Triffids Beard 2 - The Bearded Triffid
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Fry loves language and he manipulates it well. <strong>The</strong> delicious, sometimes Wildean wit with which he<br />
weaves his story is enchanting. I suspect I would strongly dislike Fry if I ever met him; his attitudes<br />
annoy me. But his life story is vastly enjoyable and insightful.<br />
Bill Bryson goes for A Walk in the Woods in his latest book. He walks (some of) the Appalachian Trail<br />
which runs for more than 2000 miles from Georgia to Maine. It is a spectacular wilderness filled with<br />
bears, moose, snakes, poisonous plants, ticks and far too many people who want to talk to Bryson<br />
about his terrible choice of camping gear. <strong>The</strong>re is no doubt that Bryson is one of the funniest travel<br />
writers of our time and this book is one of his best. But he also has a serious purpose -- one of his<br />
reasons for wanting to walk the trail is that it may not be long before much of it disappears (or at least<br />
undergoes vast change). <strong>The</strong> rate of change is accelerating. Trees and animals that were commonplace<br />
less than a generation ago no longer exists. Diseases have been introduced, logging has devastated<br />
vast acreages. <strong>The</strong>re is a sombre sub-text beneath the humour and that gives the book rather more bite<br />
than some of his others have had.<br />
<strong>The</strong> corridor was lined with windows and through them we could see people coming and going. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
ignored us. I began to think that maybe we would be trapped here for days, if not weeks. Perhaps we<br />
would have to demolish the chairs and build a fire and roast some of the more succulent-looking<br />
passengers on a spit. Doubtless after pounding up and down a playing field the sports team would be<br />
particularly nice and tender.<br />
"Awww, mate. It won't open mate! Mate!"<br />
Nobody would ever miss them.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Siege of Eternity is the sequel to <strong>The</strong> Other End of Time and if you haven't read that one,<br />
don't read this one because it won't mean a thing to you. Several clones of the original crew have<br />
returned from the space station along with two Docs and a Dopey. <strong>The</strong> security forces are on alert, the<br />
aliens are less than co-operative and various complex machinations serve mainly to set the scene for the<br />
next book. Why is it that the middle novels of trilogies virtually never resolve anything?<br />
Single author short story collections are few and far between these days and so I was pleased to find<br />
S. P. Somtow's new collection <strong>The</strong> Pavilion of Frozen Women. As might be expected, the stories are<br />
subtle though the surface trappings of grue and gore might make you think otherwise. <strong>The</strong>y are also<br />
enormous fun -- Somtow takes a delight in juxtaposing odd ideas to see what comes out of the mix.<br />
Sometimes he returns to the theme again and again, exploring it from different angles. <strong>The</strong>re are three<br />
stories in this collection about theology and zombies, for example.<br />
Eventually a lady dressed in a vivid Day-Glo yellow slicker arrived outside the door. In one hand she<br />
clutched the walkie-talkie without which every airport employee appears half-naked (though I don't recall<br />
ever seeing anybody actually talk into one). In her other hand she had a bunch of keys, none of which<br />
seemed to fit the door, though they all caused it to rattle alarmingly. At last something appeared to<br />
match and the door opened. "This way, please."<br />
We followed dutifully. Our way wound around and between eerily deserted immigration desks with<br />
rubber stamps lying casually where the last official dropped them after the last dramatic thump on a<br />
passport. More toilets (locked!) and a maze of little twisty passages, all alike. <strong>The</strong>se lead to a twisty little<br />
maze of passages, closely followed by a maze of twisty little passages that turned into a little maze of<br />
twisty passages. <strong>The</strong> internal structure of Wellington International Airport has to be experienced to be<br />
believed.<br />
Eventually we arrived at a door. It was locked.<br />
Mulengro has been unavailable for many years. It is good to see it back in print again. It is a story<br />
about the Romany people, told (of course) by a gaje (a non-gypsy). As de Lint himself says in an<br />
afterword this may weaken the story for doubtless there are subtlties of the Romany way of life that<br />
have passed him by. But who among us would ever notice? This is story vein that is seldom mined -- the<br />
only other one I recall is Robert Silverberg's Star of Gypsies.