Shaun Duke

Shaun Duke is an aspiring writer, a reviewer, and an academic. He is currently an Assistant Professor of Digital Rhetoric and Writing at Bemidji State University. He received his PhD in English from the University of Florida and studies science fiction, postcolonialism, digital fan cultures, and digital rhetoric.

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Book Review: Devilish by Maureen Johnson

I have to admit something to all of you. When I first picked this book up from my pile of award nominees I had very low expectations for it. I thought it was going to be terrible. I really did. I’m not sure why I thought this. Perhaps it had to do with the cover, which, while perfectly fitting for the story itself, would never have grabbed my interest in the book store–not in a million years. This has a lot to do with the fact that the story is more aimed, in my opinion, towards teenage girls. It is, after all, from the viewpoint of a high school girl, dealing with high school romances, friend problems, and other typical teenage dramas. Therefore, the cover had to reflect the target audience.I am so happy that I was horribly and idiotically wrong about this novel. It was fantastic. So good, even, that at times I wished I had a valid excuse not to go to work. I read it over the course of the last three days (finished it last night), reading at work during break and an hour each night. I didn’t want to put it down, but I had to. I wanted to continue on. I wanted to get to the end so bad because I wanted to know everything that happened.What makes this novel so good? Johnson’s writing style, or at least how she writes the first person narrative of the main character Jane. It’s that perfect style that tells you exactly what you need to know about the character–she’s a teenager, smart, and downright sarcastic and hilarious. Her style is strong throughout. I found myself giggling internally–I don’t generally laugh out loud when reading or express much of any emotion…that’s just the norm for me.The story is this:Jane attends a religious prep school with her best friend Allison. Jane is, well, to put it simply, an academic genius. But she’s not without her faults–she tends to get in trouble a lot. Allison is clumsy, throws up when put under pressure, and altogether quirky and odd. Then one day, after a terrible disaster where Allison throws up all over a freshman in the gym, Allison returns to school a completely different person. She’s so different that she’s answering questions during class, and correctly, she’s wearing new clothes and has new confidence. To make things worse, she’s just stolen Jane’s ex-boyfriend–well stolen is the wrong word, but you get the picture.Soon Jane finds out that there’s more to this sudden change than meets the eye. Allison has done something terrible and stupid–she’s just sold her soul to the devil.The story is, well, excellent. It’s strong, flows well, and sticks right to the point without running off in directions that are unnecessary. Jane is an awesome character. She’s full of life, spunk, and awesomeness–yes, I used that word to describe her. I found her to be a fantastic character.There were only a couple times I got annoyed during the novel and this had nothing to do whatseover with the story itself. I think the publisher perhaps misprinted some sentences in the novel so that they are in some ways using the right words, but are grammatically incorrect. I doubt this has anything to do with the author though.All in all the novel is damn good. It moves fast, has its fair share of twists and turns, and proves to me that I can’t judge a book by its cover all the time. Doing so means I will miss out on gems like this. Check this novel it. I think you’ll really enjoy it!

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Book Review: The King of Attolia by Megan Whalen Turner

I’m heading quick into my list. I’ve already finished off two books on it, and am well on my way into Devilish. So, here is my review of this particular book.I can’t say that I really liked The King of Attolia, but neither can I say I hated it. It was so-so for me. One of the interesting things I thought this novel had over other fantasy novels was that it did not revolve around a major military conflict. The conflicts generally seemed to be internal, rather than external to the kingdom of Attolia. In addition to that I found that the world that Turner had created was so believable it was actually real. There is a good reason for this: it is so much like a Greece that never was. There are guns and pocket watches. Think of Greece if it had survived long enough to become an empire much like England became. Can you imagine?The story is this:This book takes place some time after her first book The Thief, but stands alone I think. The King of Attolia is an outsider. He’s not an Attolian, but an Eddisian from a neighboring kingdom, and not only that, he practically stole the throne. Few respect him, and the Queen herself at one point cut off his hand. But Eugenides must come to grips with the reality of his situation: he is king, whether he likes it or not, and he cannot run away–he must prove that fact to those that are bound to serve him.Costis is a soldier who has made a terrible mistake. He just struck the King. But to his surprise he is pardoned, and his Captain too. Rather than being exiled he is put under the King’s charge as part of the King’s attendants. Costis hates the King, and always has. He loves his Queen, but the King is a different story entirely. That is where the story should have stayed. The problem with the book, a part that makes the story itself a little weak, is that under all of that is threat of invasion from a neighboring kingdom, an uprising among the nobility (Barons), and mounting attempts on the King’s life. Now, the last thing worked well in the story. With Costis being a sort of personal guard for the man he loathes, it is an amazing transformation to see how the characters grow through the story. But my biggest beef was that the story focused on something that would seem literally trivial in comparison to the first two subplots. I think trivial hatreds among soldiers is minute in comparison to threat of invasion by a force that the Queen herself knows she cannot repel if the Barons cannot be controlled. So why are we focusing at all on the fact that the King is disliked and has to prove himself? At this point it’s almost pointless. Who cares if the King shows that he is worthy of his position, even if he doesn’t want it, if by the end of the oncoming war there might not be a King and Queen of Attolia at all? The subplot of war could very well have been left out in my opinion. It only damaged the story.Turner’s writing is solid, except in times when she is intentionally trying to be vague about details. There is a scene in the novel where the King is being attacked by assassins and later in that chapter we learn that the King kills all three, even though he’s technically a cripple. Yet, the scene isn’t even written. It’s almost as if the page was missing that had that action in it. Turner goes on to say that it all happened so fast, but the scene itself shows that the King is being killed. I re-read it a dozen times and still couldn’t figure out how we went from King being killed to King killing.Another issue was the constant jumping around of POV. The only characters I cared about were Costis and Eugenides. Costis is the central character and should have remained the focus. There were a bunch of jumps to characters that weren’t really all that important. We didn’t need their insights on things because Costis provided enough.The novel itself ends rather shaky for me. It seems like the novel should have gone on a bit longer in my opinion. It just stopped on a happy note, and that was that. There’s no climax, no build up to an ultimate finally. It digs into the story, stays there, and never rises to the occasion.Other than that I found the novel to be decent enough, if not lacking. Might not be the best novel written, but certainly not the worst. At least the characters and the worlds were believable.

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New Continents in the Works

Yes, the title is correct. I am working on adding new continents to my world. As of right now I have one in mind and it is giving a hell of a lot more trouble than Traea ever did. Traea seemed to flow from my mind without much of a thought, but geographically speaking this new continent is too complex to seem real. I have to bring it down several notches now just to get it to where I like it. So what does this mean for WISB? A lot. First, the second book already is looking to be off of the mainland of Traea to begin with–though that can change as I progress through the story. A second continent is needed simply because I have way too much in my head for there not to be. I can’t put it all on Traea. That would make for a severely compressed batch of ideas and concepts. This second continent I think will incorporate some aspects that perhaps are not so prevalent in WISB as we know it, as well as drawing on some things that I think are quite intriguing but don’t get much play in the first book simply because there isn’t room for it. And since we know what the title of the second book is–the tentative title anyway being The Spellweaver of Dern–that should give quite a few clues as to what to expect for the second book. But first, I have to get through book one, I have to put together a portfolio so I can get into the creative writing program at UCSC, read a hell of a lot, keep writing short stories as I am horribly behind now, and try not to get overly annoyed with my grandma as she bugs me left and right to clean and clean and clean so we can sell the house while trying desperately to do all the things that are of the most value to me–basically anything that has to do with writing. Oi. 😛

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Book Review: Recursion by Tony Ballantyne

As part of my reading list for the awards, here is my review of Recursion.It’s not very often that I get to read something as utterly complex as this story. I don’t mean complex in that “I don’t understand or fully comprehend” in the same fashion as was the case with The Elysium Commission (which was a good book nonetheless). Rather I mean the sheer massiveness of the concepts involved within the novel itself.The basic story is this:Herb is a young entrepeneur in a futuristic ‘world’ (figuratively speaking since in this case there are many worlds within Earth’s scope) governed by an entity called the Environmental Agency. He is returning to a planet where he had illegally set into action little machines called VNM’s–self replicating robots that can be programmed to create entire cities–only to find that his VNM’s have gone haywire and overrun the planet, destroying everything of value. Just when he thinks he might get away with it, being so far from the center of control for the Environmental Agency, an EA agent pops up in his ship. Soon he finds himself in a different sort of trouble as he learns that his accident is nothing compared to what the something called the “Enemy Domain” is up to.There are two other story lines that run through this. One involves Constantine–set in the past before Herb–who is called a “ghost” because he has imbedded into his mind four other personalities (not the psychological condition, but actual other personalities that live in him as he goes along with his life…they interact and the like). The other is Eva who we find out in the beginning has been planning to kill herself for some time but because the Environmental Agency is truly the nosiest of governments it won’t allow her to do it without careful planning. This is set in the past as well. Later on we find her in a mental health facility with a group of people paranoid about something called “the Watcher”.Now the two other story lines run in with the main story with Herb. Both merge in the end with Herb. I don’t think it was a perfect merging, it was somewhat flawed and not quite as strong as I would have liked, but it worked well enough to keep me interested in the story from start to finish. One of the things I loved most about this book were the concepts in it. You have VNM’s that can build AND destroy, people who have extra personalities that are practically their own people inside of their minds, copied mental entities within sustained ‘Matrix’ style worlds that are just as alive as the minds they came from, and AI’s that have grown and evolved so much that they are actually smarter than humans–for obvious reasons.All this makes for a very intriguing story. The action was fantastic and I found that I truly enjoyed all the characters, even the crazy ones. I generally don’t like stories with so many story lines, partially because I like to delve deep into individuals rather than groups. Luckily I think Ballantyne managed to create very 3-d characters for me. They had fears that were real in the world they lived in. They cried when they were supposed to; freaked out when things went bad. They were, essentially, very human! He does an excellent job taking characters that aren’t human and twisting them just so slightly so you might start to wonder, “something just isn’t right about you.” The twists and turns keep the plot fresh and new. I liked this book very much. It will be in my collection for some time and I expect to read some more Ballantyne.

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Chapter Nineteen: Of Goodbye and the Summering Rocks

(Note:  This is not official version and may be removed in the near future.  This do not reflect what is read in the podcast version, nor any other version you may encounter.  I have preserved the rough form for posterity — or something like that.  This novel has since been rewritten.) James woke early the following morning. His mind raced with thoughts of the past day as he slowly took in his surroundings. Here the bright sunlight could be seen for the trees opened up like welcoming arms to the blue sky. The fire had been put out and he quickly found that he was not the only one that had awoken. Pea and Darl were nearby arguing over something he couldn’t see. They spoke in whispers, but he could tell from the tone in Darl’s voice that the two were on the verge of insulting each other. He stood up and let the covers fall from his body. He yawned and stretched. The scent of his un-bathed body wafted over him and he cringed. He sorely missed having a daily shower. It had been days since his last shower—far too long for his liking. Deep down he wished he could go back to Arnur and the great pool of little cleaning beings. The feeling of being one hundred percent clean of all dirt and grime seemed only a dull memory now. James walked over to Pea and Darl, listening closely as he went. “What if it’s poisoned?” Darl said, his whisper strong and nearly loud enough to be at normal speech. “Why would they poison us with one of their own among us?” Pea said. “Why not? False sense of security!” “Ridiculous.” “Plausible.” Then James was next to them. They looked at him; he looked down and found the object of their argument. Four baskets weaved of leaves and filled with berries of all shapes, colors, and sizes, and other fruits that both looked familiar and unfamiliar at the same time, lay next to the dead fire. There were fruits he knew—bananas, apples, pears, and even kiwis. He marveled at the sight of it. Even in Arlin City he had not seen such a brilliant array of fruits. “It was left overnight,” Darl said to him. “Oh?” James mumbled. “Forest folk of some sort. Maybe the Moss People left it. Maybe Brownies.” “Darl thinks it’s a trap,” Pea said. “Why would the Moss People poison us?” Darl grimaced. “Rumors and legends are generally born out of some sort of reality.” “You honestly think the Moss People would be behind this?” Pea’s voice rose to just above a whisper. “Or the Brownies.” “Preposterous.” Then Darl and Pea were arguing fully again and James tuned them both out. He stared down at the four baskets. Saliva built in his mouth. It all looked delicious, like a perfectly prepared array of the best pickings possible. Would they really poison us, he thought. Why? We’ve done nothing to them. Just then Tum Tum walked between his legs, yawning and stumbling side to side. The Brownie was not yet fully awake. As Tum Tum reached the baskets Pea and Darl ceased their whispered arguing to watch. Then the little man grabbed an apple, turned with drooping eyes, took a bite, and walked back through James’ legs and to where Tiddle lay fast asleep. The three of them watched intently. Suddenly Tum Tum heaved and began to choke. His eyes went wide; he coughed and hacked, clutching at his throat, teetering this way and that. Then, just as abruptly as it had all started, Tum Tum stopped and looked at the apple in his hands. He threw it with all the might a little man could muster into the forest and cried out, “Bloody tricksters! That apple is still a day away from being ripe you filthy little…” Tum Tum caught himself, took a deep breath, and brushed himself off. “Humph.” Then he went back to his bed and fell asleep in an instant. James, Pea, and Darl stared in disbelief. Then James took a peach from one of the baskets and ate. Darl tried to protest, but it was too late. Wonderment came over him as the juices of the peach filled him. The peach was juicy, as all peaches should be, and brought every sensation of joy imaginable from the sense of taste. A little stream of juice dribbled down his chin; he wiped it away. Soon Darl and Pea joined in and they all ate together, reveling in the amazing array of choices. Several minutes later, or at least long enough for James to realize that the sun was now truly rising from the horizon and spilling light over everything, Tum Tum and Tiddle awoke and took off along the path. Nobody tried to stop them, though James could tell that Darl truly wanted to. Instead, the three packed everything up in a rush and quickly mounted their respective Blaersteeds. The steeds took off without a single command and in no time they were alongside Tum Tum and Tiddle, both of which had taken to singing and playing their fiddles. This time James did not listen. He instead allowed his mind to wander for he had had far too much of their singing the day before and already could feel a headache building above his eyes. He focused on the sky, the trees, bushes, and other plants both old and new to him. His eyes wandered from the dense black hairs of Mirdur’eth to the path before him that had suddenly stopped winding in an out of the forest that seemed impossible to traverse. The path was as close to straight as he could hope, only taking mild turns here and there. The path itself was clear of brush as if it suddenly was heavily traveled. He wondered if perhaps the Moss People or even the other Brownies, which he assumed there were, had some affect on the way the forest

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Nebula and Andre Norton Awards Announced

As usual I am behind. But here they are. (Note: this means I can read just about anything except the actual winners from my previous lists at any point in time. I’m happy about that because I can bounce around and have some freedom :P. And yes I do intend to get a review up, but unfortunately Recursion is taking me a while to read. It’s decent enough though.) Best Novel (Nebula)Best Novella–Burn by James Patrick KellyBest Novelette–Two Hearts by Peter S. BeagleBest Short Story–Echo by Elizabeth HandBest Script–Howl’s Moving Castle by Hayao Miyazaki, Cindy Davis Hewitt, and Donald H. Hewitt Best Novel (Andre Norton)Congrats to the winners!

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