Myspace giveaway and–first review!
Some exciting things this week on LRK-world, week four of the Fifteen Weeks of Bees. First, you’ve seen Mary Russell’s latest post over on her Myspace blog? We’ll post the same episode of her ongoing story on Mutterings tomorrow, however, the drawing we’re doing this week will go to someone who posts a comment on Russell’s blog itself, so you might think of taking a gander and making a remark.
And the great puzzle we did last week? Wait until you see the even fancier one we post next week!
But–bang the drums and blow the brasses!–the first review of The Language of Bees is out, and Booklist has given it a star! Although, if you’re allergic to spoilers, read no further, because as the reviewer admits, “It is almost impossible to talk about plot in this latest without revelation.”:
Intricate clockworks, wheels within wheels, a kaleidoscope of patterns that periodically locks into place to reveal a clear but ominous vision—so are the absorbing series of stories King has written about the young theology scholar and American feminist Mary Russell, who is married to the great detective Sherlock Holmes. It is almost impossible to talk about plot in this latest without revelation. Holmes and Russell return to England in August 1924, after traveling around the world, to find that Holmes’ bees are inexplicably dying and that Holmes had a son by Irene Adler. Damian, the son, suffered as a soldier in the Great War, is a famed surrealist artist, and has a wife and child, both of whom disappear, prompting Holmes to take a case with the most personal of connections. Along the way, we are treated to a great deal about ancient sites in England; a major supporting role from Holmes’ brother, Mycroft; information on an occult set of beliefs possibly related to Aleister Crowley; a terrifying set piece on the horrors of early air travel; and discourse on the queasy pleasures of surrealist art—all in Mary Russell’s wry, brilliant, and occasionally utterly deluded voice. We also see both Sherlock and Mycroft reveal human depths to themselves and to us. Although the novel does have an end, nothing is resolved: “To be continued,” King tells us, in the most frustrating of finales. Readers will want the rest right now, and even without a satisfying ending, they will realize that this is one of the best of a uniformly superlative series.
Thanks, Booklist, for getting us off to a great start.