Amari and the Night Brothers Preview

Balancing secret organisations, wondrous magical creatures, and the compelling tale of a young black girl rising up and overcoming prejudices is no small task. Fortunately for children all over the world, middle-grade debut author B. B. Alston has done just that in magnificent fashion.

From very early on it is hard to ignore the vague similarities between certain aspects of Amari and the Night Brothers and other popular works of children’s literature. The Crystal Ball ceremony takes certain cues from the Sorting Hat in Harry Potter, the inclusion of a rich tapestry of preexisting mythology is a leaf taken straight out of the Rick Riordan Presents playbook, and magical creatures being hidden from mortal eyesight until special equipment is acquired is something previously seen in The Spiderwick Chronicles. Thankfully, Alston has steered well clear of any Hobgoblin spit. What separates Amari Peters from all of the heroes and heroines in those other books, however, is that she is grounded squarely in a reality which so many children all across the world can relate to. And that is what makes her so compelling.

Hailing from the low-income housing projects in Rosewood, Amari has forever lived in the shadow of her older brother Quinton, whom she idolised. Not only was he a kind brother and a loving son, but he was also a crucial figure in the local community and a rock to many other disadvantaged children. When he mysteriously disappeared several years ago he left a void which has never been filled, and while the authorities begun to assume the worst, Amari never gave up hope.

The UK cover of Amari and the Night Brothers from Egmont

That enduring hope is suddenly vindicated when a briefcase arrives on her doorstep containing a recorded invitation from Quinton to follow in his footsteps as a member of the Supernatural Bureau of Investigations, a secret organisation which protects the world from the unseen and mysterious, the wicked and the foul, and the eponymous Night Brothers who have used their evil magic to terrorise the world for centuries.

What follows is a rip-roaring adventure as the reader witnesses Amari blossom from a troubled child whose scholarship is in jeopardy into a confident, powerful trainee in the Bureau. The same troubles follow her from the mortal world into the supernatural one, stemming mostly from small-minded cliques who hate Amari for just being herself, but with her new weredragon best friend Elsie and Agents Magnus and Fiona fighting in her corner, the bullies and Van Helsings (yes, those Van Helsings) don’t stand a chance.

Author B. B. Alston

From start to finish, Amari and the Night Brothers is a touching story which will melt the hearts of both adults and children alike. The plight of Amari’s single-parent mother, who has lost a son and is working herself to the bone in order to care for her daughter, is one which would populate the nightmares of any parent.

In contrast, a whole new world of excitement, danger, and the unimaginable suddenly being presented to Amari as an alternative to her downward-spiralling reality is a prospect which would enthral any child. Taking this idea and running with it, the further into the novel you dive the crazier things get, and Alston masterfully crafts an unpredictable story of family and friendship, love and loyalty, and most importantly for the reader, danger and delight.

In May 2019 it was announced that Marsai Martin, of Black-ish fame, would star in a movie adaptation of the novel, and also act as a producer alongside Don Cheadle. With any luck this will be the first in a long-running franchise, as if the first entry in the Supernatural Investigations series is any indication, Amari Peters is a character who we are going to love for many years to come.

Marsai Martin, photo courtesy of Getty.

Not only does the first middle-grade fantasy book of 2021 not disappoint, it knocks the socks off its reader and blows away any and all expectations. Amari and the Night Brothers releases on January 19th in the US and January 21st in the UK, and can be preordered now from all good book stores.

Finale Score: 10/10

Red Noise Review

Bending the western genre beyond almost all recognition with a sci-fi coat of paint, Red Noise is the best cowboy novel to see print in years.

Engineer-turned-author John P. Murphy may have just cracked the code on how to make cowboys in space anything other than ridiculous. While it may substitute a saddle-back horse for a spaceship and dust-filled 19th century Americana for a pitstop out amongst the stars, Red Noise is immediately flagged as the latest in a line of expectation-subverting westerns – in case you missed all of the other clues, the sprawling-yet-claustrophobic Station 35 is formally named after John Wayne himself.

John P. Murphy

When we first meet our protagonist, a hardened ex-military veteran whose body is riddled with cybernetic augmentations, she is making her way towards the nearest station which her dwindling fuel reserves can reach in order sell the ore she has spent months mining in solitude.

Referred to as ‘Jane’, short for Jane Doe, ‘Mickey’, short for Mickey Mouse, and more often than not as simply ‘the Miner’, we never learn a whole lot about this terrifyingly-cold warrior, which is exactly the way she prefers things. What we do learn an awful lot about, however, are the myriad of colourful characters who plague and enrich her life within the confines of Cpt John Wayne Koganusan Station, grandiosely named that instead of simply ‘cowboy fortress’. Ranging from a drunken, washed-up stationmaster to a three-way gang war for supremacy to all of the unfortunates caught up in the whirlwind of violence, Murphy has crafted a cast of characters who each bring something different to the table. Be it Takata’s sage observations, Ditz’s melancholy reflections, Feeney’s manic obsessions, Angelica’s string-pulling, or McMasterson’s moustache-twirling scheming, there is quite literally never a dull moment.

From the second our protagonist first steps foot on Station 35 she is getting the lay of the land, and it isn’t long before she realises that the whole damn place is rotten to the core, a core that needs to be excised with an expertly-wielded samurai sword. The parallels to works by such icons as Kurosawa are blatant, and we follow the Miner as she plays each of the three sides against each other while occasionally publicly switching sides herself. What ensues is an often-frenetic and sometimes-chaotic cacophony of violence which metaphorically splits the station in half, and almost manages it literally when the mythological heir-apparent Nuke struts back onto his turf in the wake of his sister’s bloodied wedding ceremony.

The book is not without its flaws, however. For every few minor character interactions which flesh out the world around us, there is one which breaks the pace of the narrative. While the story is well-crafted and keeps the reader on the edge of their seat, somewhere around the middle it starts to become middling before the tension and stakes return as it races into the final third. The book’s ending, though favourable, is a little bit too rushed to be as satisfying as it could have been. Then again, being fast-paced and abrupt is keeping itself consistent with everything else that came before it.

All things considered, this is still an excellent book which effortlessly transports you to a world beyond our current realm of possibility, while still making it entirely familiar because of the people who populate it. Although she may not be the female version of a John Wayne-esque cowboy, that probably suits the Miner right down to the ground – she is instead much more interesting and intimidating.

Final Score: 7.5/10

Devolution Review

Most known for his global sensation World War Z, author Max Brooks now turns his attention from the undead to the Sasquatch with disturbingly-brilliant results.

Regardless of the feature film’s reception, the original source material for World War Z took the world by storm when Max Brooks created a realistic take on what would happen if zombies existed in our world. Well, as realistic as something like that can actually be. Now over a decade later Brooks returns to the world of cryptozoology and tackles the North American myth which has fascinated believers and skeptics in equal measure. In Devolution he asks one very simple question – how prepared are we for a discovery as monumental as finding out that Bigfoot is real, and that he is not alone?

Max Brooks

Unfortunately for the cast of this book, the answer is not very well at all. Told through the lens of an investigator researching the aftermath of the narrative’s tragic events, from the very beginning we are told that everyone is either confirmed dead (or more appropriately, slaughtered) or missing for over a year. Rather than spoiling the experience and making it feel like a waste of time, this keeps a cloud of dread hanging over the reader as every minor incident heightens the tension as we think “is this how it happens?” Tasked with the investigation by journalist Frank McCray, the sister of missing protagonist Kate Holland, our intrepid investigator goes over this particular mystery with a fine tooth comb in order to get to the truth.

It is a literary device which could not have been executed better for this subject matter. Using her journal as a guide, the investigator recounts what Kate experiences over the days and weeks following the eruption of Mount Rainier. This has cut-off herself and her fellow residents of the Greenloop off-the-grid ecologically-sound commune from the rest of society, leaving them with no cell phone coverage and blocked roads. Isolated from civilisation, the group hunkers down and makes the best of a bad situation by adapting to their environment and utilising the resources at their disposal. Initially unbeknownst to them, a troop of giant, ground-faring primates recognisable as ‘Bigfeet’ have been displaced by the disaster and have come across them after they fled their own natural, hidden habitat.

Beginning each chapter with a relevant quote from other ape or Bigfoot-related materials and breaking up the narrative with a fictional interview with Senior Ranger Josephine Schell, who was part of the team who first discovered the site of the disaster and found Kate’s journal, Brooks manages to amplify the tension and sensation of dread with each passing page. What begins as a hopeful, mostly lighthearted story of people trying to reconnect with nature in state-of-the-art self-sustaining homes soon turns into a fully-fledged horror story as a nightmare unfolds around the cast of characters.

When the disaster first hits panic sets in but soon gives way to clearer heads and everyone calms down, adjusting to the new routine. Then a few days later a rustle in the trees catches someone off guard. The paranoid sensation of being watched feels a little bit too real. A dark figure in the tree line which is there one moment and gone the next is just a little bit too suspicious. The first person to go missing is more than a little bit worrying. The screams coming from the forest are terrifying. The hairy behemoths spotted skulking around the commune in the dead of night are enough to turn nightmare into reality.

Maybe the truth is out there after all…(Paterson-Gimlin, 1967)

The pacing of this book is perfect. The first act is spent setting up the characters themselves and their quirks, while also familiarising the reader with the environment and their available resources. The second act is when the doubt and suspicion creeps in, and by the time the third act comes around we are racing at full speed through a fully-fledged horror story.

What makes the book all the more terrifying is the prior knowledge that despite all of their plans, all of their grand ideas and survival instincts – the humans lose. It is right in front of us in black and white in the introduction before we even turn the page to Chapter 1. Despite all of the character growth which goes on throughout the book, despite the skills and intuition which the people we begin to grow fond of develop in the face of danger, it is not enough. They are not equipped to face the horrors that await behind that rustling bush out of the corner of your eye.

Making a triumphant return to the horror genre, Max Brooks has crafted what will be seen as the current definitive take on the Bigfoot subgenre of literature. Mixing his signature blend of human endeavour against incomprehensible terror and unique account-based narrative, Devolution is an exhilarating read which deserves its place on any horror fan’s summer wish list.

Final Score: 10/10

Firewalkers Review

Sci-fi thriller or novella-sized cautionary tale – why not both?

Adrian Tchaikovsky is no stranger to the sci-fi genre; his Arthur C. Clarke award for Children of Time in 2016 is proof enough of that. His latest outing, Firewalkers, depicts a world in which young men and women of the titular profession must venture out into the sometimes-deadly, often-times fatal scorched Earth that is now their home to fix vital systems and equipment in the hope of receiving fresh food and water from those in charge. And those people in charge? Mere puppet leaders, left in place by the rich and the elite who have long since evacuated to a spaceship in the upper atmosphere, connected only by an elevator which must be kept operational so that they can be joined by the last few straggling rich and elite.

It is here that we meet Mao, a Vietnamese nineteen-year-old who is far from his ancestral home, living at the base of this almost reverent elevator shaft out of necessity so that he can provide for his family as a Firewalker. Oh, and because everywhere else on the planet is either burning at sixty degrees Celsius or flooding under Noah’s Ark-levels of water, presumably due to the polar icecaps being no more than an urban legend at this point in the future.

Adrian Tchaikovsky

On the face of it, Firewalkers sounds and even reads like the sort of cautionary tale that you might expect to find in a future-set bottle episode of Doctor Who, a comparison that is made as a compliment rather than a criticism. Due in part to both its genre as adult sci-fi and Tchaikovsky’s ruthlessness as an author, however, the tale itself is much darker than one you might find on pre-watershed BBC. In the space of the first chapter, Tchaikovsky sets the scene, the status quo, our main character’s motivations, and also the fictional history of the dystopian world we find ourselves delving into within this novella.

From very early on we feel as if we know all of the ins-and-outs of where some of the last survivors of the human race are huddled together in Ankara Achouka, a multicultural melting pot in the equatorial desert which has last seen better days a very long time ago. Tchaikovsky introduces us to our cast of characters consisting of Mao himself, as well as Lupé, an engineering prodigy, and Hotep, an albino former-elite from high above in the Grand Celeste spaceship who was cast down to Earth due to undiagnosed special needs labelling her as ‘less than’ when it comes to those who are worthy of escaping the burning rock we call home. The latter picking up her nickname due to an uncanny resemblance to a certain monster from Bubba Ho-Tep when wearing her life-saving bandages to hide from the scorching rays of the Sun (instantly earning a +1 in our assessment of the novella) is a constant reminder of the future which might lie ahead of us should climate change continue in its current downward spiral.

Tchaikovsky wastes no time with this novella; clocking in at just ten chapters spread over roughly two hundred pages, he really doesn’t have the time to do so. In a concise and often thrilling fashion, the reader is brought on an odyssey through the equatorial desert which will soon encompass the entire world, meeting the occasional straggling pocket of society along the way as a reminder that not everyone suckles at the teat of the elevator shaft for scraps from those up high – except those that don’t are the ones who are the closest to extinction. The irony of meeting a man named Bastien who is the last survivor of a protein factory which produced genetically-modified insects that now roam the skies at the grand size of three feet in length is not lost on us.

When our trio finally reach their destination, an old scientific research facility that has been leeching precious electricity from their homestead, the task of fixing it is made considerably difficult by the presence of a rogue artificial intelligence with a grudge against the elite who abandoned both it and the Earth; but mostly for the former. An ethical debate here and a daring escape from a swarm of metre-long locusts there and the team return home, a thumb drive containing a veritable kill switch for the holier-than-thou spaceship in tow, to find their town in chaos as the metaphorical ladder has been pulled up behind the last person to ascend to the Grand Celeste.

The novella ends on a sombre note. After raging against the dying of the light, our heroes give in to temptation and enact the plan proposed to them by the AI and put in motion the deaths of everyone aboard the spaceship so that the cursed down below can ascend and take their place. When we last see Mao he is weighed down by guilt over the deaths of so many innocents, but hopeful at the prospect of love with a simulated human interface he became smitten with back on Earth given human form in a cloned body by the now-benevolent AI. The very same AI which now runs the spaceship up there and is in charge of terraforming the world down here over the course of centuries so that some day humanity can once again live on the planet which we pillaged for its resources and burned to a cinder as a result.

In conclusion, Firewalkers is an incredibly-engrossing read which hits the mark in all categories. The worldbuilding is second to none, with every slang term being simultaneously alien and familiar and every futuristic invention remaining believable and feasible. The divide between the rich who receive salvation and the poor who receive damnation is a heart-wrenching status quo that is all-too-familiar to an unfortunate amount of people, as is their pained ‘grass is always greener’ mindset. The people whose lives we catch a glimpse of would and do literally kill for water in this scorched landscape, and yet half a world away another pocket of humanity drowning from another result of climate change would do the same for a patch of dry land. The simulated human who Mao falls in love with is tragically beautiful in its existence, innocent and perfect by design but lacking the self-awareness of its AI creator, perhaps signalling the end of the cycle of creation. God put humans on the Earth, who in turn created AI, which in turn created a simulation that is not capable of creation. Funny, then, that it is the AI who inherits both the Earth and the last home of humanity. Although a sequel exploring these themes even further would be welcome, Firewalkers is more than satisfying as a stand-alone novel. Sometimes it is okay for stories to be finite, just like the resources man so unforgivingly pillages from the ground beneath our feet.

Final Score: 10/10

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