Among
Others
Jo
Walton
2010
Awards:
Nebula, Hugo
Rating:
★
★
★
★
–
Among Others is the poignant but
never too mushy story of Mori, a fifteen-year-old Welsh girl coming to grips
with the recent death of her identical twin sister, the malicious madness of
her mother, her reintroduction to her alcoholic, absentee father, and her new, obnoxious
private girls’ school.
The
book is written in the form of Mori’s diary, and it is well done; the daily
entries give very little explanatory background, as would be true if she really
had written them for herself alone. Anything you learn about her history, like
how her sister died, or how she became permanently disabled so she walks with a
cane and constant pain, or how her mother really is an evil, malign witch bent
on controlling her, you find out almost incidentally as she records events in
her present life. It makes her past all the more intriguing and ominous.
Two
interests pervade Mori’s world and help to ground her as she navigates the shoals
of her life. One is magic and the other is books.
Like
her mother, Mori has the ability to perceive and influence magic in the world
around her. Magic is everywhere for her. Sometimes it is evil and she must
avoid it or defend herself from it, and sometimes it is helpful and soothing,
but it is always more or less there.
Mori
explains that magic doesn’t really work the way it is supposed to in books. Real
magic is subtle, slow-moving and sometimes anticlimactic. It doesn’t work instantly;
it works by shifting things around so that what you want to have happen does
happen, eventually, but you’re never really sure whether it was the magic that
did it or if it would have happened anyway. For example, there was a Phurnacite
factory near the home where she grew up. She and her sister performed a ritual
to make it go away, and it did, but it took the form not of the factory immediately
disappearing in a puff of smoke, but of the factory the next day announcing it
was running out of money and was laying off its employees. She never really knew
if her actions had made it go bankrupt and leave.
Mori
can also sense when objects contain magic. Objects are imbued with magic by how
a person uses them—with evil or with fondness. Mori’s Grampar’s chair is only
truly comfortable and settled when Grampar is sitting in it. Mori’s aunt has a
knife that she cut her hand on once, and the knife has had a hankering for
blood ever since.
And,
perhaps most importantly, Mori is able to see faeries. She can communicate with
them, after a fashion, and they often ask her to do practical things for them
that they, in their insubstantial form, cannot do. The faeries, too, aren’t
what they are supposed to be in books. They don’t always look like people;
sometimes they look like dogs or gnarled stumps or combinations of creatures. They
speak vaguely and unclearly in unspecific terms without many nouns, and they
are very skittish.
Mori
is comfortable with her more passive powers, like sensing the magic in objects
or communicating with faeries. But she has a moral dilemma about doing active
magic. Over the course of the book, she starts to feel that it is morally wrong
because it is all about manipulating other people to get what you want. It turns
everyone into puppets. Are her friends really her friends because they truly like
her, or because she magicked them to like her? What if everything she does and
thinks is because of someone doing magic on her in the future? It’s an original
perspective that fits perfectly with Mori’s heightened self-awareness.
The
other pervasive element in Mori’s life is books—particularly science fiction. She
reads a LOT. It is the main thing she shares with her father, and it is the way
she eventually makes friends (through an after-school SF book club that she may
or may not have magicked into being).
On
the one hand, it is fun that she is so voracious and so steeped in the genre. But
on the other hand, the constant references to specific books, particularly the now
more obscure ones by authors of the ‘60s and ‘70s, started almost immediately
to seem like ostentatious and exclusive. Mori would often use them to illustrate
something going on in her real life, with little helpful context. I could see
it getting pretty annoying if you hadn’t read all the same books she had. She would say, for example, “I named the dramroads
after places in The Lord of the Rings when I should have recognised that they were
from The Chrysalids,” with little
explanation of either book or what that comparison means. It’s like a Victorian
novel where the author sprinkles Latin and German sayings in the text without
translating them.
I
felt like Mori was also a little too breathily in love with SF books of any
stripe. She loves practically everything she reads, with hardly anything critical
to say about any of them (with the occasional exception of Philip K. Dick and
some questions about character motivation). Just because a book is science
fiction, that doesn’t mean it’s automatically “brill.”
Also,
if I could descend a little bit myself into the name-dropping foible, I don’t
understand Mori’s gushing admiration for certain authors in particular. I mean,
yes, I completely agree that Lord of the
Rings is head and shoulders above almost everything else. And I agree with
how obnoxious it is when other books compare themselves to Tolkien on their
jackets. And I’m in complete agreement with her assessment of Zelazny as a
brilliant stylist and idea man. But Delany and Heinlein are two of her absolute
favorites. A
couple people do call Mori on her passion for Heinlein and how contradictory it
is with her passion for Zelazny and LeGuin. She defends herself by saying that
Heinlein is not about fascism or authoritarianism, but about loyalty, and duty,
and revolution against authority, and taking care of yourself. Which is true in
some cases, but certainly not all, and I don’t know how she, of all people, could
overlook his misogyny.
Sci-fi knowledge
showing-off aside, though, I really enjoyed this book. Walton’s writing is
clean and smart and accessible. She uses some parenthetical asides and side
stories unrelated to the main plot, but they add color and are not distracting
or annoying the way they were in Mr. Norrell.
And
Mori is a very appealing main character. Her relationship with her boyfriend
does get a little lovey-dovey, but in general she is very independent-minded and
realistic (even about the faeries). She deals impressively well with her
distant father and her terrifying, controlling witch mother even though she gets very
little support from either peers or adults. The lesson she learns, in the end,
is that none of us is perfect and handles everything right all the time, but you
only grow by facing your fears and dealing with them head on as well as you
can.
I just finished this and was interested to see how divided reader comments are on amazon. Then I thought -- I'll see what you think. I have read less science fiction than you but generally I didn't mind the references even though I didn't understand them. I've never read a novel that referenced so many books. I loved the repeated praise for interlibrary loan and libraries in general! I really liked the main character.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathy! I'm glad you enjoyed the book, and Mori, and especially the plugs for library use. And I'm pleased as anything you went and looked for my review!
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