boneshaker review

Boneshaker (The Clockwork Century, #1)Boneshaker by Cherie Priest
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I read somewhere on here that "steampunk" epitomizes "genre" and I think that's cute. If so, this book may exemplify steampunk. Every paragraph clangs with heavy iron, slaps brown, oiled leather and cracked rubber, smells of coal dust and sulphur. I liked the description. By the way, I'm interested in the genre and was sensitive to how hard it must be to write "in character" like that: she does a good job. The cover too, does a good job of conveying the atmosphere.  Like Jay Lake's Mainspring, Gilliam's movie Brazil (especially), and somehow, the movie Inception, (note so self: why is that?) we're taken into a world where everything's 10x overbuilt, where things get fixed with wrench as big as your forearm.  The singular metaphor that defines this whole sort of thing is of course, "Locomotive," capitalized, because you should always capitalize that word.  It's big, magical, ineluctable, hot and smelling of heavy grease. It's impossible NOT to focus on the imagery, even now when writing a book review, eh?  But what about the book?


The book is faintly ridiculous, an adolescent cartoon. It'd make a great graphic novel except that it'll be hard to make the clothes sexy.  As a book, there are shortcomings, unless you're fifteen and believe a boy and a mother's love can take on the mob, a natural disaster and a ravening herd of zombies. This short paragraph is actually my main criticism. I am bothered almost to the point of insulte by that childish premise. Maybe it's from reading too many of my daughter's gushing teen fantasies, I don't know.


Now, back to the camp!

What's with the zombies exactly?  Thats sort of busts the genre bubble, though perhaps she works them in well enough; they do match the rest of the scenery in color, clanking and decrepitude I guess. Maybe it's just ME, because I never went for zombies in any setting. Let's face it, they're silly.


One more thing, the whole zeppelin thing is the posterchild for the need to set your reality distortion field to 11.  They're steam powered, knock over masonry buildings with a rending tear of iron and fly away from it? Those are some tough "physics" for engineers to deal with.  I've dealt with plenty of fantasy in my life, from warp drive to Will Smith's superhero "Hancock," (which was awesome) but I've never had quite the trouble suspending disbelief as I did during this book.


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Track

Had a great time at track on Friday, followed by indian food and the Shining. The workout was a very hard 5x [4,(3),2,1 rest 5'] (on the 300s, you go easy) descending  through 1:40, 1:30, 1:25, 1:20, 1:15(!) -that's the 400 pace.  That last one was at 204 heartrate, though Bernardo said I must've counted wrong.  I was out of AIR. Devo breathes same as me going hard (on 3) but two in and one out. Duh!  I breathe in on 1 and 2 out, which is stupid since exhaling's easier.  This could help me I think. (pic's from last fall.)

Strength of your heart

I like cool numerical facts, the magical numbers that underpin the universe, and one I stumbled across while training for a Sanitas time trial is the vertical climb rate you achieve at various heart rates.  Just writing down the numbers a strange correlation jumped out, and it calculates out to four inches.  That's the height through which my heart can lift me,  4" with every stroke. There are ~73 ml pumped per beat (a standard number) and somewhere between 45 and 80 ml/kg/min O2 transported. That's the VO2 max statistic you sometimes hear: and what a huge variation.  Isn't the heart number a neat statistic though? Maybe with some extra work, if I try really hard, my heart can grow strong enough to lift me an extra inch with each beat. Of course it's not all and only about your heart, and yet...

"What a wonderful machine," I thought, and wondered what could do for my heart in return. That led me next to the obvious metaphor between your heart and love, and joy.  Something my heart would like, eh? ...and thence quickly to the idea that try as I may, I cannot lift my own heart.

For that, you need someone else.

Vocabulary

Just making notes of words I don't know.



  • brouse: paper mulberry (atree)
  • apocryphal: questionable veracity
  • chiaroscuro: monochrome, of different shades
  • afflatus: inspiration
  • aleatory: dependent on chance
  • elision: omission of sounds to make it easier to pronounce
  • flensed - to strip the blubber or the skin from
  • ichor: is the golden ethereal fluid that is the Greek gods' blood, ambrosia or nectar.palimpset: writing material (as a parchment or tablet) used one or more times after earlier writing has been erased.
  • perterite: past
  • surbated: bruised/battered from overuse (as in hooves)