Monday, April 12, 2010
I wonder if it ever crosses Nero Wolfe's mind...
Sunday, December 07, 2008
A Flux of Form
If you aren't a Nero Wolfe fan, stop reading now. The rest of this post will bore you.
To continue...
Last Monday morning, as I sat waiting to be admitted to my local hospital, I started reading Dave Duncan's The Alchemist's Code. On Friday, five days later, I finished it.
For me, this is speed reading. Of course, being in the hospital and then home-bound gave me a lot of time to read, but on the other hand I'm a notoriously slow reader, and in this case I went even slower because after I got home I spent a lot of time checking maps as I read (if you don't understand, you will in a minute). So for me to read this book in five days was the equivalent of anyone else "not being able to put it down."
Obviously, I thought this was a pretty terrific book. And I had previously read the other book in the series, The Alchemist's Apprentice, and I loved that, too, though I don't think it was as nail-biting as this one.
So, you ask, do I recommend that you run out and read Duncan's Apprentice books?
Well... maybe. Or maybe not.
The question is this: Are you a big Nero Wolfe fan? If not, you might not care for these stories. They're mysteries, but set in Venice, Italy, in the late 1500's. And honestly, they aren't especially good mysteries. But they have one big thing going for them: Their detective heroes:
Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin.
Yes, Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin. Of course, they don't have the same names. They are the Maestro Filippo Nostradamus, clairvoyant, astrologer, alchemist, and genius extraordinaire; and his apprentice, Luca Alfeo Zeno (who goes by "Alfeo"), swordsman, man of action, and, um, ladies man.
What? I hear your exclaim. Nero Wolfe isn't an astrologer or alchemist!
No, he isn't. What's more, there are other differences in the details between the great men: Nostradamus dislikes eating, while Wolfe is a gourmand. And while neither likes to leave his comfortably appointed home in the heart of a magnificent and vibrant city, Nostradamus dislikes motion because he is terribly handicapped, while Wolfe's handicap is mental.
But these differences aren't jarring. On the contrary, they make perfect sense. Because the spirit of Nero Wolfe dropped into Sixteenth Century Venice wouldn't be the same as Nero Wolfe in Twentieth Century Manhattan. Instead, as you read these stories, you will know, beyond any doubt, that the spirit of Nero Wolfe poured into Sixteenth Century Venice would be, well, this Filippo Nostradamus. (Not the famous Nostradamus, by the way, but his nephew.)
I call your attention to the words of Alfred North Whitehead, quoted above. He's talking about whether, when one writer uses the characters of another, the new writer can preserve both the life (i.e., the personality, the essence) and the form (the physical apparition and environment) of the original writer's character, and concludes that he cannot: When the new writer preserves the form, the life ebbs, and this is what happens when others write Nero Wolfe pastiches. They preserve the form -- Wolfe, Archie, Fritz, the orchids, the brownstone -- but the characters have no life.
Duncan does not make this mistake: If Whitehead's words, he "preserve(s) the life in a flux of form." Although Nostradamus and Alfeo are in many superficial ways different from Wolfe and Archie, if you know Wolfe and Archie you recognize their "life" instantly. Nostradamus: Commanding, a consummate actor and performance artist, but can be petty and even petulant when he is upstaged, and thoroughly dependent on his man of action, his Alfeo. Alfeo: Competent, resourceful, handsome, the eyes and ears and hands of his master, performer of seemingly impossible assignments, and a wit who can be both sarcastic and wry.
It's more than just the personalities: It's many small interactions between the two, or gestures on the part of one of the other, where you suddenly say, "Yes, that's Wolfe (or Archie, or both of them)!", and the two pairs of spirits spark over the centuries and the continents. If you know Wolfe and Archie, you're always seeing them peek out from behind the faces of Nostradamus and Alfeo. And the stories contain other sly references that Wolfe fans will recognize as well, as when a Venetian official asks Alfeo (as Wolfe often does Archie or Saul), "How long would it take to get from [this address] to [that address]," and Alfeo, the man who knows his town, answers, "If he could quickly flag a gondola, ten minutes. Walking, ten to twenty."
There are no equivalents to the 'teers in the Alchemist stories, and the roles of Stebbins, Cramer, and New York's finest are murkier in the extraordinarily convoluted Venetian governmental system. Nostradamus does posses, however, a gourmet cook, and there's a love interest for Alfeo: A wealthy and independent woman named Violetta ("little violet" -- do we know any other love interests of dashing detectives who are named for flowers?). I am happy to say, though, the Violetta is much, much more deeply developed and much more central to these stories than the underused Lily was in Archie's stories. (Violetta's relationship with Alfeo is also somewhat more explicit that Lily's with Archie, so be forewarned.)
Speaking of the convoluted Venetian government (I was), that brings up the other wonderful thing about these stories:
Venice.
Venice is, in my opinion, the most wondrous city on Earth, and Duncan does a wonderful job of immersing you not only in the physical city, but in the complex politics and social relationships of the times. (And yes, it was my tourist maps of Venice that I was constantly referring to as I was reading.)
If you love Wolfe and Archie, I think you will enjoy these stories. If you happen to love Venice as well, you just might adore these stories.
Oh, I should mention that these stories are set in a slightly alternative/fantasy universe, where "magic" works, and demons are real, and clairvoyance and Tarot and astrology can work, but these don't play a central role in the stories, and if you can shift your perspective on reality just a little then perhaps you won't mind. I didn't.
To continue...
You may preserve the life in a flux of form, or preserve the form amid an ebb of life. But you cannot permanently enclose the same life in the same mould.
- Alfred North Whitehead
Last Monday morning, as I sat waiting to be admitted to my local hospital, I started reading Dave Duncan's The Alchemist's Code. On Friday, five days later, I finished it.
For me, this is speed reading. Of course, being in the hospital and then home-bound gave me a lot of time to read, but on the other hand I'm a notoriously slow reader, and in this case I went even slower because after I got home I spent a lot of time checking maps as I read (if you don't understand, you will in a minute). So for me to read this book in five days was the equivalent of anyone else "not being able to put it down."
Obviously, I thought this was a pretty terrific book. And I had previously read the other book in the series, The Alchemist's Apprentice, and I loved that, too, though I don't think it was as nail-biting as this one.
So, you ask, do I recommend that you run out and read Duncan's Apprentice books?
Well... maybe. Or maybe not.
The question is this: Are you a big Nero Wolfe fan? If not, you might not care for these stories. They're mysteries, but set in Venice, Italy, in the late 1500's. And honestly, they aren't especially good mysteries. But they have one big thing going for them: Their detective heroes:
Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin.
Yes, Nero Wolfe and Archie Goodwin. Of course, they don't have the same names. They are the Maestro Filippo Nostradamus, clairvoyant, astrologer, alchemist, and genius extraordinaire; and his apprentice, Luca Alfeo Zeno (who goes by "Alfeo"), swordsman, man of action, and, um, ladies man.
What? I hear your exclaim. Nero Wolfe isn't an astrologer or alchemist!
No, he isn't. What's more, there are other differences in the details between the great men: Nostradamus dislikes eating, while Wolfe is a gourmand. And while neither likes to leave his comfortably appointed home in the heart of a magnificent and vibrant city, Nostradamus dislikes motion because he is terribly handicapped, while Wolfe's handicap is mental.
But these differences aren't jarring. On the contrary, they make perfect sense. Because the spirit of Nero Wolfe dropped into Sixteenth Century Venice wouldn't be the same as Nero Wolfe in Twentieth Century Manhattan. Instead, as you read these stories, you will know, beyond any doubt, that the spirit of Nero Wolfe poured into Sixteenth Century Venice would be, well, this Filippo Nostradamus. (Not the famous Nostradamus, by the way, but his nephew.)
I call your attention to the words of Alfred North Whitehead, quoted above. He's talking about whether, when one writer uses the characters of another, the new writer can preserve both the life (i.e., the personality, the essence) and the form (the physical apparition and environment) of the original writer's character, and concludes that he cannot: When the new writer preserves the form, the life ebbs, and this is what happens when others write Nero Wolfe pastiches. They preserve the form -- Wolfe, Archie, Fritz, the orchids, the brownstone -- but the characters have no life.
Duncan does not make this mistake: If Whitehead's words, he "preserve(s) the life in a flux of form." Although Nostradamus and Alfeo are in many superficial ways different from Wolfe and Archie, if you know Wolfe and Archie you recognize their "life" instantly. Nostradamus: Commanding, a consummate actor and performance artist, but can be petty and even petulant when he is upstaged, and thoroughly dependent on his man of action, his Alfeo. Alfeo: Competent, resourceful, handsome, the eyes and ears and hands of his master, performer of seemingly impossible assignments, and a wit who can be both sarcastic and wry.
It's more than just the personalities: It's many small interactions between the two, or gestures on the part of one of the other, where you suddenly say, "Yes, that's Wolfe (or Archie, or both of them)!", and the two pairs of spirits spark over the centuries and the continents. If you know Wolfe and Archie, you're always seeing them peek out from behind the faces of Nostradamus and Alfeo. And the stories contain other sly references that Wolfe fans will recognize as well, as when a Venetian official asks Alfeo (as Wolfe often does Archie or Saul), "How long would it take to get from [this address] to [that address]," and Alfeo, the man who knows his town, answers, "If he could quickly flag a gondola, ten minutes. Walking, ten to twenty."
There are no equivalents to the 'teers in the Alchemist stories, and the roles of Stebbins, Cramer, and New York's finest are murkier in the extraordinarily convoluted Venetian governmental system. Nostradamus does posses, however, a gourmet cook, and there's a love interest for Alfeo: A wealthy and independent woman named Violetta ("little violet" -- do we know any other love interests of dashing detectives who are named for flowers?). I am happy to say, though, the Violetta is much, much more deeply developed and much more central to these stories than the underused Lily was in Archie's stories. (Violetta's relationship with Alfeo is also somewhat more explicit that Lily's with Archie, so be forewarned.)
Speaking of the convoluted Venetian government (I was), that brings up the other wonderful thing about these stories:
Venice.
Venice is, in my opinion, the most wondrous city on Earth, and Duncan does a wonderful job of immersing you not only in the physical city, but in the complex politics and social relationships of the times. (And yes, it was my tourist maps of Venice that I was constantly referring to as I was reading.)
If you love Wolfe and Archie, I think you will enjoy these stories. If you happen to love Venice as well, you just might adore these stories.
Oh, I should mention that these stories are set in a slightly alternative/fantasy universe, where "magic" works, and demons are real, and clairvoyance and Tarot and astrology can work, but these don't play a central role in the stories, and if you can shift your perspective on reality just a little then perhaps you won't mind. I didn't.
Labels: Nero Wolfe, Travel
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Underdogishere's Third Annual Welcome to Hurricane Season
Here we are, once again celebrating the first day of Hurricane Season, and here on this blog we have an annual tradition: The Renaming of the Storms. It started two years ago when I explained how boring the official method of naming storms is, and proposed that each year we have, instead, a new set of names following a common theme. In 2006 I proposed the Season of Cheeses. The tradition continued last year with the Season of Greek Gods. I think it was a great success.
This year I humbly suggest a Season of Flowers. There's something appealing incongruous about naming terrible storms after beautiful, colorful, and delicate plants. Here ya go, the tropical storm names for the 2008 season:
Amaryllis, Buttercup, Columbine, Dahlia, Everlasting, Foxglove, Gladiolus, Hydrangea, Iris, Jessamine, Kennedia, Lilac, Milkweed, Nosegay, Oleander, Poinsettia, Quince, Sunflower, Tulip, Violet, Waxflower, Yew, ZephyranthI could not find any flower names starting with U or X, and, honestly, I wasn't thrilled with what I had to settle for for the letter K, but on the other hand I love Buttercup and Sunflower. Lilac is a tip to my deceased mother -- it was her favorite flower. And Nosegay played an important role in a Nero Wolfe mystery. Yikes!
I hope everyone has a happy and safe Hurricane Season this year!
P.S. And welcome to Tropical Storm Amaryllis (aka Arthur), ushering in the new season over the Yucatan Peninsular today.
Labels: Hurricanes, Nero Wolfe
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I'm back, and overheard
I finished my discussion over on the Nero Wolfe Mailing List. It went pretty well. Hopefully I can now devote some more time to this blog. I did have an overheard this morning. I was walking through the factory and I heard a female voice say, loudly, "Yay! I mean, Whoops!"
Labels: Nero Wolfe, Overheard
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Wolfextravaganza
I know I haven't been posting much lately, and now I'm here to tell the five of you that I'm probably going to have an even lower profile for the next three weeks. I'll be leading a discussion, on the Nero Wolfe email list, of Rex Stout's Wolfe mystery Might As Well Be Dead. Exciting stuff must be happening up in Vermont, don't you think? Evelyn walking? Snow melting? Hint, hint.
By the way, if you want to listen in on the discussion (maybe even participate?), you can join the Wolfe email list by sending a message with just the word "subscribe" (without the quotes) in the body to wolfe-list-request2@mirror.org. Note that some ISP's (including mine -- att.net) automatically block all mail coming from mirror.org, the mailing list host, so if you have a problem receiving messages, you might have to subscribe from a free account at Yahoo or such.
See ya!
P.S. The discussion doesn't actually start until next Monday, April 30th. I'm just preparing for it now.
Labels: Nero Wolfe
