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audio. oh my goodness it's good!!!

** I really thought this was a great book ~ as an audio book. I think in paper form, there were many aspects that would have frustrated me ~ I think I would have had a tough time separating each person/voice that was not an issue with the audio format.

I also thought the end was a bit of a let down. It was such a build up, I figured it would be huge. But, I did enjoy it. I really loved all the characters (even the odd librarian and shop people). It was a great adventure! ( )

9/10
I am not usually a reader of vampire or horror stories, but this book has a different feel to it—almost an historical fiction mystery. The author’s style is detailed but very readable. I found the alternating narrative timelines a bit difficult to follow, but they made sense from a story-telling perspective, peeling back the layers of family history. ( )

Originally written as an article on Ironichles:

For ages now I've been trying to figure out why novels like Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norell and The Historian work so well. Although the events and characters in those books are interesting, it can't really be said that 'and then ...' events play out. Most readers would even describe The Historian as having a disappointing ending. Why then are so many people excited about these books? My only conclusion is that the specific language used is incredibly enticing. Granted, the amount of environmental detail and the renderings of places and events are superbly rendered, but those are not what keeps everyone reading. There must be something else that keeps readers glued to their books.

Narratively rich books aren't a new thing, we've seen them come by for ages. Novels like Winter's Tale or anything by Neal Stephenson revolve mainly around detailed depictions of wonderful surroundings and colorful people. I could list many more stories where essentially nothing happens but where we're driving to keep on going. So why single out Jonathan Strange and The Historian? It seems that those books were specifically designed to engage and immerse readers rather than to drive then forward towards a conclusion. How does it work? What alchemical methods of writing are at work here? Here's a short excerpt from Jonathan Strange:

An elderly gentleman with faint blue eyes and faintly-coloured clothes (called either Hart or Hunt - Mr Segundus could never quite catch the name) faintly said that it did not matter in the least whether any body expected it or not. A gentleman could not do magic.. Magic was what street sorcerers pretended to do in order to rob children of their pennies. Magic (in the practical sense) was much fallen off. It had low connexions. It was the bosom companion of unshaven faces, gypsies, house-breakers; the frequenter of dingy rooms with dirty yellow curtains. Oh no! A gentleman could not do magic. A gentleman might study the history of magic (nothing could be nobler) but he could not do any. The elderly gentleman looked with faint, fatherly eyes at Mr Segundus and said that he hoped Mr Segundus had not been trying to cast spells.

I find it difficult to really put my finger on precisely why this works so well but I do see a couple of patterns. First of all the text is written to be narrated, meaning to be read out loud. Normally when we read a novel the voice telling the story is neutral. Instead, you, the reader, voices the narration and you add your own inflections and colour. In Jonathan Strange the author has almost explicitly added certain inflections and tone and done so in very clever way to entice us to read the text as if someone other than ourselves narrates or voices the story. Some might be uncomfortable by this and read the text as if they are being treated like a small child, and I can empathize with that, there is a certain 'being spoken to' sensation as you work through the text.

But there is more going on. This fictional novel takes place around the beginning of the 19th century. We can tell that by the use of words such as 'connexions'. Other smaller bits of text here and there gives us hints that we're not quite talking the here and now but notice how we're not reading pure Victorian prose either. Historical references and customs such as language use has been glossed over and polished while at the same time not losing that sense of reading dated fiction. We could combine the the text is historically treated with the first observation that the language has been chosen to sound narrated. In both cases the choice of words and the sentence construction is deliberately smooth and mellifluous.

As a final observation I would like to point out that the narrative contains a rather rapid wavering back and forth between various emotions. Not that other stories are that balanced, we wouldn't read them if they didn't take us on an emotional voyage. But in this small piece of text we're thrown back and forward quite a lot in short succession. We see something similar in the Historian, which at least in the beginning replaces the deliberate narrator's voice with an unfortunate chicklit tone. Luckily that sensation disappears after a few chapters. Take a look at the excerpt below:

At this point, my sense of guilt?and something else, too?made me put the letter hastily back in its envelope, but I thought about it all that day and all the next. When my father returned from his latest trip, I looked for an opportunity to ask him about the letters and the strange book. I waited for him to be free, for us to be alone, but he was very busy in those days, and something about what I had found made me hesitate to approach him. Finally I asked him to take me on his next trip. It was the first time I had kept a secret from him and the first time I had ever insisted on anything.

If we look at the very first sentence we could split it into: Guilt-Uncertainty-Fear-Pensiveness, and in that order. The effect this has is that we look to the author to give us guidance as to how we should actually think and feel about the text. The Historian is a historical novel and that was a clever choice because it allows the author to fall back on hard facts when this constant wavering gets too much and we can slip back into emotional overtones when the amount of historical detail becomes too much. I've noticed that in The Historian those two states are kept fairly separate, something Dan Brown doesn't do as sophisticated in his novels. In The Historian we also see the same language mechanisms outlined for Jonathan Strange and both novels feel eerily similar and only differ in the context and subject of the story.

There must be much more going on in the two chosen stories than the points I mentioned here but they are not as easy to nail down and describe. In fact they raise more questions than provide answers. For example in Jonathan Strange entire episodes from known history are rewritten to suit the narrative without anyone complaining that it didn't happen that way. How was that lack of expectation setup? It can't be the fact that you know it's a novel about magic, since many films and novels have reams of people who go into detailed rants about what's wrong with it.

To finish off I would like to add a small final observation and, which might be completely insignificant. It is that both novels were written by women. It could be that I haven't done a better examination and that I should add Neal Stephenson and Mark Helprin to balance things out but it does make me curious because there are a lot more distinctions between the male version of these types of narratives and the female versions of the same. ( )

So. This was an interesting book. I've read people comparing it to Da Vinci Code, and it is indeed kind of like that - if Dan Brown was a decent writer and at least strove to be historically accurate. This involves two pairs of people running around Europe, digging up clues to lead them to the next clue. This book, though, seems to be written by someone who had an advanced degree. It very much reads like acadamia - people giving papers at conferences and getting excited about obscure manuscripts. "Do you realize what this means? Those 15th century monks travelled THROUGH Wallachia, rather than going AROUND it on their journey to Bulgaria!!!" As a historian myself, I actually enjoyed all that, although many readers might not. The pace of this book is very slow - like doing research for your dissertation. If you like more action, then you might find this pace frustrating. I can see why many people give this book one star. What's less clear to me is why many people give it five stars. It's not bad at all. I found it entertaining --sort of academic horror lite. But the narrative choice of having three embedded narratives that are virtually indistinguishable could be very frustrating. And the romances were along the lines of "You're heterosexual, and so am I! Let's get together and feel all right!" Actually, the book seemed rather old-fashioned, as if it were written in the 50s or 70s rather than in the 21st century. There are an awful lot of coincidences, as well as McGuffins that I didn't really understand. Why in the world does The Book have no printing at all in it, only a woodcut? Why did one person in every generation of Dracula's descendants get a dragon tattoo?

It so happens that I recently read both Rebecca West's "Black Lamb and Grey Falcon," and Robert Kaplan's "Balkan Ghosts." This book literally covers the same territory, so a lot of the places and at least some of the history was already familiar to me. I probably enjoyed this book most as a sort of literary travelogue. They piece together Dracula's mystery very slowly, which I didn't mind, even though I occasionally lost the plot. The book definitely could have used more vampires, but what was in there gave nice thrills and chills. ( )