The past
few days have been weird. I continuously feel like I am walking around with my
head half submerged in water. To be more exact, in water full of weird chemical
substances. Unable to do anything that needs the least bit of concentration, I
keep reading books. I finished some books that I have had in my possession for
years now. One was a very nice collection of three Sonja Blue novels by the
writer Nancy A. Collins, called ‘Midnight Blue’. All in all, a very good
trilogy. Nancy Collins has a complete map of her world in her mind, full of supernatural
beings, each with their special characteristics and kinks, living in a modern
day urban fantasy environment. The basic
character is Sonja, a beautiful and independent vampiress and vampire hunter.
Armed with a silver switchblade, hidden behind her mirror sunglasses, she brews
trouble everywhere she goes and leaves nothing but corpses and broken hearts in
her wake.
Nancy
Collins is very eloquent, with detailed descriptions that never become boring,
and also not shy about describing some controversial and sensitive themes like sex,
murder and exploitation, religious and otherwise. Sonja walks the ugliest, dirtiest,
seediest places downtown and the reader sees the world through her cynical,
supernaturally attuned eyes. It’s a grotesque yet fun ride. The end of the
third book is a bit too grandiose for my standards, but what the hell, why not.
It fits well. Anyone looking for something different than Twilight or True Blood
is welcome to try Mrs Collins.
I also
re-read a collection of short stories by Stephen King, called “Everything’s
Eventual”, that I got for free from bookmooch.com I am a fan of Mr King. He’s one of the easiest writers to read. He’s
funny, he’s scary, has a knack for coming up with the unthinkable or at least,
the improbable, and knows human nature well enough to be realistic without
being too cynical and sweet without being melodramatic. His short stories are collections
of fascinating odds and ends, of people who have just snapped or are facing the
most bizarre situations, sometimes due to their previous choices, sometimes
just because. He’s good enough to lull you and lure you in the story without
insulting your intelligence or making you stir once. By the time you know
what’s going on it’s too late already, you’ve found yourself in places you
never meant to go to begin with, and all you can do is enjoy the ride.
I have two
personal favourites. The one that gave its title to the collection, ‘Everything
is eventual’, is a story of a gifted young man that is recruited to use his
special gift “for the general good of all.” But what exactly could this mean
when the young man’s gift is the ability to kill from a distance? Wary
yet? Believe me, you should be. And what
about that other poor fellow, the one his wife left without an explanation? Not
something that unusual, I know. But on top of that our friend decided to quit
smoking too, and now he’s about to meet his ex and her lawyer in a
restaurant, fighting both his feelings for her and his nicotine addiction.
Whoops. Someone in the equation is far from stable, and they are all about to
find out, at the ‘Lunch at the Gotham Café’. Nice!
Both books
highly recommended.
