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World Fantasy Award Winner Michael Crawford is forced to flee when discovers his bride brutally murdered in their wedding bed. Yet it is not the revengeful townspeople he fears but the deadly embrace of the malignant spirit that is claiming him as her bridegroom. Crawford will not travel alone; soon he is aided by his fellow victims, the greatest poets of his day--Byron, Keats, and Shelley. Together they embark upon a desperate journey, crisscrossing Europe and battling the vampiric fiend who seeks her ultimate pleasure in their ravaged bodies and imperiled souls. Telling a secret history of passion and terror, Tim Powers (The Anubis Gates, Declare, Three Days to Never) masterfully recasts the tragic lives of the Romantics into a uniquely frightening tale. Back in print for the first time since 1994, this newly revised edition of The Stress of Her Regard will thrill both Powers fans and newcomers to this gripping Gothic tour de force.… (more)
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This is an intense literary-historical fantasy that challenges the reader with a wealth of allusions and deeply conceived and constructed ideas. The premise--which explains some of the odd behavior and fascinations of nineteenth century Romantic poets Byron, Shelley and Keats by positing the notion that they were all interacting, to some degree, with vampiric supernatural beings spun out of European fable and myth--is complex enough. Add to that a protagonist embroiled in a murder plot, early obstetrics, and his own tragic past, as well as a complicated woman who is so much more than a love interest, and you have a rich loam of story into which the reader's mind roots and grows.
There is not a moment in this book where the reader stops thinking. While Powers constructs a plot with the ups and downs of a roller coaster, at no point are we simply "along for the ride". Every page engages one's rational faculties, philosophical perspective, or emotional core. I, for one, found myself fascinated even by the epigraphs that began each chapter, which alluded both to the novel's themes and to the historical personages Powers machinated into the book.
Powers has said that he writes inside the spaces of history -- according to WikiPedia, he states "I made it an ironclad rule that I could not change or disregard any of the recorded facts, nor rearrange any days of the calendar – and then I tried to figure out what momentous but unrecorded fact could explain them all." Rather than taking liberties with the record, he looks for the patterns and the mysterious moments in the lives of particular figures, then speculates what fantastical images or events could inhabit that space. In this novel, one is especially conscious of that method -- the extracts from letters, poetic epigraphs, and precise dates are all reminders, but so is the realism of the characters and their environments. Even though I have read and taught Romantic poetry, I had not previously thought of the poets in such a human way as I did while reading their fictional endeavors. Perhaps that seems strange, but Powers' rich renderings make even the most exotically mythic encounters seem possible.
The novel is not an easy read, by any measure; it is a book that asks you to take your time and read with consideration. It also, as is typical of Powers, contains much more than one expects; there were multiple moments, while reading, that I thought the climax had come and gone, only to find that there were 200 or 100 or 50 pages yet to go and the most intense moment was just around the corner. There were even, again, as often happens with Powers, moments where I asked aloud, "what else can he possibly fit into this book?!" While that rarely felt overdone, in the big picture, it can be exhausting for an unprepared reader. When I began this novel, I did not anticipate how epic in scope it would be; by the end, I felt I had read a lifetime, not just a book.
The novel closes with one of the most elegant last lines I have ever read -- which I will not spoil here -- but there are few books that offer such satisfyingly subtle, melancholic, yet somehow sweet endings. Lines like that resonate long after the book is closed, and Powers is full of them. For sheer craft and style alone, this book is worth reading, but it is also so much more than that. An absolutely necessary read, especially for fans of thought-provoking fantasy, historical fiction with a supernatural twist, or even that fan of serious literary fiction who doesn't think fantasy can do it right.
Review: When I was looking for my next book to read, I saw this title on my Kindle and thought "Oh, hey, historical fiction and vampires, should be fun, and totally appropriate for an "I-am-not-overfond-of-air-travel-so-I-get-to-read-trashy-books-as-a-reward-when-I'm-on-a-plane" book." Right? Right? Wrong. So very wrong. This book was dense, complicated, and twisty in a way that made it really difficult for me to keep a lot of things straight. It wasn't a bad read, but it was a read that required more brain power and undivided attention than I really had free to give it, and it was also a lot more serious and dense than I was expecting.
A lot of this is because Powers's worldbuilding is really, really complex. I love the fact that he incorporated all kinds of folklore and mythology and history into a single cohesive idea. I also love the fact that he managed to work this story into the real history, into the lives of real people, without (insofar as I know; I am by no means an expert - or even a well-informed amateur - on the period and people involved) altering what's known from the historical record. He manages to pull quotes from the writings (published and personal) of the romantic poets and their contemporaries that support his version of events, and weaves it all together so well that I started to think "What if this really were what happened? What if this is how it works? Could I prove that it wasn't true?" It's rare that a book manages to pull that off, but I absolutely love when one does (Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children is another example, although they're otherwise not particularly similar.)
But the problem with all that complexity is that it makes for very confusing reading if you're not going slowly and paying attention, and sometimes even when you are. I spent a lot of the book not entirely clear on the differences between an individual who is born into the "family", vs. those that marry into it, vs. those that are outside but eager to attract a lamia, vs. those that are attracted to the humans who are lamia-touched, etc. Not to mention the extent of lamia powers, what they can and can't do, and what they do or don't do to humans, how they're related to the Graeae, how the Graeae work to influence probility, and so on. Even after having slogged through the entire 400-odd pages, I'm *still* not sure I understand it well enough to give a coherent explanation or summary. I'm sure it all does fit together - nothing in this book gave the impression of being random or ill-thought-out - but the underlying order didn't always come across clearly on the page.
This detail-packed but not always clearly delineated style came across in the pacing as well. There are certainly some very tautly suspenseful and effectively creepy scenes, in particular most of the confrontations with the lamia. The initial scene, where Michael puts the wedding ring on a statue, which then closes its hand when he's not looking, was scary enough that I didn't want to read it after dark... and not just because it reminded me of the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who. (That sure didn't help, though.) There were other scenes that were just as good; the problem was that I found a lot of the interstitial parts much slower going. It may be because I'm not particularly familiar with the romantic poets, or it may just have been the style of the book, but I had a really hard time connecting with any of the characters, which made it difficult to really get invested in the parts of the story where nothing much was happening.
In short, this book took a lot of very interesting ideas and wove them all together in a creative and fascinating way, but the actual execution of the story itself, while perfectly fine on a technical level, just didn't always work for me. 3.5 out of 5 stars.
Recommendation: This would probably be best for people who like their fantasy more on the literary side, both in terms of the density and complexity of the prose, as well as in the sense that it involves actual figures from literary history.
Again, it's a simple enough idea -- what if the muses of the great Romantic poets were actual supernatural beings, a kind of psychic vampire? From that
As ever with Powers the language is lyrical, the imagery is staggeringly well conceived and the characters meticulously drawn. There are majestic supernatural set pieces high in the Alps and in the narrow canals and palaces of Venice, musings on the nature of reality, and tying it all together a fractured love story that starts, and ends, in an English pub garden.
It's such a beautifully put together novel. I'm in envy of the man's talent.
In this case, its a mock gothic set in the early 1800's on the premise that for 800 years many of the major European poets got their gift from being victims of an elder race of non human intelligences that are sort of vampires, sort of Melusine snakes, sort of incubus/succubus shape shifting rock monsters. The story centers on the efforts of Shelly, Byron, Keats, various of their associates and a guy named Michael Crawford teaming up to try win free of the creatures.
Lots of this is great fun. So that's the plus. The minus is that I felt like it went on entirely too long and eventually it just wore out its welcome with me. The first three times they were in a pitched battle with monsters trying to devour them, I was right in there rooting for them. By the seventh trip through the same territory I was a little tired of the landscape and starting to think about what might be for lunch.
Still, I think its well worth reading, and there are many reviewers for whom it clearly didn't wear thin. So if it sounds interesting I say check it out and see how your mileage varies.
Like all of the books I have read by Tim Powers, this is an adventure story that puts all of the characters in deep peril. They travel from England through Europe and they endure many physical and mental hardships. It is also a story about addiction. They all become addicted to the vampires for different reasons; to feel loved, to write poetry, through despair. Once addicted, they deny it and make excuses and conveniently forget what has happened. Even when the vampires kill their loved ones their will is too weak to give up whatever the creatures provide.
The story is well researched. The historical characters are well constructed and the author adheres to the actual stories of the many tragedies in their lives. The story opens with the fateful night when Byron, Shelley, Mary Shelley, and Polidori are challenged to write a ghost story. Polidori and Mary Shelley take up the challenge with one writing the first vampire story and the other writing “Frankenstein.”
In terms of the number of elements he put together in his plot, the complexity of historical events he had to fit his plot into the interstices of, this may be Powers most accomplished novel.
Powers fits together the lives of several historical figures --
Not all of them are from the featured poets. The wonderful title phrase comes from a Clark Ashton Smith poem (Powers is a fan.). Some of the epigraphs are also quotes from letters.
are several of the familiar Powers elements here. The maiming of characters is taken to the extreme of any Powers' novel. Protagonist Michael Crawford loses one whole finger, part of another, gets a permanent limp from being shot in the leg, and goes bald after spending some time offering himself as a Christ parody to the blood drinking sexual underground of the nephilim fetishists. Josephine Carmody loses an eye. There are family issues -- the whole idea of some humans being adopted by the nephilim family. John Keats' poem "Lamia" is one of the major influences on the story. The portrayal of the nephilim as beautiful, erotically attractive, and snake-like -- as well as linked with Medusa -- comes from that poem There is also a fully believable romance, forged in adversity and self-sacrifice (a noble trait many Powers heroes come to embrace), between Josephine and Crawford. Incest -- a plot element of Powers Fisher King trilogy -- is here with Shelley and his nephilim twin sister. As with Powers' The Drawing of the Dark, there is magic in high places, here in a thrilling scene (which, in other novels, would have been the climax but is here about a third of the way in the book) set in the Swiss Alps. Of course, Powers' Declare with its scenes on Mount Ararat also features magic in high places as well as sharing the idea of the nephilim.
Austro-Hungarian politics show up here as they do in The Drawing of the Dark. Josephine's multiple personalities would show up later in the character of Plumtree in Powers' Earthquake Weather. Byron, of course, also shows up (as a quite different sort of character -- he comes off as a very difficult person here and a bit of a jerk -- if a very talented one) in Powers' The Anubis Gate.
I didn't quite like this novel as well as Declare even though the Romantic poets were as interesting of characters as Kim Philby and the plotting was even more intricate -- if not alternating back and forth in time like that novel. (Stylistically, it seemed to me that Powers reveals a major part of his fantasy element -- the existence and characteristics of the nephilim -- earlier than his other fantasy novels.) However, I didn't think he quite integrated the speculations touching on quantum physics and what, exactly, Werner the Austro-Hungarian was up to.
An instant later he saw why, for a flash of lightning abruptly lit the yard: and the stone hand was now closed in a fist,
The story starts the night before naval doctor Michael Crawford's wedding, when he places his wife-to-be's wedding ring on a statue's finger for safekeeping, not realising that by doing that he has entered into a mystical marriage with an inhuman being that can appear as a man or a woman, a winged serpent, or a statue. Crawford is soon forced go into hiding as a suspected murderer and while living incognito in London, he starts to learn about the creatures known as Nephilim or Lamias from the poet John Keats, who has come across them in the past. After travelling to the continent he realises that Keats is not the only poet in thrall to inhuman muses who inspire their poetry to great heights, but endanger their families doe to their jealousy.
The plot is convoluted, I found the enthralled men's attempts to free themselves in the Alps and in Venice quite confusing, and on re-reading it I didn't enjoy it as much as I remembered liking it the first time I read it back in the 1980s, maybe because I felt differently about Crawford this time. I don't remember disliking him the first time I read it, so maybe I am less sympathetic towards his plight and the choices he makes than when I was younger. But what I still like about it is how well the fantastic story of the vampiric shapeshifters is entwined with the historical events of the poets' lives and the themes of their poetry.
As a side note - I had the pleasure of being on a panel discussion on Religion and Horror with Powers at a WorldCon many moons ago. He was one of the few authors on the panel that didn't disdain religion and it felt he approached it from one who's been there. I had forgotten it until reading this novel, and it is nice to see it put into practice.
But it was so very much not.
Vampires, succubi, fairy godmothers, muses – oh, and the
There was one good line: "Crawford blinked around at the steep streets and old houses and wondered what he was doing here, weary, fevered, and cabbage-decked" – and apart from that I fluctuated between boredom and tendencies to minor violence.
And when Lord Byron – Lord "Mad, Bad, and Dangerous To Know" – comes off as a repetitive bore (which he really, really does), that's a serious problem. (And I'm not too sure it's correct for him to be referred to as "the lord". That brings to mind a whole other guy.) The whole thing took itself very, very seriously indeed. Almost all of the humor was unintentional. And the whole surreal episode on the mountaintop … phew. I was grateful when it was over.
Even Simon Vance didn't seem too into it – he did everything possible with this, but he pronounced Byron's "Don Juan" the way everyone says it, not the way Byron apparently meant it. I was grateful when the whole book was over.
I would really like to see this re-released for Kindle, simply for the portability.
But how to review this book? It's a romantic vampire story that is the absolute antithesis of Twilight and its ilk. It
The Stress of Her Regard is a beautifully written "secret history" period piece set in the early 1800's. Several of the characters are known historical figures, (Lord Byron, Percy & Mary Shelley, John Keats, Ed Trelawney). The creative works of these people are enhanced... elevated to genius level by the influence of their muses, the vampires. But these elemental patrons are jealous beings! This is immediately brought to our attention near the beginning of the story when our protagonist, Michael Crawford, (after accidentally marrying a disappearing statue), awakens on the morning after his wedding night. To avoid spoilers, let's just say it's not a happy day for anyone in the little village of Bexhill-on-Sea.
Powers threads together a plethora of historical events into a cohesive fictional storyline that seems more real than reality itself. It's almost as if you are getting the true story behind the official historical one. I have not personally studied this particular time period in detail. However, in reading this book, I get the distinct feeling that, if I did delve into it, I would find not a crack in the timeline Powers presents, nor in the details of these peoples' lives and deaths. For example, the drowning death of Percy Shelley during a sailing accident, and the subsequent identification and cremation of his exhumed body on an Italian beach by Ed Trelawney, is incorporated seamlessly.
To sum up: this is one of my favorite Tim Powers books and falls squarely amongst the best fictional novels I've ever read. The sequel, Hide Me Among the Graves is a worthy follow-up as well.