And this wasn't just nice...this was brilliant.
I have to be honest...I adore Devon and his romances are definitely entertaining with amazingly hot and sweet sex scenes and some great characters but for me...I am more of a sucker for the fuckery that comes from this man. The Bastard Series up until this point has been my favorite. But now...this fuckery wins out.
The world building here I absolutely loved. The exploration of the relationship between The Almightly and The Leader (Satan) was a good mindfuck all on its own...but the story that grows from our introduction to dear Jerry to the Fallen and the Hinderlings and then to Maggie just completely worked for me. And this starts off with some quite disturbing shit.
And then there's the fuckery that is the life that the Kid has endured. I, like Trey, fell hard for this character from first sight. Such heart in this amazing character. And that's the thing. Heart. While this book may be described as erotic fuckery (is that the actual tag on Amazon??) this includes some unbelievably developed relationships that begin seeping out through the lines, through the violence and through the blood.
“I’ve seen centuries of torture, blood thirst, and rape. But every so often, you see some puny mortal do something that surprises you…sacrifice something so precious for the sake of another. For their child. For their lover. I was created to be aesthetically pleasing. It’s a quality higherlings venerate, but when you’ve had that advantage as long as I have, it doesn’t impress you. You come to see the beauty of things unseen. Like those things I’ve seen in mortals. Will, honor, love. When you see things like that, you realize that somewhere inside of these creatures is something beautiful. Something worth saving.”
I mean seriously?? Trey surprised the hell out of me. What a shockingly beautiful character for a book I thought would just be fucked up. And that is the brilliance that I love.
As Kid looked into Treycore’s eyes, he didn’t see the anger and hate that he’d seen before. He saw pain and sadness. He saw weakness and vulnerability. He wished that he could wrap his arms around Treycore and console him. But he knew how stupid that would look. They’d known each other for less than a day, and he was just a smelly mortal, as Treycore had continually reminded him. As much as he wanted to believe that Treycore was sharing this because he was having strong feelings too, he knew that it was more likely that he just wanted someone to share it with…
This fuckery indeed has heart.. And don't get me started on Kinzer. This beautiful broken angel has his own heartbreaking story as well and how this ends for him in this installment just killed me.
Casting of these quite memorable characters may take me some time as I locate just the right images...but thanks to a post Sheena (on FB) made...this is my Kid...I can totally see him acquiring this tattoo as well. <3
Now to dive into Bound and the fear that I will be left with one hellava cliffhanger.
*Note: I received these through a Giveaway Devon held on FB. I can only hope that the republishing of this amazing series happens soon as everyone who enjoys fuckery needs to read this. This is certainly not for everyone...but damn...it should be.
Defiantly funny in the face of total devastation, but more than that, ever hopeful. I guess that last is the best part of strong faith. The important part. Inner piece and enduring hope.
Here's the deal: I'm an agnostic. We get roasted inside *grin*. I could go a long while about the difference between religion and spirituality, between faith in god and the faith in the future that makes you stubbornly plod forward. I wont. My mom says "there are no atheist in the trenches". I have no idea what an ordeal like this would do to me.
But here is the other side, the thing about being an agnostic: I can accept both stories. I can love and believe in the tiger, and I can forgive the killer boy. The tiger is the better story, but to me, disregarding the second feels like hiding from a horrible truth too hard to accept. Just as disregarding the tiger feels like the cruelty of denying absolution, or the company of hope.
Good book. The movie did it amazing justice, tight and beautiful and with lovely, memorable music, so I highly recommend it.
I have so many issues with this. The rampant misogyny, of course. The fact that, personally, I find the whole espionage reason d'etre detestable. And generally, the part where this was not the story I was expecting.
Let's say I waive away the misogyny with a bit of dark amusement (passing the middle-point, I just wanted Vesper to stick it to Bond; and then there is the line "sweet tang of rape" that should be killed with fire, you can get some great examples under the spoiler tag), and take the spy tale on the hope that it'll be some fast action cheap-thrill. I did not get even that. I got a lot of card-playing, torture, and then a mess... I don't even know of what category, certainly not romantic, maybe melodrama. Hell, I though it was already cheap that a woman couldn't be competent unless she was evil, but it was something (see, even lowering my standards to not be an angry female, what a waste), and then Vesper couldn't even rate to Femme-fatal. So no, there is no way to waive the misogyny. It's entrenched into the plot.
Someone could argue it's truer to the real world and the era, either the unexciting grimness or Bond's stance. I say fuck all that. Let us please have no more Vespers in real life, no more Bonds being glorified in fiction. Let us find other icons.
You can find some the shout-inducing bits here
Women were for recreation. On a job, they got in the way and fogged things up with sex and hurt feelings and all the emotional baggage they carried around. One had to look out for them and take care of them.
Charming, huh? Another beauty:
And luck in all its moods had to be loved and not feared. Bond saw luck as a woman, to be softly wooed or brutally ravaged, never pandered to or pursued. But he was honest enough to admit that he had never yet been made to suffer by cards or by women. One day, and he accepted the fact he would be brought to his knees by love or by luck. When that happened he knew that he too would be branded with the deadly question-mark he recognized so often in others, the promise to pay before you have lost: the acceptance of fallibility.
Women, if they defeat you, take away you self-assurance.
This was just what he had been afraid of. These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work. Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men. And now for this to happen to him, just when the job had come off so beautifully. For Vesper to fall for an old trick like that and get herself snatched and probably held to ransom like some bloody heroine in a strip cartoon. The silly bitch.
He really likes that word.
'Torture is a terrible thing,' he was saying as he puffed at a fresh cigarette, 'but it is a simple matter for the torturer, particularly when the patient,' he smiled at the word, 'is a man. You see, my dear Bond, with a man it is quite unnecessary to indulge in refinements. With this simple instrument, or with almost any other object, one can cause a man as much pain as is possible or necessary. Do not believe what you read in novels or books about the war. There is nothing worse. It is not only the immediate agony, but also the thought that your manhood is being gradually destroyed and that at the end, if you will not yield, you will no longer be a man.
The bad guy has more respect for a woman that the "hero". Women are more difficult, not because of some chivalrous bullshit, but because men are so attached to their organ *eye-roll*. And for the WTF crown:
And now he knew that she was profoundly, excitingly sensual, but that the conquest of her body, because of the central privacy in her, would each time have the sweet tang of rape.
It's supposed to be romantic. But then, this is just the inner character commentary, you have to still contend with the plot if you can go past that. Fuck this, I'm done.
I don't know whether to be hopeful or depressed. I think I'm a good deal of both, plus amazed, and horror stricken. There is a lot of the Sisyphean in this, which I guess is on purpose, given all the Mercer stuff (which on the last pages got trippy as fuck, of the religious hallucination variety).
And it makes a good job of running through many questions regarding empathy, psychological manipulation, human's social animal condition, loneliness, plus whatever I didn't get, inside few pages on an action packed day for a bounty-hunter.
Really intense little book.
Rachel hates him because he recognized her even while she couldn't recognize herself? (I'm unsure on this, she must have known to sleep with other bounty-hunters) Or maybe she hates him because it's another failure to fool a human, and can't understand where the failing lies.
She goes for the goat. But in the end, maybe his wife was more important. She actually cares and.. well, it felt hopeful to me. No pet, but why should you feel bereft if you can care for another person... which is a bit messed up and might be the reason Deckard is so messed up: HE doesn't care for HER.
Cyborgs are really terrifying because it's clear by the end that they are absolutely psychopathic. The spider makes you understand what the fact that they truly can't empathize really means. All the fripperies that have you in doubt make it even scarier. Of course, you have Irmgand so who knows?