I recently tore through the
Kate Daniels series by the husband/wife team writing as Ilona Andrews. These are great urban fantasy novels with god awful covers. Here's an example:
Let's see, you've got a badass woman with a glowing sword and Aslan, all of whom have been run through Photoshop more than a few times. I realize the cover is pretty rough, even by SF and fantasy standards, and I had to have more than one friend recommend the books to me before I really believed them. Once I got started, however, I read all five novels in the series -
Magic Bites,
Magic Burns,
Magic Strikes,
Magic Bleeds, and
Magic Slays - one after the other, basically as quickly as I could. I'm a sucker for good serial fiction and this has all the necessary qualities - fun characters, fast paced action, and plenty of hooks to leave you wanting more each time - plus an interesting urban fantasy setting. Our heroine is a wizard detective (naturally) working in post-magic apocalypse Atlanta, where magic returned to the world a few decades ago and all hell broke loose. Since then reality shifts between magical and technological tendencies, society has settled down and started adapting to the transitions (though large swaths of the urban landscape are basically ruins), and a very interesting take on vampires, a reasonably interesting take on werewolves, and a whole pantheon of trouble has returned to the world. Over the course of the series our tough-as-nails loner heroine (again, not what you would call a big surprise) makes friends, contemplates potential lovers, chops stuff up with her sword, gets involved with all sorts of political factions, and generally saves the day. It's not the most original series you're ever going to read, but the world building is pretty interesting and the authors have brought in some interesting mythology to drive each of the novels. They're all highly recommended for anyone looking for a stack of urban fantasy to wallow in, lousy covers and all.
For something completely different, I followed up the series with
A Rage in Harlem, the first of Chester Himes' Grave Digger and Coffin Ed novels. I first discovered the characters in the excellent 1970 proto-blaxploitation film
Cotton Comes to Harlem, based on a later novel in the series, and decided to start reading their adventures from the beginning. Published in 1957, A Rage in Harlem is about an exceptionally gullible mark, the con men who take him in, and how all hell breaks loose from there. Himes takes us through every corner where Harlem lowlife engage in gambling, prostitution, drug abuse, scams of all sorts, casual mayhem, and more, all with a very black sense of humor as the events of the novel become increasingly absurd. Grave Digger and Coffin Ed aren't the main characters this time around, but the book does a great job of introducing them as two-fisted (and, more importantly, two-pistoled) detectives who bust heads and have a lax view of the letter of the law when it comes to keeping Harlem's lowlife in check. I enjoyed the hell out of the book, which is completely top notch crime fiction, and I've got the next two novels in the series en route.
Finally, I just started reading Jo Walton's
Among Others. I've barely begun the novel, but my understanding is that it's a coming of age story about a young woman shipped off to a boarding school where she does not remotely fit in, how she discovers science fiction and fantasy fandom, and how all of this has more than a bit of magic thrown into the mix. There's a short bit near the beginning that describes the book as an autobiographical fantasy novel, which is certainly a bit different, but I'm game. I picked up Among Others based on
a rave by Walton's editor, Patrick Nielsen Hayden, who generally resists the urge to pimp books he's worked on unless he thinks they're completely amazing. I'm all of twenty pages in and can't really comment yet, but I'm very optimistic.
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