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Iron Council (New Crobuzon, #3)
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bookshelves: speculative, to-read-again
Mar 25, 2008
bookshelves: speculative, to-read-again
Read 2 times. Last read October 2, 2008.
Overtly political, teasingly intricate, and deeply intertextual, China Miéville's Iron Council is everything I expect to love in great speculative fiction, and nearly everything I know I love in Miéville's work.
Yet, since its publication, I have only read it once, and I still find myself ranking it third of Miéville's Bas-Lag books. I've been baffled by my restraint with Iron Council. My admiration of Miéville's other books is boundless, bordering on madness, and I haven't understood how a book so filled with wonders -- Toro and its teleportation headdress, Judah's time-golem, the Iron Council train and its unparalleled mobility, Spiral Jacob and his Teshian machinations to overthrow New Crobuzon -- could keep me at such a distance -- until today.
Today I recognized my problem with Iron Council (I am making my way through The Scar for the fourth time, you see, and it finally came clear). There is a character missing, a character that is fundamental to my admiration of Miéville's work. I can still appreciate him without this character; I can luxuriate in his gorgeous prose without this character; I can even lose myself in Bas-Lag without this character; but it is this character that makes Perdido Street Station and The Scar such fundamental books in my literary pantheon. And that character is place.
Perdido Street Station introduces us to New Crobuzon. And New Crobuzon becomes a character, not just a setting. It is not just the people who are being ravaged by the Slake Moths, but the sweltering, desert dryness of the Glasshouse, the shadows of the Ribs, the gardens of Sobek Croix, and the refuse of Griss Twist. These boroughs, bestowed with sensual reality, suffer as much from the literal "dreamshit" as the people who lose their minds do. And Miéville spends time making us know New Crobuzon. He lingers in every borough, makes us smell and taste and feel everything. It's his intention, and it makes New Crobuzon, perhaps, the most important character in Perdido Street Station.
The Scar, then, gives us Armada. Another character setting. Another unruly, sensually realistic, passionately crafted city, this time floating over the oceans of Bas-Lag, a giant Pirate vessel with its own internal politics, its own "quarters," its own industry, its own secrets and identity, all tethered loosely together as each ship is tethered to each ship in a technicolor mosaic of shipbuilding eclecticism.
But Iron Council gives us the world, and it is too much. Miéville offers too many places in his third book, and he never lets us know one place with anything close to the depth or intimacy we come to know New Crobuzon and Armada. There are wonders, yes, but they are too scattered, too sparsely drawn, too quickly passed over and through for them to percolate into our imaginations. And that is why Iron Council fails to live up to its predecessors (although I consider that higher praise than I would give most books).
It is not a coincidence that all Miéville's Bas-Lag books have, thus far, been titled after places. But Miéville doesn't just love places, he loves cities and expresses cities -- stationary or floating -- better than any author I've read, so his next book, The City & The City, should be a cracking return to what Miéville does best.
No, Iron Council isn't brilliant, but still it IS damn, damn good.
Yet, since its publication, I have only read it once, and I still find myself ranking it third of Miéville's Bas-Lag books. I've been baffled by my restraint with Iron Council. My admiration of Miéville's other books is boundless, bordering on madness, and I haven't understood how a book so filled with wonders -- Toro and its teleportation headdress, Judah's time-golem, the Iron Council train and its unparalleled mobility, Spiral Jacob and his Teshian machinations to overthrow New Crobuzon -- could keep me at such a distance -- until today.
Today I recognized my problem with Iron Council (I am making my way through The Scar for the fourth time, you see, and it finally came clear). There is a character missing, a character that is fundamental to my admiration of Miéville's work. I can still appreciate him without this character; I can luxuriate in his gorgeous prose without this character; I can even lose myself in Bas-Lag without this character; but it is this character that makes Perdido Street Station and The Scar such fundamental books in my literary pantheon. And that character is place.
Perdido Street Station introduces us to New Crobuzon. And New Crobuzon becomes a character, not just a setting. It is not just the people who are being ravaged by the Slake Moths, but the sweltering, desert dryness of the Glasshouse, the shadows of the Ribs, the gardens of Sobek Croix, and the refuse of Griss Twist. These boroughs, bestowed with sensual reality, suffer as much from the literal "dreamshit" as the people who lose their minds do. And Miéville spends time making us know New Crobuzon. He lingers in every borough, makes us smell and taste and feel everything. It's his intention, and it makes New Crobuzon, perhaps, the most important character in Perdido Street Station.
The Scar, then, gives us Armada. Another character setting. Another unruly, sensually realistic, passionately crafted city, this time floating over the oceans of Bas-Lag, a giant Pirate vessel with its own internal politics, its own "quarters," its own industry, its own secrets and identity, all tethered loosely together as each ship is tethered to each ship in a technicolor mosaic of shipbuilding eclecticism.
But Iron Council gives us the world, and it is too much. Miéville offers too many places in his third book, and he never lets us know one place with anything close to the depth or intimacy we come to know New Crobuzon and Armada. There are wonders, yes, but they are too scattered, too sparsely drawn, too quickly passed over and through for them to percolate into our imaginations. And that is why Iron Council fails to live up to its predecessors (although I consider that higher praise than I would give most books).
It is not a coincidence that all Miéville's Bas-Lag books have, thus far, been titled after places. But Miéville doesn't just love places, he loves cities and expresses cities -- stationary or floating -- better than any author I've read, so his next book, The City & The City, should be a cracking return to what Miéville does best.
No, Iron Council isn't brilliant, but still it IS damn, damn good.
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Reading Progress
Finished Reading
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March 25, 2008
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September 14, 2008
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October 2, 2008
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January 13, 2009
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to-read-again
November 29, 2010
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November 29, 2010
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new-novella
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November 29, 2010
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speculative
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November 29, 2010
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steampunk
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November 29, 2010
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weird
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November 29, 2010
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dystopian
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I've never read a KJ Bishop, but I'm a fan of Vandermeer like you. I'm going to hunt down some Bishop right now. Thanks, Wolfie
I would definitely recommend The Etched City by Bishop. While it is not nearly as evocative as Perdido Street Station (which always in my top 3 books, all time) it is still quite well written, with a similar emphasis on the city as character that is so prominently seen in Mieville's writing.
I recognize Iron Council's flaws, and I realize it's a bit weaker and stranger than PSS and The Scar, and I don't really care as much about Ori's part of the story, but it's still my favorite of the Bas-Lag Books. I'm still not sure why*. Perhaps it's time for another (fifth) reading.
Also: Clive Owen plays Cutter in my version of the movie.
*Edit: Wait, now I do. I had forgotten that I reviewed it too. Silly me.
Also: Clive Owen plays Cutter in my version of the movie.
*Edit: Wait, now I do. I had forgotten that I reviewed it too. Silly me.
It might, it might not. Iron Council is one of those love-it-or-hate-it books. Kraken didn't work for me, IC doesn't work for other folks, it's all a matter of different tastes.
Oh, and I second the Bishop rec.
Oh, and I second the Bishop rec.
Well, it definitely worked for me, just not to the extent the other two did, so I'm betting it will improve on further reading.
I need to track down the Bishop. Definitely.
I need to track down the Bishop. Definitely.
It may not be brilliant as a whole, but there are some brilliant moments. He does a good job with golems. And I seem to recall a city built into the shell of a gigantic living tortoise... Cool.
I agree with you that something is missing that would make me want to reread it. I, myself, have only read it one time; the other Bas-Lag books at least three. The city is why I read fantasy books by authors like Mieville, Vandermeer, or KJ Bishop.