Subterranean: Tales of Dark Fantasy 2, edited by William Schafer
292 pages
Published 2011
Read from January 6 to January 7
Rating: ★★ out of 5
Okay, so that Tad Williams book, The Dirty Streets of Heaven?
I couldn't even get through two pages. I love Tad Williams, I really do
-- I've read eight of his books, which places him (in raw numerical
terms) among my all-time favorite authors. But Dirty Streets was
godawful. For whatever reason Williams chose to write it in that
self-consciously hip and "self-aware" too-cool-for-school voice that
sophomore creative writing students favor, at least when they're 19 year
old boys who think they're going to set the literary world on fire and
then piss on its ashes. One of the first stories I ever rejected from Scareship
was written in that same painfully uninteresting voice. I don't author
worship, so I'm not subjecting myself to that trash for Williams' sake.
Instead,
I started on this book here after letting it sit in the pile for two
months. It's a short story anthology. I always say I need to read more
short fiction, and lately I've wanted to write more dark fantasy, so
finding this on the shelf was a stroke of fortune... or so I thought. As
it proved, the stories were rather subpar, ranging from godawful to
actually pretty good. Most of them closer to godawful, sadly.
Since this is my first short story collection of the year, I shook things up and snarked on each contribution as I read them.
"Wolverton
Station" by Joe Hill. This was a middling, unremarkable story told in
middling, unremarkable prose. Michael Swanwick went down similar tracks
in 1998 with his story "Midnight Express," albeit with significantly
more originality, style, and delicious perversion. Plus Swanwick didn't
drag in a soapbox and repeat stale gibes at American economic
imperialism and vulture capitalism. In fact, seriously just go check out
Swanwick's Tales of Old Earth right now, if you don't mind a hefty helping of male gaze in your literary SF.
"The
Passion of Mother Vajpai" by Jay Lake and Shannon Page. Scope this
opening line: "The scent of sandalwood cut through the hot, humid
Kalimpuri night like a knife through a disgraced courtesan's wrists."
Seriously? With an opening like that I assumed this would be a
tongue-in-cheek parody of some kind, but unless my satire sense is
failing, I'm afraid this was written in all seriousness by not one but
two published, paid, professional authors. No wonder I get so many
luridly overwritten submissions at Scareship, if this is the sort
of shit getting published these days. At one point someone's vagina is
referred to as a "sweetpocket." Oh lord. Prose issues aside, this was a
forgettable bit of Orientalist assassin guild fluff. I'm not sure what
makes it "dark" fantasy; fumbling attempts at sexuality and romance
aside, it would have fit right in with Sword & Sorcery magazine in the late '90s.
"Chivalrous"
by Kelley Armstrong. Another lycanthropy story? Really? Okay, so maybe
"Wolverton Station" was technically an anthropomorphic animal story, but
still. Booooring. This one's also doing the tired old forbidden romance
angle, so I'm doubly sick of it. The big "twist" was obvious not even
halfway through. I'm having serious thoughts of ditching this book
already, but damn it, I'm almost a third done with it now, I may as well
struggle on. Sunk cost fallacy and all that.
Snarking as I go is fun and keeping up my motivation.
"Smelling
Danger: A Black Company Story" by Glen Cook. Oh lord, a short story
with a subtitle. One type of submission I'm guaranteed to reject at Scareship
is the serial short, where the author writes a string of sequential
short stories about the same characters in the same universe and tries
to publish them separately instead of just writing a novel already. Some
people like serial shorts. Not me. This story, of course, is military
fantasy. I'd rather read supernatural romance than military SF. Military
SF is possibly the most derivative of SF subgenres, a collection of
monochromatic cliches where men's men gamble, whore, and fight, where
the prose is as graceful as hammers falling in mud, where the emotional
compass points only to anxiety, duty, hate, and lust. Don't get me
started on the nicknames. The narrator is named Croaker because he's the
doctor. Get it? Boy howdy, that's clever, that is.
Yawn.
"The
Dappled Thing" by William Browning Spencer. A standard-issue Ancient
Horror story with standard-issue steampunk stage dressing. But I don't
dislike steampunk entirely, not yet, so I found this one merely mediocre
instead of terrible.
"Not Last Night but the Night Before" by
Steven R. Boyett. Holy shit, this one's actually pretty good. This is
the first story in this collection that I would accept for my own
magazine without a second thought, and the first one I can actually
recommend you should read. It's nothing original, but it's the sort of
intimate, human-scale story that gets me every time, told with
delightfully bleak humor. Even if the second half of the book is as
terrible as the first half, this one story makes the entire read
worthwhile.
"Hydraguros" by Caitlín R. Kiernan. I think I've seen
the term "crustpunk" tossed around for stories like this: ambitious
young street toughs narrating in stupid "futuristic" slang and doing odd
jobs for drug-fueled criminal syndicates. That shit bores me. It
reminds me of sophomore creative writing students. This story crams that
together with tired old Invasion of the Body Snatchers cliches
and contrail conspiracies into a completely underwhelming amalgam. It
also ends abruptly, leaving half the story untold, but I'm not
complaining.
"The Parthenopean Scalpel" by Bruce Sterling. Wait, the
Bruce Sterling? What's he doing slumming with this crowd? Granted, I
haven't read any of his stories so far as I know, but he's won like
awards and shit. He's the first one of these clowns I've heard of. This
story was satisfyingly entertaining. I still like the Boyett story
better, but this one was pretty decent.
"A Pulp Called Joe" by David Prill. I found the magical-realism conceit here charming. Another pretty good one.
"Vampire
Lake" by Norman Partridge. The title made my heart sink as soon as I
turned the page. That and the fact that it's the longest damn story in
this collection. How are there that many words left to write
about vampires? But hey, at least it begins with this hardboiled pulp
Western thing going on. I can get down with that. Fantasy western is
kind of my bag -- that fact can override even the presence of vampires.
This story got a little wordy and dull in spots, but otherwise it was
surprisingly fine -- a lot of fun, even. They really backloaded this
collection, didn't they?
"A Room with a View" by K. J. Parker. The last half of Subterranean 2
has been worlds better than the first, but here we are at the last
story and I must admit, I'm about ready to be done with this book. This
one appears to be (or is trying to be) a wry tale of bureaucratic
wizardry. It was occasionally amusing in a wry way, I guess I'm just
disappointed that there wasn't a mindblowingly creative and original
story in this mix. I'm realizing there are only so many ways you can
introduce variety into a story about wizards, really. You play with the
setting, you play with the rules of magic, and of course you go the
"funny" route and make magic as humdrum and regulated as plumbing work.
Still, I liked this one too.
I was going to give this book an
abysmal score, but the string of solid stories in the last half
convinced me to bump it up at least a little bit. I can't recommend this
book, but not all the stories were bad, so take from that whatever you
like.
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