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Dec. 7th, 2013 12:25 amSo technically I am an hour late on
rymenhild's December meme request to fanwank Kage Baker's Company novels in such a way as to preserve the awesome and jettison the OMGWTFBBQ, but given that I went straight from work to a six-hour car ride to DC I hope I will be forgiven!
Okay, so the Company novels. What you need to understand about the Company books is that I discovered the first book, In the Garden of Iden, probably about a year after it was published in 1997. I was thirteen and fell head over heels for Mendoza, misanthropic teen cyborg botanist in Elizabeth England, and her doomed and tragic romance with a brilliant heretic, and her equally doomed and tragic semi-father-daughter-relationship with the cyborg who created her, and Kage Baker's dark and hilarious blend of incredibly well-researched historical fiction and deeply cynical science fiction dystopia populated with SO MANY SAD FASCINATING CYBORGS. I devoured each new book as it came out! I fell in love with every single side character introduced! I was more than happy to let Kage Baker spend forty pages describing a bunch of cyborgs MST3K-ing D.W. Griffith's Intolerance; that kind of thing was EXACTLY WHAT I WAS HERE FOR.
In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that Kage Baker and her massive nerdouts about film history are a significant part of the reason why I am right now a moving image archivist. I referenced these books in my entrance essay to grad school -- and to be clear, this was after the last couple books came out; I was at that point under no illusions. But there is no way for me to shake how important the Company books are to me and how many feelings I am ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE ABOUT THEM.
But . . . the last couple books. Oh, the disappointing and quite frankly horrifying aspects of the last couple books. OH, MY OVERPOWERING DESIRE TO FEED EDWARD ALTON BELL-FAIRFAX, VICTORIAN DOUCHEBAG, TO THE CROCODILES.
So how would I fanwank fix the series? Well, I could write out a detailed and thoughtful treatment that took into account all the threads of the plot, but that would probably require me to reread the last book, which to be honest I have mostly blocked out of my mind except for everything involving Lewis and Princess Tiana Parakeet and immortal cyborg William Randolph Hearst. So right now, at 1 AM after a very long car ride, my diagnosis is pretty simple:
- MENDOZA FEEDS EDWARD ALTON BELL-FAIRFAX, VICTORIAN DOUCHEBAG, TO THE CROCODILES ROUND ABOUT THE MACHINE'S CHILD, AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER
(And then think of all the things a Mendoza liberated from the awful warping factor of Edward Alton Bell-Fairfax could do! She could go rekindle her friendship with Nan! She could plot revolution with Latif and Suleyman! She could sort out her relationship with Joseph! Hell, she could go hang out and shoot the breeze with Juan Bautista and his thirty pet birds and THAT WOULD MAKE FOR AN INFINITELY BETTER AND MORE REWARDING STORY than any plotline she had in the last two books.)
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Okay, so the Company novels. What you need to understand about the Company books is that I discovered the first book, In the Garden of Iden, probably about a year after it was published in 1997. I was thirteen and fell head over heels for Mendoza, misanthropic teen cyborg botanist in Elizabeth England, and her doomed and tragic romance with a brilliant heretic, and her equally doomed and tragic semi-father-daughter-relationship with the cyborg who created her, and Kage Baker's dark and hilarious blend of incredibly well-researched historical fiction and deeply cynical science fiction dystopia populated with SO MANY SAD FASCINATING CYBORGS. I devoured each new book as it came out! I fell in love with every single side character introduced! I was more than happy to let Kage Baker spend forty pages describing a bunch of cyborgs MST3K-ing D.W. Griffith's Intolerance; that kind of thing was EXACTLY WHAT I WAS HERE FOR.
In fact, it is not an exaggeration to say that Kage Baker and her massive nerdouts about film history are a significant part of the reason why I am right now a moving image archivist. I referenced these books in my entrance essay to grad school -- and to be clear, this was after the last couple books came out; I was at that point under no illusions. But there is no way for me to shake how important the Company books are to me and how many feelings I am ALWAYS GOING TO HAVE ABOUT THEM.
But . . . the last couple books. Oh, the disappointing and quite frankly horrifying aspects of the last couple books. OH, MY OVERPOWERING DESIRE TO FEED EDWARD ALTON BELL-FAIRFAX, VICTORIAN DOUCHEBAG, TO THE CROCODILES.
So how would I fanwank fix the series? Well, I could write out a detailed and thoughtful treatment that took into account all the threads of the plot, but that would probably require me to reread the last book, which to be honest I have mostly blocked out of my mind except for everything involving Lewis and Princess Tiana Parakeet and immortal cyborg William Randolph Hearst. So right now, at 1 AM after a very long car ride, my diagnosis is pretty simple:
- MENDOZA FEEDS EDWARD ALTON BELL-FAIRFAX, VICTORIAN DOUCHEBAG, TO THE CROCODILES ROUND ABOUT THE MACHINE'S CHILD, AND EVERYTHING IS BETTER
(And then think of all the things a Mendoza liberated from the awful warping factor of Edward Alton Bell-Fairfax could do! She could go rekindle her friendship with Nan! She could plot revolution with Latif and Suleyman! She could sort out her relationship with Joseph! Hell, she could go hang out and shoot the breeze with Juan Bautista and his thirty pet birds and THAT WOULD MAKE FOR AN INFINITELY BETTER AND MORE REWARDING STORY than any plotline she had in the last two books.)