Book rec time!
Oct. 24th, 2013 06:29 pmIn a just world, I'd be able to slip a copy of Nick Mamatas' Love Is the Law into the hands of any number of disaffected teenagers, or at least have it lurking on my classroom bookshelf for them to stumble upon. But of course—as in the world portrayed so vividly in the book—there ain't no justice.
It's 1989. Communism is crumbling in Europe. Dawn Seliger, a teenage punk, Communist, and aspiring black magician in the tradition of Aleister Crowley, hangs out with nothing much to do on Long Island, living with her senile grandmother after her father takes up a crack habit—until her mentor/lover in politics and the occult is found dead, seemingly a suicide. True to the detective trope, Dawn knows better, and takes it upon herself to solve the murder. Then it gets really weird.
Let's be honest here, there was practically no way I wasn't going to love a noirish bildungsroman about punk, Trotsky, and the occult. You could get more up my alley, but it'd be a challenge. Never mind wanting to be a bad influence by loaning it out to my kids; I wanted to build a time machine and hand it to myself in 1997. Without getting too personal, Dawn reminds me very much of my teenage self*, but more significantly, is just a spectacular protagonist—broken, self-aware, uncompromising, and a savage deconstruction of the Strong Female CharacterTM that pervades genre fiction. It's just that the coming-of-age novels I was forced to read at that age weren't about kids like me (or like anyone I knew, for the most part) and this, well? This is.
I'm actually not sure if it's supposed to be YA; certainly,
nihilistic_kid never condescends to his audience the way most YA, and especially political YA, tends to do. Dawn isn't an audience surrogate to whom other characters stop and explain the complexities of Marxism or Crowley; she's living it, keep up. Anyone who's ever been involved in left-wing activism in the Western world is going to be nodding along while reading—there's a specificity to the depiction of fringe politics and the personalities that get attracted to it that just rings true.
Love Is the Law is a bleak, hilarious, clever little** novel and to say more would ruin some of the more excellent twists. (Please do not ask "why Communism and Satanism; aren't they kind of the opposite?" Because the answer is cool.) I'll just leave off with my favourite bit that seems to be everyone else's favourite bit:
Read it. I'm tempted to buy another copy to loan to people.
* Minus all the blowjobs. I wasn't that kind of girl.
** I don't mean that in a patronizing way. I mean it literally fit in my coat pocket.
It's 1989. Communism is crumbling in Europe. Dawn Seliger, a teenage punk, Communist, and aspiring black magician in the tradition of Aleister Crowley, hangs out with nothing much to do on Long Island, living with her senile grandmother after her father takes up a crack habit—until her mentor/lover in politics and the occult is found dead, seemingly a suicide. True to the detective trope, Dawn knows better, and takes it upon herself to solve the murder. Then it gets really weird.
Let's be honest here, there was practically no way I wasn't going to love a noirish bildungsroman about punk, Trotsky, and the occult. You could get more up my alley, but it'd be a challenge. Never mind wanting to be a bad influence by loaning it out to my kids; I wanted to build a time machine and hand it to myself in 1997. Without getting too personal, Dawn reminds me very much of my teenage self*, but more significantly, is just a spectacular protagonist—broken, self-aware, uncompromising, and a savage deconstruction of the Strong Female CharacterTM that pervades genre fiction. It's just that the coming-of-age novels I was forced to read at that age weren't about kids like me (or like anyone I knew, for the most part) and this, well? This is.
I'm actually not sure if it's supposed to be YA; certainly,
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Love Is the Law is a bleak, hilarious, clever little** novel and to say more would ruin some of the more excellent twists. (Please do not ask "why Communism and Satanism; aren't they kind of the opposite?" Because the answer is cool.) I'll just leave off with my favourite bit that seems to be everyone else's favourite bit:
“'By the dawn of the new millennium,' Bernstein told me, 'fucking Ayn Rand will be considered a serious philosopher. Democrats will be pulling off shit that Ronny Ray-gun wets the bed dreaming of – slave labour for welfare mothers, permanent military bases all over the Middle East, torture chambers deep underground, bugs in every phone and office fax machine, computer chips in everything else, and robotic stealth bombers doing all the dirty work. And that will be the liberalism of the epoch.'”
Read it. I'm tempted to buy another copy to loan to people.
* Minus all the blowjobs. I wasn't that kind of girl.
** I don't mean that in a patronizing way. I mean it literally fit in my coat pocket.