It's been a long time since I read any of Turtledove's work
and this one (along with a few others) has been sitting in my reading pile for
years. A reorganisation of the large pile into several neat stacks (thereby
allowing me to enjoy the illusion of progress) happened to bring this book to
the top of one stack, so I finally picked it up in the hope of enjoying some
light entertainment. I was not disappointed.
David Fisher works for the Californian branch of the
Environmental Perfection Agency in a very different world: one in which magic,
sorcery, demons, gods and other manifestations of the Other Side are thriving
on This Side, and deliver many of the services that technology does for us. For
instance, travel is by magic carpet, and telephones and the ethernet work by
using cloned imps transmitting information between themselves. Fisher's job
involves making sure that none of these manifestations cause trouble by getting
out of hand or reacting with each other.
His work is mostly routine until he is given the task of
checking out a local toxic spell dump – where the nasty residues of magic are
securely stored – to follow up reports of leakages from the dump affecting the
local population. What he discovers sparks off a major investigation that gradually
spreads to include native American gods, and threatens the very existence of
the Judeo-Christian Western Civilisation.
There is a lot of humour in the tale, mostly resulting from
the juxtaposition of the familiar with the strange, and it is liberally spiced
with puns of all kinds; for instance jinnetic engineering and virtuous reality.
The Department of Defense is based in the Pentagram, the CIA really does employ
spooks, a spellchecker is something entirely different and there's a
groan-inducing joke about the San Andreas Fault.
Although published in 1993, the book first struck me as
reading very much like a fantasy spoof from the 1960s, except for the sexual
activity between Fisher and his girlfriend that wouldn't have featured then.
Later in the story, as Fisher desperately tries to keep on top of his growing
list of things to do while being constantly diverted from the task he thinks is
most important, I was reminded of the humour of Connie Willis. This kind of
story won't be to everyone's taste, but I enjoyed it.
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I started Equations
of Life by Simon Morden, the first of a favourably reviewed series set in a
decidedly different, future London, but I didn't get very far, and gave up
after three attempts. The setting is dystopian, the principal character
unsympathetic, and the plot rather grim, none of which appeals to me. I have
too many other things to read…