Synopsis from Amazon:
In 1815, in the aftermath of the Napoleonic Wars, two of England's
wealthiest lords place a high-stakes wager on whether a popular set of
books, which claim that the author has traveled to many unknown corners
of the globe, are truth or, more likely, wild fiction. First Light is
an epistolary novel, told primarily through the eyes of former
aide-de-camp Gregory Conan Watts, describing the journeys of the airship
Dame Fortuna and its crew through journals and letters to his beloved
fiancee. The first recruit is, necessarily, the airship's owner: war
hero, famed genius, and literal knight in steam-powered armor Sir James
Coltrane. Persuading him to lend his talents and refitted airship to the
venture requires bringing along his sister, his cousin, and the crew
that flew with him during the Napoleonic Wars. Only with their aid can
they track down a Scottish rifleman, a pair of shady carnies, and a
guide with a strong personal investment in the stories. When they set
out, the wild places of the world, including the far American West, the
Australian interior, darkest Africa, and other destinations are thought
to be hostile enough. No one expects the trip to involve a legendary
storm - or the Year Without a Summer of 1815-1816. The voyage is further
complicated by the human element. Some parties are not at all happy
with the post-war political map. Most problematic of all, the crew hired
by the other side of the wager seem willing to win by any means
necessary. Dawn of Steam: First Light follows these adventurers, as
they open up the world. In the process, their journey helps lay the
foundations for an age of enlightenment and technology to come.
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My Review:
It is a rare day when I can get thrills from historical fiction. Don't get me wrong, it's a perfectly legitimate genre--but when there isn't the "freedom" for action and colorful characters, or the writer seems compelled to make a schmaltzy love story out of it... Let me just say I would
only pick an historical fiction novel for two reasons:
1. It is an author I am already familiar with and I enjoy their style of writing;
2. I have read every other non-romantic fiction novel in the entire library.
That
being said, First Light defied my expectations for an historical
adventure fiction novel. The closest I can compare it to would probably
be the Allan Quatermain novels by H. Rider Haggard, which bored me so
much that I stopped reading halfway through—and I do not do that
lightly.
Maybe retrospection increases creativity and eases
idyllicizing the time period, which is why authors today are better able
to paint an exciting and glamorized picture of the early nineteenth
century than the authors who experienced the reality of the time period
firsthand—
But I digress.
Those
who are familiar with my blog know of a post I wrote a while ago called
"How to Book." In it, I delineated three major points that, if
followed, are nearly guaranteed to produce quality, worthwhile
literature. Of course, the post was more a rant against those books I
had recently read that did not follow these guidelines; I probably
didn't think I would find a book that actually scored on all three
points.
Then again, I had not yet read First Light.
The
unorthodox format is ripe for flatness and a blasé, static plot: a
series of letters and journal entries, most of them from the point of
view of only one character, with perhaps ten lines of dialogue in the
whole thing. How on earth could an author take something like that and
pass it off as something more than a long treatise on someone's opinion
with all the intrigue of a thesis paper?
This is where my three guidelines come into play.
My first point was that writers who want to produce excellent literature should think first, then write.
Yes,
I majored in English—but that was only because I am far more
comfortable on paper than I am at public speaking, which meant that
journalism or communications was not an option for me. I did consider at
one point about becoming a linguist because if there is one thing I
love most about English, it is the precise and deliberate use of
language. This is why I feel something like physically ill when reading
unfettered stream-of-consciousness like Gertrude Stein or Faulkner—the
rambling stringing together of words with no regards to syntax or
coherence is maddening. That is not to say that ALL
stream-of-consciousness is terrible; I have read some unorthodox styles
of writing that I regard as gorgeous because I can tell from the
feelings evoked by the precise phrasing that the author thought very
intentionally to write the words he or she did, in that order, to bring
just the right feelings or images.
This same
deliberation is what gives First Light its incredible, vibrant realism.
Within seconds of reading, I was transported two hundred years in the
past. I was Cordelia, receiving the next communication from my beloved
Gregory. I was Lord Donovan, understanding the progress made on the
mission upon which I had sent a man I trusted to give me an accurate
report. There was a lot of detail that went into the writing of this
novel—but as far as I can tell, there was not one term out of place. The
language was every bit what one might expect for a Victorian-era
journalist, within his scope of understanding. This is where Cook really
shines in his use of the "epistolary narrative" (yes, that's what it's
called!) because he ends up describing major events at least three
times, as a personal journal entry, as a report to Lord Donovan, and as a
letter to Cordelia, and the language is just slightly different (but
appropriately so!) each time, so one may gain a remarkably distinct
picture of the events described. Even in instances where certain events
happen "in the span of an instant"—something that is difficult to manage
in a traditional narrative—Cook manages to give the impression of
recollection on Gregory's part, while maintaining a sense of urgency and
speed in his pacing.
My second point was that
writers who want to produce lasting literature should not "neglect their
lines."
This would be the "down time" between action sequences, which
lets the reader first of all breathe, so that the book is not over in
one big rush, and second, we get to experience the characters as they
naturally are, according to their personalities, and not just what
they're like when someone's trying to kill them.
Again, Cook
shines. It would be very easy to just "pick and choose" the letters that
contain exciting bits—or it might also be a clever trap to start
rambling and meandering as some people do in the context of a personal
letter. But not here. In the down time, we are being entertained by the
colorful cast and becoming better acquainted, so that when danger does
strike, we are genuinely fearful for "our dear friends' well-being"—and
these are fictional characters, who exist only as text on a page, if you
want to get technical about it! But the characters are so much like
friends, that if you were to mention the name of a character, I would
instantly conjure an image in my mind. That's how real and wonderful
these characters were. A masterful use of "lines", indeed!
My third and final point was that good writing would feed the mind and enrich the life, not isolate or confuse.
Wow,
I now think I know more about the workings of various steampunk objects
than I ever have before—and also, I think I may have picked up a better
understanding of how the modern equipment works, as well! And yet I
never felt like I was reading a textbook. Gregory's descriptions in the
letters to his wife were simplified and more practical than technical,
very much geared toward a woman's logic; the descriptions in his reports
to Lord Donovan were more on the technical side, as would be expected
in man-to-man communication, but at the same time they were also direct,
so no wasted verbiage there, either. Anything like geography and
topography that would run the risk of being too much like a "dump" of
useless (to the reader) information was nearly deferred with the phrase
"I have included pictures", leaving it up to the reader's imagination
just what those pictures contained, without cluttering up the story by
concocting a painfully accurate description of every minute detail. Well
played, sir!
As I expressed in my first point,
I felt totally engaged by the characters and involved in this part of
their lives the whole time I was reading. It made me laugh; it made me
anxious; it blew my mind, and it made me ponder; it took my breath away,
and it warmed my heart. I am only too thrilled to give this book a full *****5 STAR***** rating, and add that I could recommend this book
to history buffs and steampunk/adventure lovers alike! If you're tired
of the everlasting vampires and endless government conspiracies and
yearn for the good old days of the traditional adventure novel from the
early days of Manifest Destiny—Dawn of Steam: First Light is definitely for you!
Further Reading: (Epistolary/Also By The Author/Steampunk/Alt History)
Dawn of Steam Trilogy--Jeffrey Cook
-First Light (this book)
-Gods of The Sun
-Rising Suns
Punk Anthologies--Writerpunk Press Group
-Sound & Fury: Shakespeare Goes Punk, Vol. 1
-Shakespeare Goes Punk, Vol. 2: Once More Unto The Breach
-What We've Unlearned: Classic Literature Goes Punk
The Red Dog Conspiracy--Patricia Loofbourrow
-The Alcatraz Coup
-Jacq of Spades
-Queen of Diamonds
The Fair Folk Chronicles--Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins
-Foul is Fair
-Street Fair
-A Fair Fight
-All's Fair
-Sky Knight--Sandra Harvey
-AmsterDamned--Nils Visser
Further Reading: (Epistolary/Also By The Author/Steampunk/Alt History)
Dawn of Steam Trilogy--Jeffrey Cook
-First Light (this book)
-Gods of The Sun
-Rising Suns
Punk Anthologies--Writerpunk Press Group
-Sound & Fury: Shakespeare Goes Punk, Vol. 1
-Shakespeare Goes Punk, Vol. 2: Once More Unto The Breach
-What We've Unlearned: Classic Literature Goes Punk
The Red Dog Conspiracy--Patricia Loofbourrow
-The Alcatraz Coup
-Jacq of Spades
-Queen of Diamonds
The Fair Folk Chronicles--Jeffrey Cook and Katherine Perkins
-Foul is Fair
-Street Fair
-A Fair Fight
-All's Fair
-Sky Knight--Sandra Harvey
-AmsterDamned--Nils Visser
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