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Thursday Quotables – The Hot Dry Spell

The opening moan of a cello signaled the rest of the orchestra to chime in. Ariane let the atmosphere surround her. A smoky haze draped over the crowd that was enthralled by her song of unreturned love and the dancers that slinked around her in synchronized dance.

Don’t tell me not to love you

Then she felt and saw him through the mist of her mind as the song continued. The smoky atmosphere of the club slipped away to reveal the cool Chicago evening. Ariane continued to sing as the scene played out like a movie.

My heart won’t lie
To my head that
Can’t say goodbye

In the vision, Gerry straightened out his suit and led his men toward the river that connected the Fae realm to the mortal one.

quotation-marks4This is a story of Fae and werewolves in Prohibition Era Chicago, which is a very intriguing idea, in my opinion. As Rea Lori says in her guest post, she’s going to write more about this world and I can’t wait to read it.

You can read my review of this short here.

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Thusday Quotables – Chicago Stories

They crossed the sidewalk to stand in front of the new Ford. The space to its left was vacant, and a Chrysler, driven by a tall, burning blonde in purple, was driven into it. She sat by the wheel, powdering her nose. Replacing her powder puff in her bag, she lit a cigarette with a nickel cigarette-lighter.

“She’s got what I call meat,” Jack said, surreptitiously back-glancing at her.

“And class,” Don said.

“It’s just meat!”

“She makes most of them out here today look like pikers,” Don said.

A dark-haired girl in black bathing suit strode boyishly by them. She was long, supple, and tanned; her tights, and she was flat-chested.

“Oh! Oh!” exclaimed Don-

“She’s jail bait,” Jack said.

“Know her?”

“I know who she is. She goes to St. Paul’s. All the boys around the beach here have a feel-day with her, and she doesn’t mind it.”

“Piggly-wiggly girl, huh?” Don said, his mind inflamed.

“Well, now, I think that Monk Sweeney made the grade with her over on the Jackson Park golf course one night. I wouldn’t say for sure, but that’s my suspicion.”

I can’t say anythquotation-marks4ing clicked between me and James Farrell. I wanted to read his work because he wrote Irish- American stories in Chicago between the early 1930s and the late 1940s, so it’s relevant to my story, but honestly I can’t relate to his aesthetics. He thought stories should just mimic life, and so most of them don’t really tell a story at all, but just depict a vignette.
Not really my stuff.

But this particular story, Looking ‘Em Over, from his collection Chicago Stories, was different… at least for me. It is a vignette, so it doesn’t tell a story anyway, but it depicts the life of youths in that period. It was interesting seeing the dynamics from the eyes of someone who lived it rather that someone trying to recreate it. Youths’ life what going through a huge change in the Twenties, especially life of young women. Sometimes I think their life was like ours a lot more than we think.

So this was fun. Hope you enjoy it too.

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Gods of Chicago

One morsel review: A fast-paced, dark adventure in a city ruled by a dark, faceless power. Claustrophobic setting, lot of action, characters with a lot of potential.

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Gods of Chicago
Noir Urban Fantasy

AJ Sikes

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Genre: Dieselpunk
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A dark force is pulling strings in Chciago City, unleashing hungry demons, making the gansgter war harsher. Discrimination laws are put into place, automatons patrol the streets. It’s like a war at home… and reporter Mitchell Brand knows war and its insanity very well.
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A diner like many others in Clark Street, a lazy morning… and then the peppering of machineguns. It will become known as the Saint Valentine’s Day massacre, a levelling of counts between Capone’s Outfit and Moran’s Northside Gang. As police converge on the warehose with their airships, little camera-robots (the crabs) hurry to the scene to snap photo evidence.
This is not Prohibition Era Chicago as you know it.

I’ll tell the truth, the setting was what I enjoyed the most. Sure, this is recognizably Prohibition Chicago, with its gang wars and its jazz and its ethnic neighbourhoods, but this is also Chicago City, a place where airships sail the sky advertising news and goods and where automatons do the hard dock work. This is also a place where ghosts may appear to you out of a rip in the air and they will look like trumps on rickety bikes.
The ghosts is actually the element I liked the most, maybe because it’s more fantasy than SF and so it’s nearer to my heart. But the city as a whole is a fantastic place, with amazing settings, like the site of the World Fair – the White City -, with her skeletons of buildings and machinery looming in the night, which appears in the last segment of the story.

The story is told from a few POV, but the main ones are Mitchell Brand’s, reporter and WWI veteran with his own ghosts to cope with, and Emma Farnsworth’s, rich socialite with a rebel heart and a love affair with a black jazzman.
When the city is taken over by a dark power seemingly come from nowhere and that maybe doesn’t even belong to that world, these two characters will try – each their own way – to save a little part of world for themselves… and in doing so they end up helping lots of people.

It is an overall enjoyable story, although I liked the mystery part centred on Brand more than I liked the adventure part centred on Emma. Brand trying to solve the mystery of the power manifesting in Chicago City and the fantasy elements connected to it kept my interest throughout, where Emma and Eddie’s unrelenting race to reach New Orleans, especially in the central part of the novel, felt a bit repetitive and at time almost meandering. I admit I would have liked the two plots to intertwine in a stronger way, because I think one could have strengthened the other.
This might have possibly made the characters’ goals clearer too, because – again especially in the central part –thing happen so fast and one on tail of the other that sometimes I lost track of the line of characters’ action. But for the rest, the sheer adventure, the curiosity to see the mystery unfold, and not least a captivating style of writing, kept me happily reading.

This is the first in a planned trilogy. The author is now working on the second instalment, set this time in New Orleans. We’ve not heard the last of Emma and Brand.

The Jazz Revolution

One morsel review: The history of very early jazz in the U.S., spanning roughly from 1890s to 1920s, alongside very interesting insight into what these music meant on a social and artistic level. Fantastic.

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Twenties America and the Meaning of Jazz

Kathy J. Ogren
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Genre: Social history
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A history of early jazz, the music, the people, the places. An exploration of how jazz came inot being and evolved during the early XX century. A society that was changing more dramatically and faster than ever before found into jazz – its syncopated rhythms and its free modes of expression – the language to describe itself.
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I feel I don’t know enough about jazz. A large chunk of my story takes place in a speakeasy which is also a jazz club and jazz… well, it’s a form or art so peculiar and with such a strong personality. It’s a very complex world of its own and I feel it still eludes me in spite of all my efforts.

So I was very happy when I discovered this book.

This is a comprehensive look at early jazz, the people who played it, the people who enjoyed it, the places where it happened. It focuses very much on life and emotions around jazz, on how people felt and thought, which is always what I enjoy the most about social histories.
It starts off trying to trace down the birth of jazz. Trying, because in spite of several legends, nobody knows where, when and how jazz was born. It was probably not born at all, but rather it evolves from other forms of music, which the author traces as far back as Africa and slave music and dances. More certainly, jazz as we know it today took its firsts steps in New Orleans at the beginning of the XX century, probably in shady places, like brothels and honky-tonks, and was made public to the general population of the city by marching bands, which were extremely popular at the time. The author devotes many pages to depicting a very vivid portrayal of marching bands, their lives, their dynamic, the musicians they fostered and how these musicians prompt a further evolution through an ever changing form of music. This was the most interesting, most vivid part for me, where quotes from musicians and pieces of oral histories abounded. The narration was also very smooth. On occasions, it was really like being there, in that place that perspired music from every cobblestones and person.
The author then moves her narration away from New Orleans, northward, mostly to Chicago and New York, where jazz came of age. Here, she enters the speakeasies, the recording rooms, and even the theatre. The section devoted to jazz and movies was also very interesting, not only because it illustrated the modernity of jazz and what it represented for the people of the Twenties, but also because through it, she has the possibility to show the evolving of African American’s image and position in that society.

The style is very enjoyable. It seldom enters specific language (unless necessary), but rather leans on storytelling as much as possible. But there is also a more clinical, more educated analysis of practices and social behaviours. The differences in techniques and way to enjoy that music between the black and the white community was addressed in details. Where the white audience enjoyed jazz in a more ‘classic’ way, with musicians playing and audience listening, black audience tended to participate in a mutual effort bringing together musicians, listeners and dancers,  where each one influences and inspires everyone else -call and response, she calls it.
Jazz as played by black musicians, the authors asserts many times, will always been different from jazz played by white musicians. Because the roots of jazz run deep into blues, and blues emerged from a historical, social and cultural experience which is very unique to the African American community.

It was a very enjoyable, very interesting, thoroughly detailed and researched work. I enjoyed it very much.

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #3

dieselpunkssquarelogoThird snippet from my WIP Ghostly Smell Around for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks.

From chapter 2, Sinéad’s thread takes a different route than Blood and Michael’s thread and for a while they will run parallel to each other.
Sinèad is dealing with having to build a new life for herself after a traumatic event.

 Bridgeport blurred beyond her tears.
I’m not going back.
The platform started to vibrate, then to shake. A growl came from afar, a whistle then a roar. It entered her bones and shook her hard, as if trying to shake something off her. When she turned, she saw the train approaching and in the dim light of the platform, she could read the destination over the driver’s window.
It was heading north.
I’m taking it.

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Did you enjoy my snippet?

If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.

If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’.  Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
  2. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  3. If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  4. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.

 

The Hot Dry Spell

One morsel review: Fantastic setting – a speakeasy where fae and werewolves meet and fight in the underworld of Chicago – if with characters that lack just that extra spank to really shine.

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The Hot Dry Spell

A short urban fantasy noir

Rae Lori
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Genre: dieselpunk
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A dieselpunk short story set in Chicago in the Twenties. Fae and werewolves battle each other for the domination of the land and their own survival.
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I was so excited about this idea: a Prohibition Era speakeasy peopled by Fae in a city – Chicago – where supernatural being secretly wedge war to each other. A city where historical rivalry between gangs intermingles with a mythical war between supernatural creatures – Fae and Werewolves. The idea really caught my imagination.

So I’m very sorry that the actual story didn’t engage me as much as it could have.

To me, it was quite clear the world fascinated the author – and there’s nothing wrong with this. She took a very long time building it, getting into much details about what the Fae do, what the Werewolves do, what is the connection between them and how the feud works. Why they are fighting each other, how they relate to mortals, ingluding gangsters. She even went as far as to designed a rough map of Fae kingdoms in America. It was a very big work for a short story, and this may be why I expected more out of it.

The story actually turned out to be very simple and linear. We get to know the characters, we get to understand the mechanics of this world, there is a fight. End. The plot is very basic and to be honest, I’m not even sure I would call this a plot, since there is hardly any complication. To me, it sounded more the intro to a story, than a story in its own right. We get the situation coming from the worldbuilding but then we don’t really get a complication. We get action, yes, but it’s something illustrating that situation, not something that touches the characters. The characters just seem to follow the events, not to create them and this created a kind of disconnected between them and me that didn’t allow me to fully enjoy the story.

Really a pity, because there is a lot which was interesting, here: the mix of myth and history, at least one very nice scene idea (Rose seeing what’s happening to Gary while she dances), and interesting fantasy conflict.
But the good news is that I hear from the author she is indeed very much involved in this world and she is working to more stories set in it. I expect something interesting coming our way.

8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #2

dieselpunkssquarelogoSecond snippet from my WIP Ghostly Smell Around for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks.

There are two main threads intertwining all though the novel, one focusing on Blood and Michael and one focusing on Sinéad. My last week’s snippet was from chapter 1, Blood and Michael’s section, so it’s only fair that this week I’ll post a snippet from chapter 1 from Sinéad’s section.

It isn’t mentioned, but the tall man in the passage is Michael. This is how my main characters met.

The banging at the stockroom door covered all the other noises, including the tall man coming closer. It was his presence that she sensed. She spun around, the mouth of the rifle just inches from his chest.

He stopped, his hands opened for her to see, his face expressionless, but his eyes hard and unwavering.

She wished her hand, her arms, her body, her heart would stop shaking.

He moved one hand over the rifle. Slowly.

“Why don’t you put this down?” he said with the calmest of voices.

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Did you enjoy my snippet?

If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.

If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.

  1. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’.  Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
  2. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  3. If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
  4. If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.

 

 

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