2016’s best book, across all the genres I read, was ILLUMINAE (Amy Kaufman & Jay Kristoff).
I’ve long loved epistolary novels, starting with DRACULA. Smart, capable characters never bored me (the fact some die early & movingly) helps. The suspense rises and falls—but mostly rises—so skillfully I kept turning pages way too late into several nights. AIDAN, the endearingly whacko ship’s AI, creates a nicely twisty climax and proves surprisingly sympathetic. HAL still claims top stop in AI villains–that’s tough crazy to top, even for these skilled authors–but AIDAN is charmingly romantic, in addition to deadly.
Okay, I was skeptical about a couple of elements–email and texting will still be in use 500 years from now–but I closed the book a happy reader.
The sequel has just been published, but I felt more fear than pleasure. Lately sequels have disappointed me (yes, I’m talking about you, REVENGE OF THE EVIL LIBRARIAN), and ILLUMINAE set a standard so high any author might blanch and hastily turn to a new series.
Optimism won out over experience.
I’m about a third of the way through GEMINA, and . . . safe landing!
Hanna, Nik, and Ella don’t disappoint. I was initially dubious that fashion-conscious, druggy, blonde, Daddy’s girl Hanna could be as interesting as ILLUMINAE’s Kady. And the authors have endowed Hanna with multiple black belts and military strategy acumen that rivals that of War College graduates, but, hey, we’re in Fiction Land. And while thus far the creepy mutant worms and murderous corporate goons aren’t as scary as AIDAN or the little girl who walks around the Alexander dragging a ragdoll heart (a human heart, mind you, that she’s ripped out of some poor slob’s chest), there’s lots more to come, and I’m anticipating a fun, thrilling, creepy read.
GEMINA delivers. Highly recommended.
Oh, and ILLUMINAE will be a movie soon(ish), and I’m praying Brad Pitt’s Plan B production company doesn’t louse it up the way it did World War Z: http://bit.ly/1NJ9p4B
Reading ILLUMINAE and GEMINA has roused recollections of other smart space opera kids who don’t get a lot of blog attention these days, and when I’m done with GEMINA, I plan on doing a reread of my faves.
I’ll start with Andre Norton, who wrote smart teens inevitably caught up in weird and usually deadly adventures.
First, there’s Murdoc Jern (and Eet) in THE ZERO STONE, one of the first Norton stories I read and which captivated me. I followed STONE by reading the body-swapping, culturally complex
Norton authored an admirable range of YA sci-fi, and while her prose at times seems over mannered, and those searching for romance should continue searching, these classic tales are worth trying. Or rereading.
Then there’s my favorite space opera author, James H. Schmitz. Sadly neglected these days, he hit a homer with the three young WITCHES OF KARRES, who partner with Captain Pausert in a breathless, often hilarious series of adventures in the Hub of the Universe.
WITCHES is a cult favorite—a first edition will run you some serious change—and deserves the status. Adolescent Telzey Amberdon starred in many of Schmitz’s short stories and a couple of novels, and while humor doesn’t play as large a role in the Amberdon stories, she’s fun to follow. True, all these kids possessed unfair advantages that Kaufman & Kristoff avoid: The witches channel klatha (magic), which allows them to manipulate light, matter, sound, and endows them with varying degrees of psi ability; Telzey is not only brilliant, in her first adventure discovers she’s an adept psi, so much so she’s recruited to work with the government’s Psychology Service, a sort-of FBI charged with solving psi-related crimes.
If you haven’t read these stories, I recommend them wholeheartedly.
And, to round out both the end of April and my thoughts about resourceful teen fiction protagonists, this afternoon I sat through the Orlando Rep’s stage production of NANCY DREW AND HER BIGGEST CASE EVER.
Everything I remembered about the books was there—although, admittedly, it’s been years since I last cracked one—including friends George and Bess, dad Carson Drew and faithful housekeeper Hannah, boy-toy Ned, and the roadster that made Nancy the coolest . . . when I was 8. I mean, a car! Seemingly endless $$$. No school obligations that I recall. Allowed to go everywhere and do everything.
Kudos to Playwrights John Maclay & Jeff Frank, who overlooked not one Nancy cliché. The staging was fab, the cast solid, the audience gleeful
Here’s a YouTube vid of the world premiere in Milwaukee: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ofhoP3dRTks