Origami Girl's Heroics: Mike Carey

Last week I announced that I am going to do a series of book reviews of fantasy books set in London, to help me get to know the city. You can read my last one looking at the Rivers of London books and The Borribles here.

Thicker Than Water

Mike Carey

I recently read Thicker Than Water, diving into Mike Carey's Felix Castor series. Felix Castor is an exorcist in an otherwise recognisable London landscape. He's not an evil child-attacking exorcist though. In fact one of his friends is a succubus. What he is really is something like a noir detective. All bad language and grittiness, but a heart deep down. These books have a number of similarities to the Rivers of London books and so was a strange read after the latest Ben Aaronovitch, as it was also centred around a tower block in South London. One in which a lot of strange incidents and sharp violence are taking place, which seem to relate to Felix's family and to the Anathemata, the excommunicated militant arm of the Catholic church.

What did I learn about London?

London has some really weird tower blocks. When I finally watch Attack the Block I am sure my opinion of that will be confirmed. Well, maybe. I don't feel like I got a particular grip on one area of London as with some of the others. The hospital, his house, and the block are the main locations so it didn't dive into as much detail about other London locations. It did give a general feel of South London atmosphere, but no new places I am itching to explore.

Review: I've got mixed feelings about this book. Firstly, I don't usually read horror, so this is something of a foray into unknown territory for me. However, I found the gruesome parts of the story more bearable than I expected. They are quite well built up, so as to not seem out of place in the narrative, but also appropriately shocking. I felt a sense of affection for the main character's determination and his general idiotic levels of courage. However, the truth is that his lesbian succubus friend Juliet was a much more interesting character altogether. The book felt a little too male. It's hard to define that, but Felix's general rudeness and closed nature, disagreeing and stomping, sulking, with all the people trying to help him; it was a bit frustrating. Sometimes I was just thinking 'Jeez Castor! Would hurt you to just say thanks one time?'. The books are doing something fun with the London setting which is what I am looking for, but there's a little too much noir caricature in the drawing of Felix to make me reach for the next one.

I will say this as a side point: I really like Mike Carey's work usually. I wrote about meeting him before and I am a fan of his Lucifer series, and the Unwritten. His latest book 'The Girl with all the Gifts' is the best thing he's written so far, and my husband places it in his top ten. So despite not loving these, please don't write him off.

Neverwhere
Neil Gaiman

Neverwhere is a Gaiman classic. It's existed in many iterations: tv series, radio drama, graphic novel, and a good old paperback. Feel free to try any of these and the story is always good. Neverwhere is the story of Richard Mayhew, an ordinary young businessman who makes a life-changing decision to stop and look after an injured girl on the street. Upon doing so he ceases to exist in our work and becomes an unwilling citizen of London Below. He then travels through this new hidden version of our London to find a way to take his identity back, and to help Door avoid the assassins.

'Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere' by JulietteArda, on Deviant Art.

What I learnt about London

The best thing for me in this book is the way Neil Gaiman plays with London locations. There really is an Angel, Islington. Knightsbridge, is now Night's Bridge. You don't want to mess with the Shepherds at Shepherd's Bridge. And “Mind the Gap” has never sounded so sinister. For me that last phrase makes me smile every time I hear it on the Underground, as I look into that space between the platform and the train and imagine what horror lurks there. Tube rides pass through so many Neverwhere locations, so it at the least taught me a lot names of tube stops and gave them each something to associate with. Plus a few art exhibits and paintings mentioned that I'd like to go look at.

I found this picture of Deviant Art, and it is the best portrayal of Door as she is in my head.

By Pika-la-Cynique.

Review

As urban fantasy goes Neverwhere is an instant classic. It creates a setting in which the borders between the a parallel London and ours bleed seamlessly. It's easy to imagine that for some people when the doors open on the Underground, they are getting off a stop you can't see. The characters are also wonderfully rich, especially full of detail in their styling and clothes. I even picture Door's hair and Islington's sneer. Gaiman has these characters very solidly built. I have read this book many times, and whilst it is not my favourite book of his (I'm a Sandman girl) there is nothing he writes badly. If you want to join me in fantasy London reading, it wouldn't be a bad place to start.

To link these nicely together Neil Gaiman did say that the Borribles (of last week) was a big influence on his Neverwhere. They both really like to make rats a thing...

I hope you are enjoying these reviews! Have you read either of these? Do you have a favourite version of Neverwhere? Do you have any urban fantasy you recommend?

If you are just here for the fashion and prancing you can read the first paragrpah, skip the rest and go to the pics because all the rest is meditating on meeting your heroes. Which kind of happened this week.

The outfit I am wearing in these photos went through several developments before this look was chosen. I originally wore the dress with a skirt over the top and then whined that I looked a bit too hippyish with no straight lines in my look. My boy did not get these complaints. Then I took the skirt off and wore shorts and little socks with bows on and a blazer and then accused myself of looking like a Chalet School on the weekend. Then I added my new scarf! On my birthday post I said I had four new scarves which I will be showing you over a steady period. This one is my elephant one and is super soft, like cuddling to send you to sleep soft. And after all that I was ready to set off into town for some photographs!

This week I got to meet Mike Carey which was a fascinating experience for me. He is a graphic novel/comic book writer, although he has also written a successful prose series. If you are into these things he has written Lucifer and The Unwritten. These are big deal Vertigo comics that I have read and loved. This guy is a big deal. And there he was opening a library collection in Hertforshire, reading a story out loud, and chatting to me about myths.

See, I'm quite a shy person really. When I meet new people I try and cover up the shyness with humour or controversial opinions but I am always an introvert pretending to be an extrovert. So when I met Neil Gaiman I crumble away in nothingness. Neil Gaiman in my favourite author (or Dianna Wynne Jones is, depending on my mood) and I have been to a number of events with him present. I wrote my dissertation on his work. I have most of his books; read his blog and tumblr; follow his Twitter and quote him in conversation. Yet, whilst I believe him to be a nice person, the overwhelming awesome of his person makes me mumble and run, or on the last occasion look at the signing line and say like a quitter "to even queue would make me sad because nothing I can say in the sixty seconds together will let him know how much he means to me", so I just walk out.

Back to Mike Carey. I was not only was front of the queue (second to the boy eager to use this as an opportunity to get into comics), I actually talked about my favourite work of his and we actually discussed Neil Gaiman's Sandman a little and why Lyta Hall was such a great character. He told me I was clearly his key audience for his book The Furies. I had to let the next person through, but he said he would like to speak again if I hung around and, as I was getting a lift back with the event organiser, I did. In all this I didn't feel my usual shyness or crippling insecurities. I didn't worry about whether he would respect me or understand that I was somehow special. I just felt like me. Talking to a person. About books.

And that's the kind of thing that makes me happy.

What's the difference between them? I'm not sure there is one. Gaiman is more famous than Mike, it's true. But Carey is by no means obscure, as I said. I think the difference is in me and my attitude. I just refused to let myself be awed-out of myself. I think maybe next time I see Gaiman (in October at a talk on myth: booyah!) I will stand in the queue, take my books and let those sixty seconds just exist without having to mean something. And hey, maybe Neil will respect me anyway.