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Fantasy. Fiction. HTML: In 1941 the European war ended in the Farthing Peace, a rapprochement between Britain and Nazi Germany. The balls and banquets of Britain's upper class never faltered, while British ships ferried "undesirables" across the Channel to board the cattle cars headed east. Peter Carmichael is commander of the Watch, Britain's distinctly British secret police. It's his job to warn the Prime Minister of treason, to arrest plotters, and to discover Jews. The midnight knock of a Watchman is the most dreaded sound in the realm. Now, in 1960, a global peace conference is convening in London, where Britain, Germany, and Japan will oversee the final partition of the world. Hitler is once again on British soil. So is the long exiled Duke of Windsor�??and the rising gangs of "British Power" streetfighters, who consider the Government "soft," may be the former king's bid to stage a coup d'état. Amidst all this, two of the most unlikely persons in the realm will join forces to oppose the fascists: a debutante whose greatest worry until now has been where to find the right string of pearls, and the Watch Commander himself.… (more)
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It's so tightly tied with its predecessors that I don't want to talk about it in any particular detail, except to say that it's rather grim. Still highly recommend the series, though - but read it in order!
The Watch, a new official undercover security agency is responsible for rounding up Jews in the UK and sending them to camps in Germany, or to new ones being built in Britain. Inspector Carmichael, a rising police detctive in the previous two novels, is Head of the Watch, but has secrets. He is connected with the underground smugling Jews out. Also he is gay. His niece is in London for her coming out ball, but gets arrested by mistake at a demo and this starts the plot moving.
But it goes nowhere. The problem is that this scenario cannot be unmade - a deus ex machina is wheeled out but is entirely unconvincing. It is hard imagine what would work...This is a shame as the author certainly has the social mores of the pre-decimal era UK down pat. I remember the wealth I felt I had when I had saved up 10 shillings!
PS why did the paperback version in the UK come out eight years after the hardback?
Much of the tension in this one - and it gets nail biting at times - rises out of watching Inspector Carmichael's ward Elvira approach her coming of age in a Britain that has now been a fascist state for many years. Unlike the characters in the previous novels she has never known a world in which Jews and Communists didn't belong in work camps, in which she wasn't taught, in school and by her peers, that it is her duty to denounce anyone who opposes the state or even criticizes it too vehemently.
Elvira is a debutante and an aspiring scholar about to be presented at the Queen’s drawing room before going away to study at Oxford. She goes for fittings for her court dress, she envies her best friend just a bit for having nicer jewelry than she does, but supports her when she is too shy at parties. She flirts with an eligible man who takes her to a parade where the “family fun” includes floats, cotton candy, and jew taunting.
It’s a brilliant and chilling mixture – Jo Walton gives you an ordinary girl worrying about her hair and then just as you are relaxing into that familiar trope, she opens up the focus a little bit and shows you the nightmare that this girl routinely accepts as just the way things are. Its like walking down to the old corner shop for milk and having the ground drop out from under you. And then, oh then this Elvira who has been taught all her life to denounce the unsound and the disloyal, begins to suspect and understand that her “Uncle” Carmichael is not perhaps the pillar of fascist society that she has grown up thinking he was.
Just as she is observing the coming of age rituals of her society Elvira is also approaching emotional and intellectual adulthood, beginning to look at some of the hard realities that underlie the nursery school explanations and truisms that have satisfied her until now, and to question whether the rules she grew up with are the rules she wants to live by. But this is a society where that kind of questioning gets people killed. If she decides to follow the rules, she’s probably going to get her Uncle killed, and if she decides not to follow them she’s probably going to get herself killed. So now we got us a nail biter!
If Walton had done no more that this, if having walked us step by frightening step right up into the arms of this psychological dilemma, she had let either of those two possibilities play out, this would have been a really good book. A four star for sure. But instead she suddenly takes a sharp right turn and goes to a new place. And although I stumbled a bit when she confounded my expectations, in the end I had to laugh and shake my head and fall in love with it. Some reviewers have said the ending didn’t work for them, but for me it’s what elevated the book to five stars.
At first it didn’t make sense to me but the longer I thought about it the more I realized that it did, oh how it did. I said that the first book made me see history without the insulation of hindsight, and here, dang it if she didn’t turn right around and do it to me again!
Oh, this is not a good narration … Terry Donnelly gives a very deliberate, measured, extraordinarily prissy performance for the Elvira portions of the book. I was so hoping there would be a brush of the Cockney now and then, but instead she sounds a very young teenager trying to be Maggie Smith. It's excruciating. (I've listened to samples of other books she's read – and they're fine. Lots of Irish–accented books, a couple of American, a couple of English, all listen–to–able. This…) The upper class is painful – the lower class is … *shudder* I also made note of one part in which someone is supposed to be shouting "Police!", which ought to have been an urgent, probably harsh call, as it was some members of a rioting crowd warning others. Instead, it was a languid, drawled sort of a word, more like Bertie Wooster hailing a cab, and in fact not deserving of the exclamation point. Nearly all audiobooks have moments where the narrator's intonation does not match the tone of the narrative – things like "Is he ever!" being read as "Is he ever?" But there seem to be more in this book, and some that were less understandable and … just odd. "Ogilvie realized this too", which should have had "Ogilvie" emphasized, came out as "Ogilvie realized this too".
Those Elvira portions of the book were altogether unpleasant. Even aside from the narration, I hated the character so much that she is largely responsible for my hatred of the book. Her mother left when she was six, and her father died when she was eight. Know how I know? BECAUSE I WAS TOLD SO, SEVERAL TIMES. In fact, if I wasn't told so in every Elvira chapter for the first two hours, it certainly felt like it. So that was exasperating. Then there was the simple fact that the girl herself was a nasty, ungrateful little wretch, and apparently completely self-centered. Her attitude toward Carmichael (and Jack), who took her in out of the goodness of his heart (and guilt) after her father was shot, was appalling. The fact that even though she lived with them in a less-than-palatial flat she had no idea the two of them were lovers was, I feel, more due to her egocentricity than the façade of clandestineness on the men's part. "Could they have any lives outside this room, the only place he ever saw them?" It was kind of hilarious when someone asked her, "You haven't observed anything that made you suspicious?" No, she hasn't, because she's an idiot eighteen-year-old girl. The Cinderella nonsense surrounding her wore thin very fast; at one point she complains about having to wear a polyester dress, in circumstances that rendered the whining offensively silly. Oh, good, I took down one quote regarding a coat, given her to cover the paper prison dress: "It was much too big in the shoulders, of course, and I'd never normally wear a beige coat, but the height was just right to be fashionable." My God.
The treatment she receives at the hands of the authorities loses any power to trouble me, because it simply isn't realistic that even a militant fascist state would suspect this bubbleheaded irritant of a girl of terrorism.
Carmichael was all right, I suppose; at least, I don't have any notes expressing hatred for him. Except for one note after he forgot to ask her about something vital ("Whatever else it was [Elvira] might have known, which he'd forgotten to ask her about" – OH MY GOD YOU MORON). But his lover/valet Jack was a paradox. Far be it from me to disbelief an autodidact – but I did. He came off as not very bright, but there were carefully added details about his extensive studies or whatever that made little sense. And he was used in one of the tropes which annoys me the most: I'm always disgusted by fictional spouses of cops (and doctors and other professionals who have wildly erratic hours) who become petulant over those erratic hours. Look – for the most part you knew what you were getting into; it's not the spouse's fault; shut up. In real life I'm sure it's extraordinarily difficult, and I sympathize. In fiction, it's intensely boring.
The alternate universe – in which AXIS won WWII – was not badly done; there's talk of airships instead of airplanes, and "Britain and Japan should divide America between them" (Oy. You try it, mate.) However, shouldn't Edward VIII have been a little higher up or something, cozy as he and Mrs. Simpson were with the Reich? And, as with the preceding books, there simply wasn't enough attention given to the differences between this world and that. It would at least have been a distraction from despising Elvira if I'd been kept off-kilter by the alien reality of a fascist, Hitler-led England. (My fingers ache just typing that.)
However.
Attention all British authors, past, present, and future, who try their hand at American characters: We do NOT all sound like Foghorn bleeding Leghorn. (I'm looking at you too, Conan Doyle.) We do NOT say "mighty" in every other sentence, and it's astonishingly irritating – and offensive – in a character whose American accent and dialect was formed at Princeton. Which is in New Jersey. Which is not a place you would hear "The countryside is mighty pretty…and London sure is entertaining." I was born and raised in Connecticut. I have never in my life heard anyone who was not pretending to be a cowboy say "mighty". And then there was "In his American accent". So… in almost 94 thousand square miles, the UK has more accents than I can count, but in America's THREE POINT EIGHT MILLION square miles we supposedly have … one? Get a clue. Now.
I loved this book up until the ending. It just felt too fast and easy. I don't mind an optimistic end for the trilogy, but this just comes out of nowhere. It wasn't believable.
This is the final novel in the author's Small Change trilogy set in an alternative post-Second World War historical setting where Britain made peace with Hitler after the Blitz and an authoritarian right wing government leads the country, cracking down on dissent, and
My review of book one praised the wide range of characters' sexuality, so that there was no stereotypical portrayal of "the queer one as fundamentally evil". Not so with disabled characters, despite the realistic expectation that a setting full of war veterans should be full of variously disabled people. If it were, then this wouldn't bug me because some disabled people are in fact misanthropic shits. But most of them aren't, and they need to be shown as much as non-evil queer people need to be shown.
(I am so sick of reading mysteries and finding that the person who did it (or conspired to have the crime committed) is the one who walks with a cane or uses a wheelchair or has a prosthetic leg, etc. It's obscene. How many children will tell you that Captain Hook goes after Peter Pan because he doesn't have a hand, instead of maybe because he's a pirate and sociopath? This is as ridiculous as all queer people supposedly being sexual predators. Fucking Victorian faulty logic. This shit needs to be deprogrammed ASAP.)
Anyway, that wasn't quite the point I turned off the ebook. I went several pages more to see if the girl protagonist would charm me enough to keep going. But she didn't, and the plot of her moral enlightenment into (presumably) something approaching a human being -- despite her adoptive parents being people I would expect a much better kid out of -- was just not something I wanted to read. I mean, thank god snotty teenagers grow up ("Fascism is fun!" o.O Really?), but I'd much rather read a traditional detective novel. Also, any book about the commander of the Watch shouldn't make me actively wish I were reading a Terry Pratchett novel instead.
I never skip to the end to find out how things resolve, but this time I think I'm going to. And then maybe I'll reread some Discworld as a palate cleanser.
Extended review:
Jo Walton's "Small Change" trilogy (nice title, that) comes to a rousing, seat-edging conclusion with Half a Crown. This alternate history, in which a brokered peace with Hitler has led to a fascist government in Britain,
Now commander of the Gestapo-like Watch, Carmichael has been covertly using his position to rescue victims of political injustice. As the stakes rise, he finds himself in an impossible conflict of personal priorities engineered by his highly placed adversaries.
Meanwhile, his ward Elvira, about to make her society debut by presentation to the young Queen Elizabeth, becomes unwittingly entangled in a political web that threatens the entire nation.
Once again I found the alternation between first-person and third-person narratives somewhat distracting, even though I could see sound reasons for it from a writer's point of view. But I was expecting it and it didn't really throw me off. Much more disconcerting is the author's habitual misconstruction of subjunctive verbs with the past perfect:
"I'd have loved to have talked to her about it" (page 160);
"Normanby would have preferred to have had everyone loathe and fear him" (page 208);
"I'd almost stopped being hungry and would have liked to have gone straight to bed" (page 259);
"I would have liked to have washed it" (page 275).
I'll spare you the rest of my examples. They're all the same, and they do run through all three novels.
Nonetheless, I was very much caught up in the story, thanks to the author's sound plotting, appealing focal characters, and imaginative treatment of historical possibility. The pervasive theme--using whatever advantages you have to make a positive difference--plays out marvelously with the intervention of an unlikely and unexpected heroine. I spent the second half of the book pretty much parked on the sofa reading and not doing much of anything else.
The exciting finish garnered the series-ender an extra half star. I was also pleased that she answered some questions left hanging in earlier installments. I'll be back for more Jo Walton.
I just wish that she or her editor would read up on verb tenses with subjunctive.
In 1960, when the novel is
As in the previous novels, Carmichael constitutes one point of view for Half a Crown, while the other, also as before, is provided by a young female first person narrator, this time Carmichael’s ward Elvira, a young debutante about to be presented to the Queen.
I liked both Farthing and Ha’penny a lot, Half a Crown… not quite as much; in fact it is the first novel by Jo Walton that I read which left me somewhat disappointed. This is mainly due to two reason: For one, Half a Crown completely jettisons the Cozy Mystery element of the other installments. One could argue that after eight years of fascism there is not much left in the way of Cozy, but the same could be said about Farthing, and Jo Walton did a brilliant job de-cozifying the Cozy Mystery in that novel. I think Half a Crown loses quite a bit of what made this trilogy special by becoming a “straight” alternate history novel – but that might just be a matter of personal preference.
And then, the alternate history of Half a Crown is not completely straightforward – but it is precisely here where the second, and I think much graver, problem lies. From the beginning of Farthing to almost the ending of Half a Crown, the Small Change trilogy has been a very bleak affair, with its main characters seeing things go ineluctably from bad to worse and, despite all of their attempts to stem themselves against the tide of evil, being swept away by it. Then, about twenty pages before the end of Half a Crown, Jo Walton plops a deus-ex-machina, fairy tale ending in front of readers and expects them to believe that everything is rosy again and the future full of hope.
Admittedly this ending was not a total surprise – right at the start, Walton hits readers over the head with the Cinderella motif and then keeps repeating it throughout the novel, to the point where I was wondering if maybe the novel was meant to be a regular mash-up between alternate history and fairy tale (like the previous had been between alternate history and cozy mystery). While it probably was, I do not think it was as successful – the fairy tale godmother waving her sparkly wand and making everything okay again just grated with everything that had gone before, and I did not think it was very plausible either. I was reminded of those American films where the day is saved if the hero only manages to tell some newspaper or TV station about the bad things going on, because of course everything will right itself if only people know what’s going on, except that, this being British, we get the Queen instead of the Press. I won’t say that the ending ruined the trilogy for me – for the simple reason that it did not, the first two novels are still excellent,and even this third is a good read – but it was a bit of a letdown.
Carmichal was a mere Inspector from Scotland Yard in the first book of this trilogy, but he has progressed to head of the Watch (the British secret police, focused particularly on Jews and political dissidents). A thoughtful man of principles and deep loyalties, he has nevertheless made a series of compromises and betrayals over the years. While outwardly he is the most threatening man in Britain, in private he is focused on three things: keeping his lover, Jack, safe; creating a genteel life for his ward, Elivra Royston; and smuggling Jews out of the country to safety. But he cannot juggle all three at once forever. When Elivra is accidentally embroiled in a plot to depose the Prime Minister, she and Carmichal will be forced to sacrifice much that they held dear.
In each book of the Small Change series, the tone has darkened; by this, the final book in the trilogy, matters are grim enough that greeting someone with "So I hear you're a fascist" is not an insult, but a complimentary bit of small talk. An entire generation has been raised with horrific values: even Elvira, a kind girl with intentions toward Oxford, thinks nothing of throwing rotten fruit at Jews. Walton does such an excellent job of slowly but surely tightening the noose that when relief does come, it feels a bit unearned. As much as I wanted to, I simply could not believe the ending of this trilogy. This is a series that deserves four stars at least, for its impeccable, thoughtful worlbuilding, nuanced character portraits, and chilling plots. But I can't help but feel a bit let down by the end.
There were some very good models that Walton could work with and against in creating her alternative history.
But the dilemma faced by the main character--essentially, on what terms to collaborate with an enemy who hates everything he values--isn't one that can be maintained for long.
The second book perhaps took things as far as they could be taken at a level of plausibility we might call serious.
This novel really goes well beyond that. The scenarios and action recall the airport thriller. Not that there's nothing here of value, just that the comparisons I think to make have gone from Peter Dickinson and Eric Ambler to, say, Robert Goddard. Again, far from awful, just a letdown (and perhaps an inevitable one) from the heights of Farthing.
This book has the same narrative structure as the first two, with chapters told from a female first-person POV alternating with those told from Carmichael's third-person
Although Half a Crown was a page-turner, I missed having a substantial plot. Farthing had its murder mystery and Ha'penny had its political thriller to drive their plots along, but the main thrust of Half a Crown is Carmichael's attempts to rescue Elvira, and it didn't quite measure up. Elvira shines in the ending, but I found it disappointing otherwise.
Set in mid-20th century England that has an alternate history.
Recommended.
This was a page-turner as tension built around Elvira and Carmichael. The resolution was a little too quick and easy and it left some threads hanging. I wish I could say that the alternate world that Walton created in this trilogy would never really exist, but in the current state of the world, it’s all too easy to imagine such a repressive social structure developing.
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