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Monday, July 22, 2024

Book Review: Dark City Rising by C. L. Jarvis

 A promising vision, thwarted by an attempt to maintain strict historical accuracy


Dark City Rising is a story that piles up all my catnip features high and deep: Dark Academia, 18th century Glasgow and Edinburgh, the Scottish Enlightenment, hidden magical libraries, secret societies, and plucky medical professors fight back by reading minds and shooting fire from their hands.

It sounds absolutely amazing, right? It should have been! All the pieces were there. But alas, it was not—and I think it struggled in large part because of the earnest, rigorous research into the historical underpinnings of the characters and philosophies that scaffolded the story.

The plot is as follows: William Cullen, a professor at Glasgow University, is secretly exploring a new field of study: the use of phlogiston to manipulate matter. He takes under his wing young Joseph Black, a medical student, and together they start making substantial advances in their joint studies. However, Cullen is a bit of an iconoclast: He is an atheist, and he rejects the teachings of Herman Boerhaave, the ‘father of physiology’, under whom all the best medical men (except Cullen) have done their training. So Cullen is locked out of the very best positions, at the University of Edinburgh, and young Joseph Black eventually succumbs to family pressure and transfers to Edinburgh to finish his training.

At Edinburgh, Black discovers that the university is largely governed by a secret society, called the Dark Chymists, who employ sigil-based magic and wield vast powers in the city. Yet those powers aren’t quite enough to allow them to win their ongoing a power struggle with the Edinburgh town council to determine control of the college of medicine at the University of Edinburgh. They are very anti-Cullen, and engage in some recreational murder whenever anyone starts suggesting that Cullen might be a good addition to Edinburgh’s faculty. Young Joseph Black, as Cullen’s student, has to balance his loyalty to his old mentor with the need to keep the Dark Chymists happy if he wants to progress in his career at Edinburgh, but things get tricky as the body count mounts.

Given this set-up, it seems like the shape of an excellent plot might be in order. Glasgow vs. Edinburgh, phlogisten vs. sigils, town vs. gown, Cullen vs Dark Chymists, religion vs. science---so many dichotomous tensions are put into play in ways that echo each other very promisingly.

Unfortunately, none of this promise is realized effectively. First, there’s the order of in which information is presented to the reader, which withholds critical details early, and only provides them long after a confused reader has stumblingly inferred the shape of things from context. For example, the exact status of the Dark Chymists, and their power play with the town council, needed to be laid out much earlier. They are the primary antagonist to Cullen’s ambitions, they have their fingers in every decision taken by Edinburgh University. Vast amounts of academic intrigue and politicking are informed by their agenda. But throughout the first half of the book, they lurk with a vague kind of menace, which, while atmospheric, is not enough to justify their role. In Chapter 28 I was writing peevish marginal notes complaining about the lack of detail; in Chapter 32 the notes got even more peevish, and by the time we learn about the shape of the power struggle between the chymists and the town council, in Chapter 45, when a very short bit of exposition reveals all, my notes are fuming about how this was a couple of hundred pages too late to be useful. Even now, after having finished the book, I can’t figure out why the Dark Chymists are so anti-Cullen to begin with, since he keeps his phlogiston studies secret for most of the book.

The role of women in the book is also irritatingly tokenistic in a way that I would not have expected from such a modern book. Cullen’s wife is one of two female characters with any role to play. That role is to help Cullen investigate a mysterious assassin by cultivating a relationship with the assassin’s wife. The fact that I can’t even describe these women’s importance to the plot without situating them in terms of their husbands is the first problem; and the second is that none of this subplot ends up being relevant to anything. It feels infuriatingly as if Jarvis was aware of the lack of women as her book took shape, and tried to shoehorn some in, without having any idea how to integrate them properly into the main plot. The result is so unsatisfactory that it draws attention to the pointlessness of this feeble gesture, to worse effect than if the women had been absent entirely.

Of course, the reason this story was so hard to integrate women into is that it is based entirely on real people, and records of the power struggles between professors in the medical colleges of Glasgow and Edinburgh university lean pretty dude-heavy. William Cullen was a real man; Joseph Black was a real man (indeed, there is a building at the University of Glasgow named for him); various characters in Edinburgh—Rutherford, Monro, and others—they were all real people. And becaues they were all real people, Jarvis took excruciating care to fit the events of the book into the historical shape of their real careers. But people’s careers do not follow neat paths.  Black and Cullen and Rutherford and Monro did not have Jarvis’s plot needs in place when they applied for a position in chemistry or decided to change institutions. They were just living their lives, criss-crossing up and down the Central Belt of Scotland: Cullen starts at Glasgow, where he teaches Joseph Black, who then moves to Edinburgh, where he gets his first job, before moving back to Glasgow, crossing paths with Cullen, who is making a move to Edinburgh for himself now. By forcing the book's plot to reflect these decisions, we end up with a kind of sprawling, awkward game of musical chairs, in which decisions and motivations don’t make much sense. At one point there was a historical gap of about 10 years between two events that Jarvis uses in the plot, and so for the space of those 10 years the Dark Chymists just . . . go away. I have never before seen a better argument supporting the tendency of authors of historical fiction to fiddle around with timelines of events than this book, in which Jarvis didn’t.

So, in sum, we’re left with an unsatisfying realization of a brilliant, imaginative vision. I would love to read the book that Jarvis’s ideas could have produced. But this book is not that.

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The Math

Highlights:

• Excessive faithfulness to historical timelines
• Unrealized promise of a brilliant Dark Academia premise
• Infuriatingly tokenistic women

Nerd coefficient: 5/10 problematic, but has redeeming qualities

Reference: Jarvis, C. L. Dark City Rising [Pewter Lynx Press, 2024].

CLARA COHEN lives in Scotland in a creaky old building with pipes for gas lighting still lurking under her floorboards. She is an experimental linguist by profession, and calligrapher and Islamic geometric artist by vocation. During figure skating season she does blather on a bit about figure skating. She is on mastodon at wandering.shop/@ergative

Thursday, December 21, 2023

Microreview: The Mystery at Dunvegan Castle, by T. L. Huchu

A slightly lackluster mystery in a brilliantly realized Scotland, narrated by one of the best voices in modern fantasy.

The third of T. L. Huchu's Edinburgh Nights series (see Adri’s review of the first here), The Mystery at Dunvegan Castle is set at an actual castle on the west side of the Isle of Skye. Instead of an alternate-history Scottish urban mystery set in the gritty streets of magical Edinburgh, T. L. Huchu instead presents us with his version of a country house mystery.

The Society of Skeptical Inquirers (Scotland’s professional magicians’ association) is having their annual conference at Dunvegan Castle, and things are tense. Rivalries between Scottish magic schools, between Highland clans, and between Glaswegian and Edinburghian librarians simmer with varying degrees of intensity, ready to erupt at the worst possible moment. The worstness of possible moments is further intensified by the arrival of representative of the English crown, who shows a distressing interest in revoking Scotland’s devolved powers of magical governance.

Against this backdrop of cultural magico-political tension arrives the conference’s guest of honour. The Grand Debtera of Ethiopia has come to cement a ground-breaking alliance between Scottish and Ethiopian magic by loaning a valuable scroll to the Society of Skeptical Inquirers, which contains information on magical theory previously considered impossible. Naturally, things go very badly: the scroll is stolen, a librarian is murdered, and the head of the Society of Skeptical Inquirers casts an impenetrable shield around Dunvegan Castle to prevent anyone from entering or exiting. The culprit is among the conference attendees! Whodunnit? And why?

Our narrator, Ropa Moyo, is a teenage intern working (unpaid) for the head of the Society of Skeptical Inquirers. As her boss is occupied by the rigours of keeping the impenetrable shield up, she is tasked with finding the scroll and solving the murder.

As far as mysteries go, this book is a little frustrating. The decision to put  a fifteen-year-old unpaid intern in charge of pursuing the mystery is forced and unconvincing. In previous books, Ropa had her own reasons to investigate weird shenanigans, which she pursued independently. Here for the first time she is given official sanction and support, which seems a bridge too far for any fifteen year-old. The bridge gets even ricketier in light of the unveiled contempt in which most of the other conference attendees hold her. What’s more, no matter how diligently she investigates, there is very little sense of progress. Ropa pursues lead after lead, but they rarely seem fruitful, and as pressure mounts on her to report her progress, she keeps asserting that she’ll have everything wrapped up in a day or two, not to worry, she’s got it all under control. To the reader, her lack of progress is so striking that it's pretty clear she must be lying to everyone. Now, Ropa’s history as an opportunistic gig worker who is not above petty (and not so petty) thieving to keep herself and her family afloat means that it’s entirely within character for her to be lying through her teeth about her progress. But keeping secrets is for the snotty obnoxious upper-crust magicians sneering down at her speech and education and behaviour; it’s not for us. On every page Ropa invites us into her head, tells us her thoughts and feelings and worries and hopes and goals. So when she turns out to be keeping secrets from the reader, too, it feels like a kick in the teeth.

Yet for all that the plot is a bit weak, this book is more than its plot, and everything else that it is is charming and delightful. Ropa’s irreverant narrative voice is wonderfully drawn; and her eclectic independent learning means that she has odd bits of knowledge drawn from all sorts of sources, equipping her with a broad foundation of useful bits and bobs. She’s alert to the sunk cost fallacy because she heard about it in a podcast the other day, and in this book she’s been making friends with Machiavelli’s The Prince, whose influence colours all her interactions. After an outburst at a formal dinner in which she pushes back against the snobbery levied against her, she considers, “Maybe I should re-evaluate how I’m reading Machiavelli. Normally I’m cruising by on Eastern martial texts which emphasize subtlety. But my pal Nicco’s more of a bull in a China shop kind of guy when it comes to political theory. Let me stick with it though, ‘cause I heard he delivers a mean pizza when it comes to landing an argument.” (Chapter VII). I would read a book about Ropa picking at her toenails if its her voice describing the state of her cuticles.

Another strength of this book is its deeply embedded Scottishness. This goes well beyond the dialogue (which, I hasten to add, avoids all of the ear-rattling tweeness of forced ‘och aye, I didnae see the wee puir lassie’ Scottish ‘brogue’). The nature of the unnamed Catastrophe that has devastated Scotland, deepening class divides and savaging the economy, feel like a pretty dead-on evocation of the general opinion of Brexit north of the border. An offhand remark about how Glasgwegians aren’t averse to bit of sectarianism now and again invokes a very real social issue in actual Glasgow, in which rival football teams—The Celtics and the Rangers—have come to serve as proxies for Catholic-Protestant rivalries. It is actually illegal in Glasgow to sing certain songs, because of their association with extreme sectarian violence. (https://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish-news/old-firm-clash-songs-what-5060640) Indeed, for half a century actual Glasgow has been perceived as the dirty, crime-riddled working class city, a foil to Edinburgh, which holds government, art, education, and all the higher and better elements of culture. In this context, a conflict in Huchu’s world between the Glasgow library of magical books and its Edinburgh counterpart takes on a deeper meaning. After the Clydeside Blitz in WWII, the most valuable magical books held in Glasgow were removed to the Calton Hill Library in Edinburgh (the titular Library of the Dead in the first book of this series) for safekeeping. They have never since been returned. The Calton Hill Library instead reinforced its own magical status on the strength of the newly expanded collection, and have been refusing all subsequent requests to return them, claiming that the books were given as a ‘permanent loan’.

This bibliographic colonialism is a smaller version of a theme recuring at all scales throughout the book. What Edinburgh did to Glasgow, England wants to do to Scotland. The political situation in Huchu’s world faithfully reflects the state of the real UK: Scotland is subordinate to England, but nevertheless retains certain devolved powers, such as education (especially magical education). The people that want to unify with England stand in uneasy tension with the people agitating for more complete Scottish independence.

And, of course, at another level upwards, we have the history of European colonialism in Africa coloring Ethiopian magic’s relationship with Britain. There’s a reason the Grand Debtera chose to loan the scroll to Scottish magicians rather than English ones, and it’s not an accident that the nature of the Ethiopian-Scottish agreement—the loan of an irreplaceable magical text--resonates with the Glasgow-Edinburgh librarians’ conflict. These are all exponents of the same colonial phenomenon.

So, in sum, although the actual plot of this house-party mystery was a bit mediocre, the narrative, the setting, and the way it inhabits a fully recognizable Scotland within this alternative magical world Huchu has created, are unparalleled. I will take great pleasure in reading the next installment in the Edinburgh Nights series.

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Highlights

Nerd coefficient: 7/10: An enjoyable experience, but not without its flaws

Highlights:

  • Effective translation of Scottish politics into an alternate world
  • Delightful narrative voice
  • Slightly meh mystery plot

References 

Huchu, T. L. The Mystery at Dunvegan Castle [Tor Publishing Group, 2023].

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CLARA COHEN lives in Scotland in a creaky old building with pipes for gas lighting still lurking under her floorboards. She is an experimental linguist by profession, and calligrapher and Islamic geometric artist by vocation. During figure skating season she does blather on a bit about figure skating. She is on Mastodon at wandering.shop/@ergative.