Showing posts with label neopulp. Show all posts
Showing posts with label neopulp. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 17

The Scarlet Jaguar (An Original Pat Wildman Adventure, 2013)

By Win Scott Eckert (Kindle ebook ed. 2014)

I grabbed this book last year right after reading The Evil in Pemberley House [LINK], but only just, on a whim, set out to read it.  I don’t have a whole lot to say about it.  With the permission of the Philip Jose Farmer estate (who share the copyright), Eckert takes the baton to continue the adventures of “Doc Savage’s” daughter on her own in the 1970s.  He does so very ably, even more than the first volume managing to reproduce the feel of “Kenneth Robeson’s” (Lester Dent’s) 1930s pulp prose.  A continuing mystery, referred to but undeveloped in this novel, is what exactly became of the Man of Bronze and his wife themselves – doubtless being saved as a subplot running through future adventures. 

The plot is pretty standard Doc Savage fare – a deafening howl accompanies the transmutation of persons and objects into crimson glass which then shatters to pour forth scarlet smoke in the form of a yowling jaguar, striking first individuals to inspire terror which paves the way for an extortionate threat to the global economy.  Pat and a small (but obviously to grow) band of companions are drawn into the crisis, first through her new England-based Empire State Investigations and then on behalf of Her Majesty’s Secret Service.  I’ll say no more than that, other than that since this is part of the Wold Newton universe connections with the wider pulp, Victorian, and pop-culture world of literature abound – it’s well worth reading for yourself.  And I have quite a bit less hesitation in recommending this novel than its predecessor [q.v.] which bore much heavier the stamp of PJF with regard to sexual perversion, which is only really hinted at in these pages.  Personally, I’m thankful for that – it’s one reason I delayed so long in actually reading this novel.  I doubt I’ll let the next installment, whenever it appears, lie unread for so long.  All in all, this was a quick, light read, much like the 1930s pulps themselves.  And sometimes that’s just what the old boy needs.

Cheers!, and Thanks for reading!


Friday, September 26

The Evil in Pemberley House (An Original Pat Wildman Adventure, 2009/2014)

By Philip José Farmer and Win Scott Eckert

This is a book I knew going in I would have mixed feelings about coming out.  They are pretty much the same mixed feelings I have about Philip José Farmer as an author.  And this review is mostly going to be about that, as well as the larger context in which this novel resides.

On the one hand, Farmer is indisputably one of the grand masters of 20th-century science fiction, with a special place in my heart for his creation of the “Wold Newton Universe” in which this novel resides – the context I mentioned.  In case you don’t know, the Wold Newton Universe is a literary construct by Farmer which ties together most of the big names in literature, especially those in the genre of fantastic and heroic adventure fiction, via intricate webs of relationship that ultimately go back to a documented historical event, the fall of a meteor near the northern English village of Wold Newton in the 1790s [LINK] – according to Farmer, in close proximity to a number of members of the English upper class who happened to be riding by in a carriage at just that moment and who were affected by ionizing radiation from the meteor which caused a series of beneficial mutations among their descendants, literally creating an extended family of geniuses and supermen.  These include the “historical prototypes” of such literary characters as Sherlock Holmes, Tarzan, and Doc Savage – as well as Professor Moriarty and Captain Nemo (who may or may not be the same person) – and many, many more, both heroes and villains.  Farmer’s thesis first found expression, I believe, in two extended essays and genealogical charts appended to his faux biographies Tarzan Alive: A Definitive Biography of Lord Greystoke (1972) and Doc Savage:  His Apocalyptic Life (1973).  At least that’s where I first encountered it.  Those two essays are truly tours des forces of literary-historical synthetic rationalization and are well worth reading on their own.  Both have been reprinted in newly edited, by Win Scott Eckert, expanded editions within the past few years (2006 and 2013).  I devoured the paperback volume on Tarzan when I couldn’t have been more than ten or eleven (and for a brief time, bought the thesis – hook, line, and sinker!), and the Doc Savage book within just a few years afterward (age thirteen?), and would not hesitate to hand either of them over to any young reader interested in those specific characters and a fantastic introduction to a world of great literature and a lifetime of great reading.

Monday, February 24

Captain Midnight, Volume 1: On the Run (Dark Horse, 2014)

Collects story from Dark Horse's Free Comic Book Day 2013 offering and Captain Midnight #0 and 1-3 (2013)

I've been aware of the name “Captain Midnight” all my life. It confused me somewhat when I was a kid, but already familiar with the DC Comics Golden Age character “Doctor Midnite” from the annual Justice League/Justice Society cross-overs as well as reprints featuring the “Earth Two” heroes, that my father would occasionally make reference to “Captaaaaaiiiinnn Midniiiiiight!!!” All I knew then was that he was an old radio serial character from Daddy's youth, and until just the last few years that remained all I knew.

In my rediscovery and exploration of the wondrous world of pulps a few years ago, I found that many of those old closely-related radio serials are now available free on the Internet in various places, including iTunes. The Internet is a wonderful thing!! At the time, I was doing a lot of driving, and over the course of a few months I listened to a fair number of old shows, including Captain Midnight. I also came upon a copy of Moonstone's Captain Midnight Chronicles at a book store, a collection of modern prose short stories by various comic-book and neopulp authors, which I greatly enjoyed while observing that there are significant differences between the classic audio and modern prose stories – the latter are, I believe, more in line with Fawcett's Golden Age Captain Midnight comic-book adventures (of which I've only read a couple, although they are available for free from the Digital Comic Museum [link]); I presume the same to be true of this new series from Dark Horse Comics.

Wednesday, March 20

The Lazarus Paradigm (2013)

By Mark E. Eidemiller (The Irons Alliance, Book 2) (available through Amazon)

There is something serendipitous in the fact that I finished reading this book a few days ago, just in time for this past Sunday's Mass Readings – and hence our Monday Night Scripture Study Group a few nights ago – to include the story of the Woman Caught in Adultery from the Gospel of St. John, 8:1-11. I was thus able to use a situation posited herein as a launching point for discussion in our group.

But before bringing up our thoughts regarding the interpretation of that passage proposed by the characters here, which I assume represents Eidemiller's position, regarding the implications of the words that Jesus speaks to the woman, let me provide an overall review and comments.

It's quickly apparent that this sequel to As Iron Sharpens Iron forges a connection between the world of Eidemiller's fan-fiction “Christian Adventures of Doc Savage” series, formally The Bronze Saga, and the separate universe that is the setting for the Irons Alliance tales. Indeed, this story launches directly out of the sixth Bronze Saga novel, Bronze New World, with a minor character introduced there becoming the central character of this book which tells the back story of the mentor character bringing together the members of the Irons Alliance. Of course, that means that this tale is ultimately tied into the old television series, The Time Tunnel, as was Bronze New World. That character (appropriately named Tempor) travels through time back to the early 20th century and proceeds by his presence and nudges to events as they unfold through the years to explain the divergences from our own “real world's” history that were so apparent in As Iron Sharpens Iron.

Saturday, February 2

The Golden Age (2012)

By Jeff Deischer

It's rather difficult for me to write this review. On the one hand, I really liked this book and definitely want to see more stories set in what Deischer calls “The Auric Universe.” On the other hand, were I not predisposed to like the idea of telling stories of a “Golden Age” universe of comic book super-heroes in the form of a neopulp prose novel, I would have to dwell on some significant problems of style, editing, and packaging that detract from the overall product. Ultimately, however, he does tell a lively story that leaves me wanting more –and leaves me with a new interest in yet another hitherto largely unknown, to me at least, stable of amazing characters who sprang up literally by the hundreds in the wake of the sensation caused by the unexpected success of Superman in 1938. (A nice touch is that it's a Superman comic book that inspires Deischer's first super-powered hero to take a costumed identity.) It's back off to the Digital Comic Museum's vast storehouse of Golden Age scans for me, and another spate of downloads! So I'm generally going to focus on the positives.

Auric” is Deischer's name for his World War II-era world of super-heroes and -villains which caroms somewhat obliquely off of the characters originally published during that Golden Age of comics by what he generally refers to as “SBN,” a publisher that went through a succession of imprints and names. At times, they were “Standard” comics; at others, they were “Better.” Ultimately, late in the game, they went by the surname of the publisher, Ned Pines, as “Pines.” His wife's name was Dora, and for a long time comics were published under an imprint combining their names as “Nedor.” Add to that the pulp magazine imprint “Thrilling,” and the fact that some characters and titles bounced from one imprint to another and even were published in both genres, sometimes under the same name, sometimes not, and you've got one big confusing mess. The convoluted history is, I think, one reason that these characters have mostly passed into obscurity, with even their legal status somewhat mysterious. It is commonly accepted that they are now in the public domain, and as is sometimes pointed out (such as on certain character pages on the Public Domain Super Heroes wiki), even if someone today actually holds a firm copyright on one or the other, it doubtless does not include all, and the status is so murky that it's very unlikely that anyone will press their ownership. Frankly, most of these characters are so obscure that the effort would not be seen as being worth it.

Wednesday, January 9

Bye Bye, Baby (The Memoirs of Nathan Heller, #14, 2011)

By Max Allan Collins

I discovered these novels about a decade ago, when I went through an earlier phase of reading “hard crime,” noir, “neopulp” (although I'd not encountered the term), mystery-type fiction. They may even be what drew me into that genre for the next couple of years, I'm not sure at this remove. I was familiar with the name of Max Allan Collins from his stint writing the Batman comic back during the '80s, as well as the fairly recent notoriety of the graphic-novel-become- Academy Award-nominated-film Road to Perdition, and luckily happened to stumble upon the first of his Nathan Heller books newly republished, with the subsequent two in the opening “trilogy” following hot on its heels – True Detective, True Crime, and The Million-Dollar Wound. Those three novels could almost be considered one long story in that they tell a sequential narrative establishing the fundamentals of Nate Heller's “homeworld” of 1930s-1940s Chicago, interweaving his story with a multitude of historical personalities and events.  I've sometimes seen them referred to as “The Frank Nitti Trilogy” in that Heller's relationship with Al Capone's … associate … provides something of an overall unifying arc. I ate them up, and 'round about the summer of 2003 (I think) I felt I grew to know Chicago (which I've never visited except for passing through the train station at the tender age of five or so, as well as flying into O'Hare on my way to a conference in Michigan about a decade and a half ago) like the back of my hand. The themes, style, and setting probably helped set me up for the Dresden Files a few years later, which are told in a similar first-person crime-noir style, largely in the same setting albeit in the present.

Friday, June 8

Dynamite Comics – July 2012

It occurs to me that since Dynamite does not date its publications like DC does (I was going to write “and Marvel,” but I'm frankly not so sure about that anymore, so seldom do I buy a Marvel comic), my blog header is a bit of a misnomer. Properly it should be “released in May 2012,” but since they come to me at the end of the month along with the DC comics dated July, I'm going with it.

This month has a bit of a mixed bag.

Lord of the Jungle #4
4: The Village of Torture” [ previous issue ]

Continuing with what looks to be a five-issue adaptation of Tarzan of the Apes, we open with a scene not in the novel. Lt. D'Arnot on the French cruiser Jeanne d'Arc find the hulk of the Arrow adrift, with its crew apparently reduced to cannibalism. At least that's how I took it. Either that or some bloodthirsty creature had its way with them. Nothing more is done with that – I don't think that when the French sailors reappear a few pages later, having found the Porters' party stranded, much more is said of the Arrow than that they found it and “it was not a happy sight.” I'll say. It's pretty grisly, with bodies in various states of decomposition and dismemberment, including one laid out across the mess-board with its guts hanging out. And a dinner knife sticking out of its knee. I swear one of the crewmen cowering in the background looks alive – hunched in crazed shock, but alive.

Anyway, soon thereafter D'Arnot and company find Esmeralda and the others. Esmeralda can communicate with them, being Haitian … she says. But she pauses as she says it, as if she was making that story up. Maybe she was, because I don't remember the book's character being anything but a black nanny stereotype, which this character is very definitely not. Meanwhile, Tarzan and Jane are having an idyllic time in a shelter he erected for her. He's acting goofy (“Oo. Oo,” he says as he holds fruits before his eyes like bug-eyes), but also communicating with her by writing in the dust of the ground, “I AM WHITE SKIN OF THE APES.” She perceives that he “think[s] the letters for 'White Skin' make the sounds for 'Tarzan' ….” Uh, Jane, didn't Esmeralda say as much last ish? – Why so surprised? She ends up proclaiming her love for him, I guess it's easy to do when the guy can't understand you. “I couldn't say this if you did.” She's torn between staying with him and returning to her father, whom she knows will be worried.

Headed into the jungle to find the missing girl and her companions who had previously set out to rescue her, D'Arnot and company find Cecil Clayton and Prof. Porter just in time for them all to be attacked by the man-apes from the first issue, who drag D'Arnot off as the others manage to fight their way back to the Clayton cabin where Tarzan has deposited Jane before heading off to investigate the gunfire. Here Cecil's jealous calumnies from the novel when he learns of Jane's time spent in the ape-man's company comes out as full-blown dickery. The issue ends with D'Arnot in the man-apes' village, being prepared as the main course.

Of course, the man-apes continue to be Nelson's way of being more politically correct and not portraying the black Africans as cannibalistic savages as they are in the original novel. While I don't think much changed in the way the story was told in this issue, I found myself enjoying it less than I did the previous issues. Not sure exactly why. It's still good enough. But there's no way it supplants the old 1970s DC adaptation by Joe Kubert as “my” comics version of the story.


Warlord of Mars: Dejah Thoris #12

The Boora witch in the Toonolian marshes has captured Dejah Thoris and wants her body for herself. She casts some spell that will bring that about gradually: “By day, my consciousness will reside within yours in secret. By night, I shall emerge. My thoughts will be your thoughts – my heart will be your heart. … After your body adjusts to my presence, I will live in you completely and you will live no more.” Of course, Dejah Thoris is acting pretty peculiarly even during the day by the time they return to Helium, their quest for minerals vital to the city-state being so wildly successful as to raise Kantos Kan's suspicions. By night? – first she almost succeeds in kidnapping a child but has to settle on its pet calot pup, which she boils up for supper. Then she attempts to seduce Kantos Kan in the palace swimming pool. Swimming pool? – on Barsoom? I guess Dejah Thoris learned to swim somewhere [see my comments to issue #6]. Kantos Kan exercises the better part of valor and cuts his swim short. Anyway, the witch gradually taking over Dejah Thoris is basically angling to take over Helium, and by the end of the issue is engaged in some hot and heavy “conspiring” with Sab Than. I think Dejah Thoris is going to regret her body's unwilling actions. “But I was under the mind-control of a witch!” – yeah, right, sure you were. Which, since I don't remember sorcery ever being a big part of ERB's novels at all, especially not the Mars novels – wonky science, yeah, but not sorcery – will probably be as unbelievable to the Barsoomians as it would to us. Oh, and I don't remember any creatures of Barsoom except the humanoid red, yellow, black, and white races ever being quadrupedal. The artist seems to have forgotten that and has four-legged lizards in the Toonolian marshes.


Dejah Thoris and the White Apes of Mars #2 of ??

Having just witnessed the massacre of their crew and warriors, Dejah Thoris leads her friends, the other ladies of Helium, and their lady servants, through the city, with the dread white apes hot on their tails. One by one, they fall. A couple sacrifice themselves for the princess, including her friend Brin at the very end, giving us more bloody death scenes. Until only Dejah Thoris herself is left, with the apes still in pursuit, and her knowing that the second ship carrying the Hatchlings, including young Carthoris, is getting ever nearer.

And that sums up this gruesome, bloody book. I'm not sure what the point of this series is. I don't care for the art, the story is worse. There's not even the intriguing question of the “Battle of the Face of Barsoom” referenced here. We are only left with the promise that whereas things got worse in this issue, as the end of issue #1 put it, next issue will be “Much worse!” Yay.

But it is a nice cover, even if it is sideways. It's by Brandon Peterson again – but it looks like Dejah Thoris found her navel – or at least has a pronounced dimple in her midriff.

MCR liked this a lot more than I did. To each his own. His Review: http://jcomreader.blogspot.com/2012/05/comic-review-dejah-thoris-white-apes-2.html

The Shadow #2
The Fire of Creation, Part Two” [ Previous issue ]

The Shadow and Margo Lane end up in a running fight with Nazis on the Pan Am China Clipper just short of their completing their long journey from the States to Hong Kong in search of some doohicky. The Nazis are working with the Japanese villain Taro Kondo who is seeking the same doohicky on behalf of his Emperor … and is an old enemy of the Shadow. He seems to know the Shadow's identity as Lamont Cranston/Kent Allard. And that's about the gist of it. The Nazis on the plane come to a bad end, of course, and Lamont and Margo arrive at their destination.


Cheers!, and Thanks for stopping by!

Friday, May 4

Bronze Shaped As Clay (The Bronze Saga #10, 2012)


By Mark E. Eidemiller (free download here)

In this the tenth and ostensibly final installment of the Bronze Saga, a.k.a. the “Christian Adventures of Doc Savage,” Mark Eidemiller works with characters whom he as come to know intimately well. Not just Doc Savage and his extended group of companions that has steadily grown over the past decade and more, including Eidemiller's usual p.o.v. character Perry Liston, but to a degree far beyond his cameos in past volumes, he himself, Mark Eidemiller of Portland, Oregon, plays a critical role in the story and shares in the life-changing events with which it culminates. Eidemiller plainly indulges in a great deal of wish fulfillment as he dons what Grant Morrison dubbed his “fiction suit” (see here) – over which he gets to put on a flight suit as well – and soars like a hawk into battle alongside Doc Savage himself in the climactic confrontation with a villain literally out of a James Bond novel.

And I do mean that literally. I'm not sure why, in this shamelessly unauthorised volume in a series of fan-fiction that has throughout its run used numerous copyrighted characters sans permission, Eidemiller chose to thinly veil the identities of these particular characters, but I don't think I really depended on my Ph.D. to know exactly who “John Fleming” and his acquaintances were from the first moment they appeared. And when “Fleming” was referred to as “Agent Oh-Fourteen” I had to groan. (Actually, “Fleming's” bride who was killed years before mere hours after their wedding, revenge for which drives him for much of the story, did retain her original name, I believe, but none others.) In any case I mentally read “Bond” (and visualized an elderly Sean Connery, albeit beardless) whenever I saw “Fleming” throughout.

The gists of the converging plots are these: Mark Eidemiller has received divine inspiration that it is of crucial importance that he be aboard the Clark Savage Institute's “helicarrier” ('cause that's what I'll always think of it as) at some point in the near future. Meanwhile, the most bitter arch-enemy from “Fleming's” buried past returns, having discovered a means to utilize nanotechnology to induce either rejuvenation or rapid aging. He uses the former to return “Fleming” to the prime of life – but only to destroy him by framing him for a heinous crime for which the best he could hope would be a long second lifetime in prison. The latter he means to use to blackmail the world's richest countries or see the populations of their most important cities die of old age within a matter of hours. (Okay – unlike my question regarding the seemingly unnecessary changing of the name of fictional characters folded into this story, it's perfectly understandable why Miley “Hannah Montana” Cyrus' name was changed when, right off the bat, she becomes the first victim of what the world dubs the “Dorian Gray Virus.”) The stories come together when, on a vacation in the Bahamas, Perry Liston and his wife Dot, along with Mitch Drake and his lover, lounge singer Jill Woodward, are drawn into “Fleming's” plight when one of Jill's backup singers becomes an innocent victim in the villain's plot against him.

As hinted in that quick overview of the setup, Doc Savage himself is less a central character than usual, rather taking a bit of a back seat for a good bit of the story to Perry and Mark, as well as to “Fleming.” Doc is definitely there, but he's still having a difficult time adjusting to the physical limitations imposed on him by the serious injuries suffered in the previous book – and, it turns out, to the knowledge that for a second time confrontation with Wail has goaded him into acting recklessly with devastating results. But Doc does rally, in part due to spiritual counselling from Eidemiller, and plays a more central role in the later phases of the story.

I don't think it's too big a spoiler to say that, in the end, all works out, and indeed our characters are left in a much better place than they had begun after the end of the previous book. Indeed, how exactly that comes to be – the journey, so to speak – is the real fun of this story. Because Eidemiller truly is a gifted writer.

Nevertheless, when I wrote above of “life-changing events” I meant that literally as well. Not just for the Eidemillers – Mark and his wife Karen, in whose cases the “wish fulfillment” aspect I also mentioned earlier results in cures of their respective physical ailments (I wish I could avail myself of nanotech to lose a few pounds) – as well as Doc, but for the world at large although it does not know it yet. In fact, by the end of this novel, my feeling is that the world the Bronze Saga series takes place in has diverged so far from the world we inhabit that, as much as I will miss seeing the further adventures of these characters, I believe that Eidemiller is making a wise decision to put it behind him and concentrate on his other series, The Irons Alliance, which world is admittedly by the “present” considerably different from our own, but has been virtually from the beginning. For myself, at least, part of the charm of the series early on was that it seemed very much to bring Doc Savage into our own world – with a few tweaks necessary to do so – but as events and developments progressed, not least bringing more and more “fictional” characters into the stories, but even moreso the development of ever more fantastic technologies that necessarily will change the world, it is less and less “our own world.” One of Hare's Rules of History®, introduced in my first lecture in World Civ: “Technological change always has social consequences.” It's an inevitable conundrum facing any kind of “realistic” fantastic fiction that it may start in our world but will inevitably create a different world. The Bronze Saga installments have been tracking along more or less in real time (a bit of time lag, actually, but my sense is that each novel was pretty much locked into the general time when Eidemiller initially plotted the story, with the time lag constituting his writing, editing, and putlishing time. But in order to keep it ostensibly “our world” the consequences of events and technologies introduced along the way cannot realistically be followed through. In the Irons Alliance stories, on the other hand, starting in the past, Eidemiller can (presumably) work his way up to a present that we have only seen a glimpse of at this point, but which is, again, pretty different from our world – at least if that's his plan rather than set all his stories subsequent to the retrospective origin related in As Iron Sharpens Iron in the already different present world. In either case, it seems to me he has a great deal more latitude.

That's not to say that all questions raised along the way in this series are answered by the end of this “last” book. Eidemiller does leave the possibility open for future stories, should the inspiration take him. Most disappointingly for me, the mystery of Perry Liston's “magic” ring only deepens as we find out that the recently deceased Johnny Littlejohn knew more about it than he'd ever let on, and yet we – and Perry – are left with no real explanation for how Perry's namesake uncle who bequeathed it to him had come to have it in the first place, nor more importantly, what it was. I've previously speculated that perhaps a way could be devised to connect it with the One Ring, long (thought?) destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom, perhaps those fires rather simply purified it of the malevolent spirit of Sauron. Here I'll go a step further and suggest that Perry's mysterious “uncle” is in actuality his doppelganger from the Irons Alliance universe, whose story and how he came to possess the Ring and bequeath it to his “nephew” remains as yet largely untold....

I have so far refrained from dwelling on the religious aspects of this story. As with the more recent books in the series, I'm not going to dwell on it here, having said enough in earlier reviews. Suffice it to say that Eidemiller maintains the same overtly evangelical Christian tone that has pervaded the books, and if the reader accepted them hitherto there is no reason not to do so here. As I've made clear, I come at my faith from a different perspective, but that in no way interferes with my enjoyment of this series. Sure, again I find one particular conversion recounted herein – while in no way “impossible” for the ineffable Grace of God – a bit unlikely, but I do also applaud Eidemiller's realism in admitting that not every person is likely to come to such a happy ending. In particular, I know it must have been a tremendous temptation not to recount a salvation experience for “John Fleming” – bearing in mind that the door in “014's” case is left open.

All in all, I enjoyed this story immensely as a fine denouement to the Bronze Saga. Sure, I'll miss the characters, but I look forward to Eidemiller's continuation of the Irons Alliance.

Cheers!, and Thanks for reading!
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I see that for the “faked up” cover dress for this novel, artist Dale Harris has shifted format to match that of Will Murray's newest Doc Savage novels, The Wild Adventures of Doc Savage. Nice touch, although from the particular illustration here I kept thinking that Doc would end up in space....

Friday, March 9

As Iron Sharpens Iron (2010)


By Mark Evan Eidemiller (available here)

This is the first of several “quickies” to get me caught up. Last week was mid term with grades due at midnight Sunday. Since one of my courses is online and I give the students until midnight Saturday to finish up the first half of the semester's work, I spent all day and evening Sunday reading exams and processing grades. Saturday had been eaten up by our annual regional Social Studies Fair. Then, “A Term” grades – half-semester courses – were due on Tuesday evening; I taught one of those online for the first half of this spring as well, so that was Monday and Tuesday's task. Grading must be hard work!, because by Tuesday evening my shoulder was hurting and Wednesday my rotator cuff was killing me. Seriously, I wish I knew what I did to inflame it – I think it was an old karate injury just flaring up – because I sure wouldn't do it again. Anyway, I know that's all of less interest to you than what I've been reading and watching … at least I think that's the case.

As Iron Sharpens Iron is Eidemiller's first commercially published novel. I put off reading it until I had completed his fan-fiction Bronze Saga as far as he's written it so far. I initially learned about Iron the same way I learned about the Bronze Saga, through his appearance last spring on the Book Cave podcast, and if you want to get some background on this story, meant to open another series entitled The Irons Alliance, that would be your best bet.

Going directly into it only a short time after reading Bronze Saga #9, Bronze Golem, was not the best reading strategy, I now realize. I had a real sense of déjà vu because Eidemiller uses a lot of the same tropes in the framing sequence of Iron as had been developed over nine stories in the Bronze Saga. The effect of feeling that it's just retread was only heightened by Eidemiller's use of the same name for his viewpoint character, Perry Liston. As my old drunken mentor used to say in very different contexts, “they are not the same, but the similarities far outweigh the differences.” Luckily, it turns out that the beginning of Iron is just a framing sequence, and the heart of the story takes place sixty years in the past. That story – the origin of the Irons Alliance – I found to be far more engaging than what I felt to be a sideways reflection of Doc Savage's latter-day band of high-tech paramilitary adventurers without the Man of Bronze himself.

Briefly, the heart of this book tells of how a group of Christians from very different walks of life – along with a character who is not a Christian but rather an old-style pulp hero, a bloody avenger who has a lot in common with Marvel Comics' Punisher – are drawn together by a dream they have in common into an expedition to the Arctic, where they discover a golden meteor that imbues them with longevity and heightened abilities. Along the way “Punisher” is saved, of course. All this happens just in time for a monstrous mutated lizard creature – the archetype of Godzilla – to emerge from nuked Japan and attack the United States. Using their various talents and abilities, the group saves the day, the experience forging them into a team who will obviously stay together through the coming decades and adventures what are only alluded to in the framing sequence, adventures which should provide Eidemiller with plenty of subject matter for subsequent stories.

The Irons Alliance came together about 1950. By that time their world was already somewhat different from our own. Just a couple of the most apparent divergences were that Tokyo was one of the Japanese cities nuked by the United States at the end of World War II and that Amelia Earhart shows up late in the book as an integral character. It's also pretty apparent from the framing sequence and the hints that are dropped there that subsequent history ends up being quite different from our own world. Exploring those differences along with Eidemiller will be part of the fun of continuing this series.

Once I got past the stumbling block of the opening as described above, I enjoyed this story much as I've enjoyed the “Christian Adventures of Doc Savage.” It has most of the same strengths as well as the same weaknesses. The latter would be the somewhat overbearing evangelical tone that pervades the story, which I can see being quite off-putting to a reader coming upon it unawares. I was “awares” so it didn't bother me, in fact as I've said before I'm very much in agreement with the basic Christian world view expressed herein, and I don't want to dwell on that any more than I do when blogging about the Bronze Saga, but a bit more subtlety may serve Eidemiller well in seeking a wider readership. That would be my little bit of unsolicited advice. Otherwise, as always, I find Eidemiller a very compelling writer, and I do look forward to reading more about these characters.

Cheers!, and Thanks for reading!

N.B.: I just went to Eidemiller's web page and see that Bronze Saga #10: Bronze Shaped as Clay, is now listed with a tentative release date of this month … and is indeed billed as “The final chapter in the Bronze Saga.” That will be hard to read and write about....