Like its two predecessors (each reviewed previously), A Fantasy Medley 3 (2015), edited by Yanni Kuznia, contains modern fantasy tales by four authors. This volume has two authors new to me (Kevin Hearne and Laura Bickle), and two whose names are familiar to me, though I'd never read their works before (Aliette de Bodard and Jacqueline Carey). All four stories are run of the mill, though if I had to pick one that was slightly better I'd pick the Carey. None of them are horrible, though their styles are similar and not especially memorable. As examples of world-building (each story relates in some way to its authors other writings), none of them stand out. If any of the tales were intended to tempt me to read more by its author, they didn't succeed. Rather all four are typical examples of the dreary quirky shape that modern fantasy has taken in the last few decades.
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Saturday, June 17, 2017
An Unimpressive Medley
Like its two predecessors (each reviewed previously), A Fantasy Medley 3 (2015), edited by Yanni Kuznia, contains modern fantasy tales by four authors. This volume has two authors new to me (Kevin Hearne and Laura Bickle), and two whose names are familiar to me, though I'd never read their works before (Aliette de Bodard and Jacqueline Carey). All four stories are run of the mill, though if I had to pick one that was slightly better I'd pick the Carey. None of them are horrible, though their styles are similar and not especially memorable. As examples of world-building (each story relates in some way to its authors other writings), none of them stand out. If any of the tales were intended to tempt me to read more by its author, they didn't succeed. Rather all four are typical examples of the dreary quirky shape that modern fantasy has taken in the last few decades. Sunday, September 6, 2015
Two
A Fantasy Medley
(2009), edited by Yanni Kuznia, is another of the short anthologies published
by Subterranean Press that serve as good introductions to writers of the
fantastic. This book contains stories by four authors, all women, and nothing
(not even an introduction) by the editor.
Kelley Armstrong’s “Zen and the Art of Vampirism” is an urban fantasy of
Toronto’s
supernatural creatures and of the attempt by two newcomer vampires to take over
the city from the current nonviolent vampire.
The style is plain and modern; the story unexceptional but decent. Kate Elliott’s “Riding the Shore of the River of Death” is a more ambitious tale of a
young woman trying to accomplish the rites of passage into manhood, and thus
avoid accepting the traditional role of women in her clan. Though interesting, it is less successful,
perhaps because it is set in a world Elliott has explored more fully in her
“Crown of Stars” series. C.E. Murphy’s “From Russia with Love” is a surreal and
not especially involving reworking of some of the Russian folklore about the
Baba Yaga. The gem of this small book is
the final tale, Robin Hobb’s “Words like Coins,” in which two women, living
during a severe drought, come to work with the pecksies (not quite the usual
pixies of folklore) in order to survive. Pecksies, who have their own rules and
loyalties, can be bound to humans by words, and the precision of the expression
of these words can cause unexpected problems.
The Vampire Master and
Other Tales of Horror (2000) by Edmond Hamilton, collects stray tales by
Hamilton, who was one of the stalwart contributors to Weird Tales magazine in the late 1920s through the 1940s. Of the
nine stories collected here, four of these—including the title novella—come
from Weird Tales, where they appeared
under the pseudonym, Hugh Davidson. “The
Vampire Master” and “The House of the Evil Eye” are cases of Doctor John Dale,
a physician who specializes in evil, and his assistant Harley Owen. Dale is
pretty incompetent as a fighter against evil, especially in the title story.
Despite Dale’s precautions that are supposed to keep people alive, the victims
keep accumulating. And his solution to rid the world of the vampire menace, by
making bullets with a cross on the front point, is just silly. Of the other tales, one from Strange Tales called “Dead Legs” is laughably bad—an
invalid criminal takes the legs of an enemy and has them transplanted on
himself, with the end result that his new legs try to betray him. Four other tales come from Thrilling Mystery, an even lower brow
pulp with even stupider stories. H.P.
Lovecraft and his circle of friends from Weird
Tales considered Edmond Hamilton a real hack. Now I know why.
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