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Mounment
by Ian Graham Pub: Orbit. 373 page hardback.
Price: £10.00 (UK), $22.00 (CAN). ISBN: 1-84149-102-0. Check
out website: www.orbitbooks.co.uk
Through
a mean theft from those who have helped him, Anhaga Ballas acquires
a mystical 'gem'. The Lectivin device infects him with an overwhelming
desire to find a mythic realm and he bulldozes his way through the
land of Druine to find it.
Due to the bloody consequences of the hero's attempts to sell the
gem, a catalogue of crimes that could put off the easiest-going
reader is opened. Even though some of these are against the despicable
Church Wardens, many relatively innocent bystanders are eviscerated,
rent and otherwise killed and maimed as well.
Are
we really supposed to empathise with this character as he bludgeons
his way to the mythic realm of Belthirran where he expects to find
people weak-minded enough to give him sanctuary? By the time the
reliance on brutality subsides, it is too late.
'Monument' is a first novel by Ian Graham. A young writer, he
has taken the bold decision to create a main character over twice his own age
and with vices dire enough to alienate Bill Sikes. I wish I could say that this
device works well. Unfortunately, it is with a sinking feeling that you
realise that this unlovely character, Ballas, could well endure to the end of
the novel. More momentum of plot might have distracted from this creature's incomprehensibly
mean nature, whether or not it is the very device that triggers the sequence of
events. Once the bloodletting has eased off, the hero's persona remains
too unpalatable to elicit any sympathetic interest. Any character this unpleasant
must have some redeeming feature, however bizarre, for the reader to care what
happens to him, even a glimmer of irony in this journey through a compassionless
world. A glimpse of Tinkerbell may be out of the question but a little
more 'magic' would have helped colour the narrative and lessen the dependence
on tendon crunching, eyeball splitting conflict. Having created a cliff-hanger
device in the shape of the mysterious gem or Monument, the reader is left dangling
for so long about where the device is, it becomes easy to forget that this is
the other catalyst of the sad, sorry business in the first place. The sureness
of the writing should have been expended on something more edifying than an awareness
of the trauma ward. Given the tight parallel with humans, familiar
creatures and places, the novel could have been more effective set in our historical
past instead of having a dismal realm invented for it. This might have conferred
on it the integrity that can transform a competent narrative into a compelling
one. The shelves are being crammed with more and more fantasy at the moment.
To lift a novel above the rest it is necessary to have more than gratuitous violence.
This may not be the fault of the author. Genre publishers now only invest in what
they perceive will generate sales. For women in Graham's book, read
'whore'. They seem to be little else apart from Heresh, the eel catcher's daughter,
who admittedly seems to have the only sane point of view. Despite the aptitude
of the writing, the unremitting gore and degradations of the main character and
his sleazy dimension are stultifying. Once the necessary scene setting
has been dealt with, it is not unreasonable for the reader to expect such a linear
plot to lift off a little. This is supposed to be fantasy after all. It is obvious
that the 20-year-old author has enough talent to widen his scope. When he does,
he hopefully will not depend so heavily on the lurid. 'Monument' is
an example of how the pseudo-scientific horrors of Science Fiction have been transferred
to the mortuary slab of Fantasy. Self-indulgent theories of Science Fiction that
were held tedious by the general reader, have now apparently been superseded by
the grisly accounts of murder and dismemberment in hellish never-never lands.
Small wonder these genres seldom spill over into the mainstream. Terry Pratchett
and JK Rowling may be regarded as tame by the purveyors of the grisly. Millions
know which they prefer to read. To those who are addicted to visceral
horror, read this. For those who like their violence more sardonic, watch 'Robot
Wars'. Jane Palmer
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