM - Replies (1)

   


Then holding a lighted lantern to the floor, he saw that some water was washing from side to side.
Whence came this water? Did it come from a leak? That must be ascertained at once.
Forward of the saloon was the day-saloon, then the dining-saloon, and then the crew’s quarters.
Briant went through these in order, and found that the water had been taken in from the seas dashing over the bows, down the fore-companion, which had not been quite closed, and that it had been run aft by the pitching of the ship. There was thus no danger on this head.
Briant stopped to cheer up his companions as he went back through the saloon, and then returned to his place at the helm. The schooner was very strongly built, and had only just been re-coppered, so that she might withstand the waves for some time.
It was then about one o’clock. The darkness was darker than ever, and the dark clouds still gathered; and more furiously than ever raged the storm. The yacht seemed to be rushing through a liquid mass that flowed above, beneath, and around her. The shrill cry of the petrel was heard in the air. Did its appearance mean that land was near? No; for it is often met with hundreds of miles at sea. And, in truth, these birds of the storm found themselves powerless to struggle against the aerial current, and by it were borne along like the schooner.
An hour later there was another report from the bow. What remained of the foresail had been split to ribbons, and the strips flew off into space like huge seagulls.
‘We have no sail left!’ exclaimed Donagan; ‘and it is impossible for us to set another.’
‘Well, it doesn’t matter,’ said Briant ‘We shall not get along so fast, that is all!’
‘What an answer!’ replied Donagan. ‘If that is your style of seamanship—’
‘Look out for the wave astern!’ said Moko. ‘Lash yourselves, or you’ll be swept overboard—’
The boy had not finished the sentence when several tons of water came with a leap over the taffrail. Briant, Donagan, and Gordon were hurled against the companion, to which they managed to cling. But the negro had disappeared in the wave which had swept the deck from stern to bow, carrying away the binnacle, a lot of spare spars, and the three boats which were swinging to the davits inboard. The deck was cleared at one blow, but the water almost instantly flowed off, and the yacht was saved from sinking beneath the flood.
‘Moko! Moko!’ shouted Briant, as soon as he could speak.
‘See if he’s gone overboard,’ said Donagan.
‘No,’ said Gordon, leaning out to leeward. ‘No, I don’t see him, and I don’t hear him.’
‘We must save him! Throw him a buoy! Throw him a rope!’ said Briant
And in a voice that rang clearly out in a few seconds of calm, he shouted again, —
Moko! Moko!’
‘Here! Help!’ replied the negro.
‘He is not in the sea,’ said Gordon. ‘His voice comes from the bow.’
‘I’ll save him,’ said Briant.

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