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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

A Fantasy Heroine with no Superpowers? Meljean Brook's THE KRAKEN KING

I've been a big fan of Meljean Brook's Iron Seas series, especially of Heart of Steel (#2) and Riveted (#3). But when I heard that the fourth book in the series, The Kraken King, was to be published in serial form, I decided to hold off until the entire book was available. A fan of Victorian literature yes; a fan of Victorian-style publication, sometimes; a fan of paying $1.99 per part for an 8-part serial, thank you, no.

The publication date for serial-as-book came and went, though, and somehow I never pulled The Kraken King to the top of my TBR ebook pile. Only after my teen daughter began plowing through every fantasy romance book could recommend to her this past summer, including Meljean Brook's Iron Seas titles, did I remember that I myself hadn't yet read the latest addition to the series.

I'm sorry now that I waited so long to dive in. For while this steampunk fantasy is named after its hero, the real star of the show is its writer-heroine, Geraldine Gunther-Baptiste, otherwise known as Zenobia Fox. Despite penning popular serials about the adventures of treasure-hunter Archimedes Fox, Zenobia has long been a stay-at-home, content to remain in the shadows. First, to keep out of the way of an abusive father; then, to put off would-be suitors after they discover her relation to the actual Archimedes, a wealthy treasure-seeker; and, then, as depicted in Heart of Steel, to seem as innocuous as possible while enduring several kidnapping plots designed to bring her brother down. While her brother "flung himself at every peril," Zenobia is content "to observe it from a safe distance" (9).

Unlike Zenobia, the heroines of Brook's previous Iron Seas books had all been empowered, kick-ass warriors, fighting side by side with their equally kick-ass future mates. How would Zenobia, whose greatest superpower is her ability to wield a pen, survive, never mind prove herself heroine material, I wondered?

The opening of The Kraken King has Zenobia taking a small step out of the shadows, leaving home and hearth to set off halfway across the world with a childhood friend who is traveling to the Red City in Australia (in the alternate history Iron Seas world, Europe has been overrun by zombies; the "Golden Horde" [i.e. the Mongols] control much of the world through despotism and nanotechnology; and Australia has been partially colonized by Nippon [aka Japan]). Though in the wake of multiple kidnappings, Zenobia has hired two bodyguards (just in case), nothing of much event has occurred during the journey—just as she expected.

Until, that is, they reach the western coast of Australia, and their airship is attacked by unidentified marauders. Current manuscript and store of gold in hand, Zenobia jumps from the doomed airship—and is pulled from the ocean by a man straight out of the most fantastic adventure story. Ariq, the Noyan or leader of Krakentown, a Mongol settlement on the Australian coast, is larger, stronger, and physically more powerful than anyone that Zenobia has ever met. Known as the Kraken King (because once he gets something or someone in his grip, he never lets go), Ariq had once been a major player in the rebellion against the Mongol ruler. But when the rebel leaders began fighting with themselves over who would take power once the Khagan fell, Ariq felt the need to distance himself not just from their infighting, but from the rebellion as well.

Sounds like the perfect set-up for a he-man rescues imperiled woman storyline, no? But in Brook's capable hands, Zenobia isn't forced to magically transform into a warrior-woman fighter or to reconcile herself to playing the damsel in the typical damsel-in-distress storyline. How?

In part, because Brooks uses an alternating point of view narrative, a narrative that shows us Zenobia through Ariq's perceptive eyes. Ariq falls for Zenobia almost the moment he first sees her—but not from unmotivated "insta-lust." As Brook's describes it, "he remembered her expression when she'd jumped from the falling balloon. Serenity. Acceptance. As if her entire life had been leading to that moment and she faced it without fear" (30). Fighters, Ariq knows, are not the only ones who are brave. And when he begins talking with the woman he's pulled from the sea, and discovers that she also has a sense of humor as well as a quick, agile mind, he's even more drawn to Zenobia. Her unremarkable face, her unremarkable hair—none of it matters, not after he first looks into "her eyes like jade stones lit by an inner flame.... There was nothing unremarkable behind those green eyes—and this woman might have the power to lay waste to him. But if she did, he didn't want to fight it" (37). Throughout the story, Ariq interprets Zenobia for us, showing us how our expectations of heroine-ism might be blinding us to the kind of heroine that Zenobia is.


Also in part because Zenobia does undergo a transformation over the course of the novel, though it takes place internally, rather than externally. All her life, Zenobia has waited—waited for her abusive father to leave on another trip; waited for her suitors to tire of her; waited for Archimedes to bring the ransom and rescue her from her kidnappers. But when Zenobia is captured by a former ally of the Kraken King's, an ally who now wants to use her to manipulate Ariq, Zenobia is no longer content to be a pawn in others' machinations. She knows that Ariq, or her bodyguards, or her brother will eventually come to save her, and that it might make more sense to wait, now, too.

But she couldn't bear to wait. She couldn't bear to let Ghazan Bator determine the course of her life. She couldn't bear to let anyone decide who she would be or what she would do. Not anymore. And the thought of staying here on this ironship with a man who would use her to frighten her friends and threaten thousands of others? Who would wield her like a whip on Ariq's back? She'd rather burn the ship down and sink with it.
     Yet far better to escape—even if she died trying. And if this meant her death, maybe the effort would be all for nothing.
     But if she lived, that effort would mean everything. (303)

Zenobia does not train to be a fighter, nor does she magically gain new skills that enable her to overcome stronger foes. But she does discover the power of refusing to be driven against her will, a power that she will have to draw on throughout the second half of the novel in order to survive.

And finally, because Brook brings Zenobia to the realization that courage does not mean a lack of fear. In fact, fear is at the very heart of courage—the courage to fight against tyranny, yes, but also the courage to accept love.










The Kraken King
Berkley, 2014

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Mixed-Message Feminism: Kristen Callihan's SHADOWDANCE

     "You go into that house, and you'll have every human there in a snit. Women are not fit to handle death, much less view a murder site. You know that as well as I."
     "Not fit to handle death?" she ground out, her arms twitching to do him violence.
     But he waved an annoyed hand. "Do not start quoting Wollstonecraft on me. I'm repeating pure social fact. That is what they believe. And that is what they will do, should you"—he pointed at her for emphasis— "waltz in there and expect to be treated like a man." (41)


Some romances wear their feminism openly on their sleeves. Others don the thinnest of feminist overcoats, shoddy garments that don't really hide the restrictive patriarchal underthings lurking beneath. And some dress in traditional, often repressive, tropes, then transform them before our very eyes, dowdy, dated gowns refashioned for contemporary times and mores.

And then there are the romances so weighted down with scarves and necklaces, furbelows and furs, that you're not quite sure what ideology they are meant to convey. Reading Shadowdance, the latest book in Kristen Callihan's Darkest London Victorian steampunk romance series, presented just such an experience. Even while I found much of the book frustrating, there's something about it that's sticking with me, making me want to puzzle out just what lies behind its appeal. Bear with me as I attempt to unravel its mix of old-school romance tropes from its empowered heroine discourses.*

Trafalgar Square, sans demon bodies...
The main plot of Shadowdance focuses on the search for a murderer who is preying upon demons and leaving their corpses in the middle of Trafalgar Square. We soon learn, however, that this is not your typical who-dunit, for the murderer is none other than our book's hero, former valet and now Regulator (a type of investigator) in the secret Society for the Suppression of Supernaturals (SOS), Jack Talent. In the previous book in the series, Jack had been kidnapped and tortured by vicious demons aiming to drawn on the healing power of his shifter blood; in this book, we discover that his torture included not only verbal and physical, but also sexual abuse. Jack is hunting down and killing the demons who preyed upon him, unable to live in the world if he must share it with his abusers. But now someone has begun killing shifters like Jack, too, not just demons. Has another murderer joined the game?

Theme-wise, the novel is less interested in catching a murderer, and more interested in how a man responds to sexual violation. Is it different from how a woman reacts? Shadowdance invites us to ask such questions by casting a woman with her own history of sexual violation as Jack's counterpart. The daughter of a courtesan, Mary Chase was on the verge of being auctioned off to the highest bidder to pay her mother's debts when she fled into even worse hands: three "thugs" caught her in the street and raped her. She escaped them only to be hit and killed by a gin cart. She now exists thanks to a demon-invented mechanical heart, as a GIM (or Ghost in the Machine), and, like Jack, works as a Regulator for the SOS. She's been told by an informant right from the start of the book that Jack is the murderer, yet even though he's been teasing and insulting her for the past four years, she feels she needs to find proof before she can feel justified in turning him in.

Because Mary, we discover, has already trod the path Jack finds himself on:

"The first thing I did after becoming a GIM was to hunt down each piece of filth who raped me.... I gutted them. And each time, I returned home and threw up until there was nothing left inside of me. It was as if they raped me all over again." A hard, choked laugh left her. "You've thought me a cold fish, a heartless creature.... You were right. I am. I've spent a decade learning to feel nothing.... I looked the other way for you, and will keep on looking, because I know, Jack. I've been there too.... just as I know that if you keep this course, there will be nothing left inside of you, either" (330).

Both men and women long for revenge against sexual abusers, Shadowdance suggests. But is such revenge against sexual predators allowable? Ethical? Psychologically healing or hurtful? Early on in the book, Jack expresses doubts about his own course: "Relief and despair mingled. Jack now had the means to kill those who had hurt him. But deep in his heart, he feared that was not what would heal him." (164) Mary's later admonition seems to give weight to such doubts. Yet shortly before this little speech, readers watched Mary kill one of Jack's tormentors herself, "Because Jack could not live in a world where they existed, and now, neither could she" (314), because she's fallen in love with him. And when he finds out what she's done, "A strange, happy ache surged into something sharp and cutting, wonderful yet at the same time terrible. Mary had killed for him" (335). In older stories, heroes often killed men who had raped their beloveds; is Callihan's inversion of the trope a feminist move, or simply a confusion about which message about revenge to convey? Or a bit of both?


The book's mixed messages about female sexuality are similarly puzzling. On the one hand, Callihan depicts Mary's sexual desire in evocative, detailed prose:

She did not feel like herself anymore, didn't recognize this woman she'd become. An invader had taken over her skin. Logic had fled like a frightened spirit. Instead she felt. Everywhere. Everything. Her bones thrummed. She was at once too heavy yet oddly buoyant. Her breasts ached and tingled, as though the flesh there had been asleep ad now needed to be rubbed fully back to life. A horrid though, and yet the very idea of big, rough hands rubbing over her tender flesh...God almighty, she quivered. Intolerable.
     It was endless, this feeling. When she walked, she felt the length of her own legs and the curve of her bottom, where the fabric of her drawers moved and teased. And she felt her own slickness between her legs, a strange slip-slide that sent little judders of sensation over her, an uncomfortably hot syrup that coated her inside and out. (209)

Yet Mary, we discover, was only pretending to be another man's courtesan during the book's prologue, a role that inspired much of the jealousy and anger underlying Jack and Mary's subsequent relationship. In fact, Mary has never engaged in consensual sex with anyone, making her a virgin in all but name. Given the sexual attack she suffered, her lack of desire makes sense. But it also leads to the question: would Jack's overwhelming attraction to Mary have been quite so overwhelming if she'd turned out to truly be as sexually experienced as he'd originally thought? The above passage actually opens with the line "Blast him," as if all of the feelings she's experiencing stem from Jack, rather than from something within her; is it only because Mary has found her one true love that she's allowed to experience sexual desire?


How does the book attempt to depict feminist heterosexual love? Jack and Mary's relationship through much of the book is that of the typical bickering romance pair, attracted to one another but sublimating that attraction into biting wit and cutting insult. Given his murderous spree, Jack clearly has reason to set Mary at arm's length. And its not only demons in the flesh that keep them apart; there are multiple personal demons in Jack's past, too, some of which tie him to Mary's death. The two begin to move past their bickering only after Jack's desire to protect her leads to revelations about his past, a past that included even more abuse than Mary, or readers, had been told of. Only when Mary doesn't reject him as undeserving, as everyone else in his family had, and Jack is able to share the pain of his childhood trauma with her, can the two begin not to forget the pains of their pasts, but to face them and move on together.

Jack, needless to say, is the epitome of the tortured hero, the man women readers love to love because we want to be the one and only one who can ease his pain. In Old Skool romances, such pain-abatement typically requires that the hero to dramatically change his spots, turning from a demanding, demeaning alpha male into a vulnerable (at least to the heroine), kindhearted fellow. Is the initial abuse the hero dishes out to the heroine more palatable if the hero doesn't really change, but rather, like a faded dress remade, turns the fabric of his personality inside out, making what was once hidden away inside available for external viewing? As Mary puts it, "On the outside Jack Talent was tarnished and battered, but underneath he was sterling. Not even Jack truly understood this. But she would help him see it" (361). Does presenting masculinity as breakable, rather than invulnerable, send a clearer feminist message?

For her whole life, she'd thought of men in terms of force. Blunt instruments that asserted their will and strength. Jack was that, more so than most. But she had never truly realized a man's vulnerability, that a man might need comfort and tenderness. In truth, a man was like crystal, all hard, cool surfaces and solid strength, yet so easily broken if mishandled. (361)

At the novel's climax, the relationship between Jack and Mary has been transformed, and not only in the sexual realm. Jack receives the typical message from the villain, listing, "a time, a place, and request that Jack arrive alone" (381). At this point, readers might be forgiven for expecting him to sneak off, to steal away from Mary without telling her, in order to keep her safe, in typical romance hero fashion. But instead, "Jack, having learned a thing or two from the men in his life, all of whom loved headstrong women, woke Mary and showed it [the note] to her" (381). Afterwards, the two set off together, each now willing to share their work, and their burdens, with one another.

As Jack recognizes after the two become separated, "How could he be strong and still keep her safe? He couldn't. The realization surged through him. He had to rely on her strength to get her through. He had to believe in her. Just as she believed in him" (403). A relationship of equals, each contributing his or her strengths. But is the fact that Mary's "strength" takes the form of the ultimate sacrifice of self, rather than an act of physical bravery, a throwback to the endlessly self-sacrificing heroines of romance novels past? Or a sign of a feminine (feminist?) kind of heroine-ism?


Even after spilling all the above ink, I'm still left feeling confused. Would stronger editing have been able to help Callihan convey her ideological and thematic messages with less ambiguity? Or is the ideological muddle intentional, a way to appeal to both readers longing for empowered heroines and to those who prefer their stories more Old Skool?


Do you have thoughts on Callihan's novel (and series)? Have you had similar experiences in reading a romance that seemed to convey mixed mixed messages about its embrace of feminist ideals?


Photo credits:
Trafalgar Square: The Victorian Web
Bickering Hearts: Zazzle.com

* And to unravel both from writing that could benefit from a more careful editing. Shadowdance opens with a prologue, and continues into a narrative, that is overly dependent on readers' knowledge of the previous books in the series to make sense. I've actually read all three of the previous full-length books in the series, and I had difficulty at times following things, and I'm not a careless reader. Please, Kristen Callihan (and fantasy writers the world over): do us all a favor and don't name-drop or event-drop until our heads are spinning, especially if you're writing a series with different protagonists in each book. For example, don't mention "Una" if you're not going to explain who she is, or if she's never going to appear again in the later story...


 





Forever, 2013

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Lesbian Allies, Heterosexual Romance: Meljean Brook's RIVETED

Early in the third volume of Meljean Brook's steampunk Iron Seas series, Riveted, readers learn that the novel's heroine, Annika, hails from a hidden all-female society. And when, soon after, we find out that its hero, David, is a vulcanologist, traveling with two other scientists intent on exploring the very area where Annika's people live, we have all the makings for a familiar science fiction trope: the exploration of gender roles through the depiction of a single-sex society.

From Greek myths of the Amazons to Wonder Woman and her home of origin on Paradise Island, stories of all-female societies being "discovered" by men have allowed writers to interrogate the gender norms of their times, or to imagine other ways gender might be constructed in imagined fantasy settings. Male authors have often depicted such societies as threatening or wanting in some way, but feminist writers typically take a more hopeful view, imagining what women might create when freed from the constrictions of patriarchy. While some authors banish men altogether from their female utopias, others imagine how a new type of society might be created when men interact with women raised with far different assumptions about gender roles than they have been.  Charlotte Perkins Gilman's 1915 utopian novel, Herland, a staple of early women's studies classes during the 1970s and 80s, is a classic example of such gender-role exploration and re-visioning.

Yet as Riveted progresses, Annika and David's story proves not to be a meditation on gender roles, for Brook takes for granted the equality of the sexes that Gilman and feminists in the 1960s and 70s could only imagine. Instead, Brook uses the trope of the hidden single-sex society to meditate on heroism as it relates to sexuality. In particular, through Annika and David's developing romantic heterosexual relationship, Brook explores how heterosexuals might become allies to those with different sexual orientations.

First, a bit of plot: Annika Fridasdottor, a woolgathering dreamer back home in Iceland, has spent the last four years out in the wide world, working as an engineer on an airship while she searches for her missing sister. Källa, several years older than Annika, was always the brave one, the warrior, the leader. Only after her sister has disappeared does Annika discover that the elders of Hannasvik have banished Källa after she took the blame for a thoughtless action of Annika's, one that might have led to the discovery of their hidden society. And their culture has an imperative reason to remain hidden; not only did the founders of Hannasvik escape slavery by killing all their male captors, including a royal prince, but now many of their citizens live in single-sex romantic relationships, relationships which those from New World societies would condemn not only as unnatural, but so abhorrent as to warrant death.

Far from adventurous, Annika would far prefer to be working with fabric, designing and sewing beautiful clothing, than spending her days stoking an airship's engine, hoping against hope that Källa will answer one of the hundreds of personal ads she's taken out in every newspaper in every city where the cargo ship stops. At the novel's start, when a guard in the New World city of Navarra stops her, her panic is palpable. She's never been known for her courage, and fears that in the unstable country of Castile, no stranger would dare to help another.

Yet a stranger does step in. But not only out of the goodness of heart. For twenty years, David Kentewess has been trying to fulfill a promise made to his dying mother, a promise to find her people and return to them the runes she wore around her neck. But during her life, David's mother had been remarkably cagey about just where she came from, and David has had few clues to help him in his search until he hears Annika's voice, speaking with an accent he'd only heard once before, from his mother's lips. Thus, he intervenes with the guard, knowing that he'll gain the chance to talk with her after his technologically-enhanced arm, legs, and eye frighten the man away. Haven't they frightened almost everyone in the New World away, including any woman in whom David has ever taken an interest?

As a passenger on Annika's airship, David tries everything to convince her to reveal what he knows about his mother's people; Annika, already scarred by thoughtlessly risking the lives of everyone in her village, does nothing but refuse. Even the obvious and growing attraction between herself and this gentle outsider cannot persuade Annika to betray her trust, and the two decide to separate.

But the inventiveness of Brook's steampunk plot—a submersible whale, disappearing airships, a son bent on recuperating his scientist-father's lost reputation—continue to throw the two together, despite their agreement to part ways as friends. Yet the question of whether or not Annika should reveal Hannavik's whereabouts to David proves far less pressing than the question of how one finds the bravery to stand up for one's allies. And, perhaps more importantly, how to know when one should stand up, and when standing up is too dangerous a risk. David tells Annika she's brave to trust him with the why of Hannavik, if not the where. Annika replies that it is easy to die to protect someone you love:

     "For someone, it's easy. For something, though... I think it's harder to die for something you believe in. To stand up and to say that something else is wrong. I said it to my friend, but would I shout it abroad this ship? I don't know. I'd be too afraid of what would happen to me, because so many people think as she does. I hate myself for this."
     "When you're surrounded by stupidity, self-preservation isn't a sin."
     "Refusing to challenge that stupidity and letting it continue might end up hurting someone you love, later. I'd die to protect them, but not to tell people that I've kissed a woman, too?" (180)

Through his growing love for her, David helps Annika negotiate this very difficult question, when to speak up, when to hold back.  David doesn't ask Annika to be less for his sake; instead, he recognizes what is already in her, and urges it to blossom. He shows her the self that he sees: not the scared, inattentive, unadventurous girl forced by guilt to leave Hannasvik, but the brave, loyal, risk-taking woman who speaks her mind, calls others on their shortcomings, and will do anything to protect the people she loves.

And David, too, must learn to see himself as an ally, rather than an outsider, if he and Annika are to have any sort of future together. For as Iceland becomes ever-more populated, that future must include helping the women of Hannasvik gradually come out of isolation.  Källa left Hannasvik not only because she wished to help her sister, but because she believed that her people could not continue to hide the existence of Hannasvik from the ever-increasing populace of Iceland. After her own adventures, Annika agrees, and works to persuade her mothers of the same. "We can start small, here," Annika tells them. "And never back down."

No longer a rabbit, hiding at the first sign of danger, Annika will pick her battles, as well as when to conduct them. Annika can become a positive ally to her mothers' lesbian society even as she recognizes that she can no longer be a part of it now that she chooses to make a life with David. She can be that ally not only because of her love for her mothers, but also because her heterosexual love for David, and his for her, gives them both the courage to embrace hope, rather than be led by fear.


Hats off to Ms. Brooks, not only for showing us that not all feminists have to be kick-ass actions heroes, but for writing a sweet, touching romance, as well.








Meljean Brook, Riveted. Berkeley, 2012.











Photo/Illustration credits:
Wonder Woman Paradise Island: Suduvo.com
• Airship: Liss@Random
• Steampunk Whale: CurtisRU
• Stand Up for What You Believe In: Postitsforlove



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