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My 100-word book review, Mars 7 2006
Another wonderfully imaginative novel in China Mieville's Bas-Lag series, Iron Council is more overtly political than its predecessors, with echoes of the Paris Commune and other revolutionary episodes in our own world. The author's powers of invention are once more in exuberant overdrive, producing scores of new fantastic and grotesque creatures and phenomena. Some readers may not resonate completely with Mieville's left-wing agenda, also the militia come across as very two-dimensional, little better than orcs. However, the standard of the writing is as excellent as it was in Perdido Street Station and The Scar, and I enjoyed Iron Council immensely.
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Great read! Thank you, Sep 15 2004
From the author of THE SCAR, we get a riveting hybrid novel. Part fiction, part fantasy, and part a little of everything else, I guarantee you'll be sucked right into this stellar read! VERY well crafted and paced, it's not like anything else you're likely to come across this year. Would also recommend another great book I just finished, though it's nothing like COUNCIL, and that is THE BARK OF THE DOGWOOD. Equally riveting, hilarious, and very deep.
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Unabashed Rave Review, Juil 31 2004
Oh my Goodness! I'm like Alistair Sims' Scrooge in A Christmas Carol, "I'm as light as a feather, As, as...giddy as a schoolboy", I might just try to stand on my head but I'm not quite sure that I've yet put down all four feet in this reality. In fact, I feel I'm more than myself, I am... fReemade. Your Pardon, you must excuse me as I blather on, for I've taken the Iron Council down in two healthy swigs; from 10 to 10 one night and then from about 9 to 2 the next day, and what a heady draught it was! Gluttony, I know, but then I've waited so long! Harlan Ellison has identified the importance of partaking in Strange Wine (intro to the collection), and, with apologies to the master, this is the most intensely visionary potable I've plumbed in many a long day. Such a triumphant return to New Crobuzon, and the world of Bas-long! Ah, New Crobuzon! In my dreams I walk along your banks, into your dens and through your cobbled arches. I quiver to the various diversions of your multitudes, Oh dark city archetype! There are wonders and delights aplenty to behold here, but! Have a care! Such as these are not for the faint of heart! Lord, China, when you decide to make a statement, you sure don't fool around! My only burning question is how many instants must we endure before the next myth appears? In the meantime, now let me see - what was it? What did it? What put it over the top? Was it the brilliant imagery festooned throughout the book? • The vivid spectacle of a Vodyanoi Shaman triumphantly atop his Undine dismembering a ship, • Or the Tardy, those crippled giant cactus gods of unbelievable power in full revenge mode, • Or the sight of a world shaking City-Tortoise on fire, its refugees streaming away from their homes under the withering spells of the Militia Thaumaturges of New Crobuzon, • Or Golems (I don't know if you've paid much attention to golems, I know I haven't, but China has thought them through, right from the very beginning of the novel, in merciless exquisite detail). Or is it the masterful storytelling, the joyful seamless weaving of disparate parts together into a payoff with one hell of a punch. You see... It's all there. It is such a joy to see a master craftsman flex his fingers and get down to it. The stylistic brilliance with which he makes the Western Novel his own; the sly use of its very tropes to engage, tease and seduce, the reader, leading them on, inevitably, to the mystery of the Iron Council itself, which is...uh...what, exactly. Well, I'm not sure if I can tell you, if I could, or if I should, he muttered. The purveyors of the Runagate Rampant know that there can be...ah, consequences to knowledge. However, it's definitely an idea, but it's also a concrete thing, maybe even a philosophy of existence. I know, I know, I'm not being terribly helpful, but it is difficult to describe with any accuracy, like the Torque itself. You can only experience it for yourself and draw your own conclusions. I feel as one with the confusion of the inhabitants of New Crobuzon, their obsessions, their motivations, their magnificent, and oh, so human delusions! That's definitely part of it, I mean the ambiguity and all, but then so are the spot-on characterizations (I will take to my grave the vision of hate-filled visage of the dying New Crobuzon Militia Thaumaturge "You F*****g cowards...we're the best...And now we know the way through", along with that of Khan (in Wrath of...), his face twisted with maniacal passion breathing "From Hells Heart I stab at thee, for Hates sake, I spit my last breath at thee"). Of the New Weird movement, China himself said in Locus: The Magazine of the Science Fiction & Fantasy Field that there is something going on here that demands to be described (December 2003). What he didn't say, perhaps with becoming modesty, was that he is just about the chief prophet. Like the seminal works of the New Wave, Cyberpunk, and Magic Realism, it's not a question of if this book will win an award, but of how many? The Nebula, for sure: There's no way that the SFWA (that's Science Fiction Writer's Association, for those not in the know) can ignore this man's effortless command of the form any longer, but could this be the gender-bender to sweep all the specialty fiction awards; the Hugo, The World Fantasy, The Horror Writer's, The Western Writer's and only the Lord knows what else? However far this novel goes, in all categories (Hmm, Brooker, even?) this award season, China has now set the bar high, high, high. For those of you who have not sampled the dark delights of New Crobuzon before, welcome, for those who have, welcome home. As for me, I think I'll take a quiet walk back around to Perdido Street Station, just to relax and see what's new.-Jono, 31/7/04
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