Pretty good fantasy novel except for come crude language and adult situations. Sort of a cross between Terry Pratchett and maybe Brandon Sanderson? Mostly a fun read. ( )

This has got to be one of the most original worlds I've read about in a long time. It took me quite a while to get used to--maybe as much as a quarter of the book--but it was well worth it in the end. What started out looking like a typical medieval-ish fantasy actually has a lot of very modern elements: refrigerators, subways, and motorcycles, to name a few.

But it's also a great melting pot of fantasy creatures and elements from all over the world. There's a definite favoring of the Fertile Crescent mythology--this is Babel, after all--but there are also creatures from Chinese, Aztec, Norse, Greek, and Russian stories, among others. There was a great phrase..."the thousand races," I think.

And of course they all come together at Babel, a massive city carved out of and built on top of Mount Ararat (bless Swanwick for not ignoring the location--I was dying to know!). I recognized city sectors and streets from New York, London, Boston, and Rome, and the mesh was wonderful and creative.

I picked this book up entirely because of the short story I'm working on, which was inspired by dragons (and Battlestar Glactica). The dragons in the story have far too small a role--I could read a whole book about them.

On that note, I kept reading this book almost entirely for the world building. I couldn't really connect with the character, though I was certainly interested in a lot of the people he met. I don't know, he just seemed so detached from his own story, like nothing that happened before really influenced how he behaved later, even though the whole point of the book is dependent on a decision he makes based on his experiences. I also had a tough time figuring out and keeping track of his age. Always throws me when I don't know about how old a character is. I would far rather have read this book from the perspective of the last character introduced in the book than from Will's.

Alas, there was the usual dose of fantasy sexism. Main character sees love interest, falls in love with her immediately, pursues her and persuades her to love him despite the fact that doing so will risk her life. I'm not saying the women characters weren't pretty cool--they definitely were--I'm just sick of these stupid love-at-first-sight, being-a-pest-gets-you-the-girl story lines. They teach readers lessons that are potentially very dangerous.

Finally, as much as the plot didn't drive forward, I did have most of it figured out as I went a long. Almost every twist was predictable, at least to me (someone who has read a LOT of books).

So yeah, really cool book but the characters and the plot let me down.

Quote Roundup

p58:
--"All right, the male elders can leave now. We'll handle this as a lady-moot"
--"Be ye sure? Ye haven't the right of coercion without us."
--"He cried. So we'll do this by persuasion."
Yep. Because even in fantasy, only women handle emotion. Ugh.

p69: Will's taken in by a bunch of centaurs.
--"I . . . I have to take a leak."
--"Piss away," she said carelessly. "You don't need my permission." And then, when he started into the woods, "Hey! Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
--Again Will flushed, remembering how casually his companions had voided themselves during the night, dropping turds behind them even as they conversed. "My kind needs privacy," he said, and plunged into the bush.
--Behind him, he heard Cammpaspe say, "Well, la-de-da!"
I just loved this little detail. It's not something that ever gets mentioned in fantasy, but I'm sure it's one of those things we all wonder at some point. (C'mon, if you've read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, you must've wondered how Firenze does his business.)

p84:
--"Someday the ancient war between the Ocean and the Land will be over, and the Moon will return to her mother's womb."
A great touch of detail hinting at a larger mythology.

--"Memento mori. It means 'remember to die.' It's on your list of things to do and if you haven't done it yet, you haven't led a full life."
An interesting take on this phrase that I've never heard before.

p111:
--"There's an old saying: Teach a man to fish, and he'll only eat when the fish are biting. Teach him a good scam, and the suckers will always bite."

p169:
--"It is easy to believe. It is hard, impossibly hard, to know."

p256:
--"Don't let's start passing judgement on an affair until we know how it comes out, eh? It ain't romantic till it's over."
[Side note: "Till" was used consistently throughout the text for "until." The former is rarely used in US English, so it threw me for a loop every time I saw it.]

p287:
--"A democracy is a bovine thing that wants nothing more than to be left alone to endlessly chew its cud and fertilize the fields. It has no taste for blood. Only in extremis, and at the urging of the elite, will it rise to greatness, and when the crisis is over it inevitably sinks back down into the muck of inaction and petty corruption." ( )

Well, I tried to read it. I just didn't connect with the writing style at all in the first 60 pages, so I'm not going to finish because I have approximately eleventybillion and twelve other books on my to read list. Give or take. Still, I will rec it for teens who are into steampunky sorts of things.

This sequel to [b:The Iron Dragon's Daughter|25781|The Iron Dragon's Daughter|Michael Swanwick|https://d.gr-assets.com/books/1288125591s/25781.jpg|522367] shares practically every wonderfully skewed fantasy AND SF tradition from the first book, but don't expect anything quite like the same story. We've still got demon cyborgs who are airships wanting to see the world burn while ostensibly under control of the war effort, mythical half-mortals who are absolutely in the minority in this Elf-rich land and highly coveted for their ability to withstand the iron, and so many richly thought-out stage pieces that make these novels truly delightful and subversive at the same time.

They're not your standard fantasy, even while so many of the tropes exist in outline, or perhaps in inverted colors.

The same thing is true even for the main plot of this book, where we have the poor orphan in his quest to become king. Sound familiar? Well, not the way this is told, because Will is a Dragon's dupe, an ignorant exile, a burgeoning and later quite skilled con-man, hero to the people, star-crossed lover of a princess, and the executor of the biggest heist in history.

The crown.

And the twist was so worth it. Every step of the way, this novel was an inverted mirror to so much classic SF and classic fantasy, full of rich ideas from every corner of both fields, and written with such style and competence and rich, rich myth, that I can do nothing but bow to a master storyteller.

I've read a good number of Swanwick's novels, now, and a collection of short stories, and I can honestly say that there isn't a bad or an even mediocre one in the bunch. They're all fantastic and my trust is now boundless. :) ( )

This 2008 novel is set in the world of Swanwick's 1993 The Iron Dragon's Daughter, though it's not a direct sequel. That earlier book envisioned a world of faerie wherein sentient dragons are not born, but constructed of cold iron in giant, Dickensian factories. Dragons are merciless, jet-propelled weapons of war, equipped with missiles and firebombs to use against the chosen enemies of the ruling, high-elven lords. Some reviewers thought Daughter pointed out a new direction in fantasy, but the future belonged more to George R. R. Martin. I decided to read Babel now because The Iron Dragon's Mother will be published in June.

Protagonist Will's life is upended by the arrival of a dragon in his rural village; he becomes its unwilling servant. Calamity follows disruption, Will becomes homeless, and a migrant to the capital city, Babel. Starting as a member of a criminal gang in the city's dark sewers, he rises through the brutal society of faerie and the vast, vertical tower itself, all the while raging against the rulers who destroyed his home and killed his family. As Will finds revenge within reach, he must ask whether he wants it.

Swanwick is hugely inventive in imagining the varied sorts of paranormal beings and places in his world. Allusions abound to other stories of the fantastic - e.g., that Will's home district is called the Debatable Hills is a nod to Jack Vance. Digressions include a brief police procedural, and a fantasia on what story one of the Public Library's stone lions might tell.

The Dragons of Babel is less dark than its predecessor. It didn't change the direction of modern fantasy either, but it's an excellent book. Swanwick is an amazing writer, and I clearly have no excuse for having so many of his books lying unread around the house. ( )