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jowithtwoiis's review against another edition
3.0
Some good ideas and passable writing but it was slow and anticlimactic. Overall: Eh.
x_librarian's review against another edition
4.0
Good old fashioned Transylvanian vampire tale. No battling with moral dilemmas or hiding behind fine clothes and good manners. Just mindless monsters, much more closely related to zombies than today's suave vampires.
abaugher's review against another edition
4.0
wow, that was a quickie. finished it in less htan a full day.
good early vampire story, based on hundreds of stories researched by the author.
good early vampire story, based on hundreds of stories researched by the author.
sadetanssija's review
2.0
All tell, no show. Very simple, almost clumsy writing. I did not enjoy this but it wasn't atrociously bad.
inesm_92's review
adventurous
dark
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? It's complicated
- Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.25
renogan's review against another edition
dark
mysterious
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
2.75
charl0ttewise's review against another edition
mysterious
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? Plot
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? No
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
2.5
michaelcattigan's review against another edition
4.0
https://bookloverssanctuary.wordpress.com/2015/02/27/my-swordhand-is-singing-marcus-sedgwick/
Sedgwick has been on my radar for a few years now, creeping into the shortlists for the Carnegie Medal regularly. I'd previously read his White Crow, and Midwinterblood. The first of those I had thoroughly enjoyed, bouncing between time zones; the second was breathtaking, tracing echoes of a story back through generations and encompassing wartime escapes, ghost stories and vampires, all with a mythic resonance.
My Swordhand Is Singing is in many ways simpler than either of those: the structure is a straight forward chronological one; the narrative is strongly plot-driven; the language is sparse and economical.
The novel revolves around a father and son, Tomas and Peter, itinerant woodcutters who have settled in a small village called Chust in a Central European setting. In the vicinity of Romania. Or Transylvania.
Sedgwick, for me, captured two things effectively in this novel: the brooding presence of Mother Forest in which humanity is trying to carve out its niche; and the ritualised superstitions the villagers used to protect themselves from the oncoming winter. The tar daubed on houses. Hawthorn briars thrown into graves. The wedding of the dead. The haunting song of the dead, The Miorita. This is a community to which fear clung closely: the practical fear of a hard winter; the suspicious fear of strangers; the superstitious fear of the dead rising.
Because this is, at heart, a vampire tale - and that may well have been one reason why I had allowed it to slip down my to-be-read pile. Young Adult. Vampire. The fear of reliving the torture that was reading Twilight may have allowed other books to overshadow this one.
But, I could not have been more wrong! Sedgwick's undead "hostages" are as far removed from Edward Cullen - or indeed Stoker's Dracula - as you could want. He does not dwell too long on the descriptions of the undead but they are bloated corpses, twisted by jealousy and malevolence towards the living, more reminiscent of zombies than either the urbane Dracula or the glittery Cullens.
There are some confusions, I felt, in the depiction of the vampires. Characters told us that they returned to their homes after death, leaving their wives pale and weak - nodding the Lucy Westenra; or cunning enough to pretend to be another person. Yet there was a bestiality to them when we saw them and a bloodlust which seemed just a little jarring.
This may be the result of Sedgwick's deliberate attempt to create a vampire tale consistent with its earliest roots. He has clearly done his research and helpfully includes an Author's Note listing all the names they are known by: krvoijac, vukodlak, wilkolak, varcolac, vurvolak, liderc nadaly, liougat, kulkutha, moroii, strigoii, murony, streghoi, vrykolakoi, upir, dschuma, velku dlaka, nachzehrer, zaloznye, nosferatu. I knew some of these already - and can see potential derivations of The Brucolac, the vampire lord from China Miéville's The Scar - and nearly broke autocorrect copying them out! I do wonder whether the effort to reconcile such divergent original stories explains for some of the slight contradictions.
There is a presence in the novel of the Shadow Queen who, even within the universe of the novel, occupies a space between myth and superstition. This novel's sequel, The Kiss Of Death, picks up on Peter's quest to find her. There's certainly enough here to make me keep an eye out for that one, although, set in Venice, away from the primitive world of Mother Forest, it would have a very different tone.
Sedgwick has been on my radar for a few years now, creeping into the shortlists for the Carnegie Medal regularly. I'd previously read his White Crow, and Midwinterblood. The first of those I had thoroughly enjoyed, bouncing between time zones; the second was breathtaking, tracing echoes of a story back through generations and encompassing wartime escapes, ghost stories and vampires, all with a mythic resonance.
My Swordhand Is Singing is in many ways simpler than either of those: the structure is a straight forward chronological one; the narrative is strongly plot-driven; the language is sparse and economical.
The novel revolves around a father and son, Tomas and Peter, itinerant woodcutters who have settled in a small village called Chust in a Central European setting. In the vicinity of Romania. Or Transylvania.
Sedgwick, for me, captured two things effectively in this novel: the brooding presence of Mother Forest in which humanity is trying to carve out its niche; and the ritualised superstitions the villagers used to protect themselves from the oncoming winter. The tar daubed on houses. Hawthorn briars thrown into graves. The wedding of the dead. The haunting song of the dead, The Miorita. This is a community to which fear clung closely: the practical fear of a hard winter; the suspicious fear of strangers; the superstitious fear of the dead rising.
Because this is, at heart, a vampire tale - and that may well have been one reason why I had allowed it to slip down my to-be-read pile. Young Adult. Vampire. The fear of reliving the torture that was reading Twilight may have allowed other books to overshadow this one.
But, I could not have been more wrong! Sedgwick's undead "hostages" are as far removed from Edward Cullen - or indeed Stoker's Dracula - as you could want. He does not dwell too long on the descriptions of the undead but they are bloated corpses, twisted by jealousy and malevolence towards the living, more reminiscent of zombies than either the urbane Dracula or the glittery Cullens.
There are some confusions, I felt, in the depiction of the vampires. Characters told us that they returned to their homes after death, leaving their wives pale and weak - nodding the Lucy Westenra; or cunning enough to pretend to be another person. Yet there was a bestiality to them when we saw them and a bloodlust which seemed just a little jarring.
This may be the result of Sedgwick's deliberate attempt to create a vampire tale consistent with its earliest roots. He has clearly done his research and helpfully includes an Author's Note listing all the names they are known by: krvoijac, vukodlak, wilkolak, varcolac, vurvolak, liderc nadaly, liougat, kulkutha, moroii, strigoii, murony, streghoi, vrykolakoi, upir, dschuma, velku dlaka, nachzehrer, zaloznye, nosferatu. I knew some of these already - and can see potential derivations of The Brucolac, the vampire lord from China Miéville's The Scar - and nearly broke autocorrect copying them out! I do wonder whether the effort to reconcile such divergent original stories explains for some of the slight contradictions.
There is a presence in the novel of the Shadow Queen who, even within the universe of the novel, occupies a space between myth and superstition. This novel's sequel, The Kiss Of Death, picks up on Peter's quest to find her. There's certainly enough here to make me keep an eye out for that one, although, set in Venice, away from the primitive world of Mother Forest, it would have a very different tone.
librariandest's review against another edition
2.0
A pretty scary book, if you find zombies frightening. Zombies? Didn't I put this book on my Vampires shelf? Good catch, friend. The thing is, though this book is technically about vampires (or, really, the beginnings of the vampire mythology), said vampires act more like zombies. They don't talk much, or think much, or seduce anybody with their preternatural good looks. They crawl out of their graves all bloated and gross and kill a lot of people.
So if you're into the typical vampire fare, this probably isn't going to do it for you. This is more the book for someone who wants to be spooked.
So if you're into the typical vampire fare, this probably isn't going to do it for you. This is more the book for someone who wants to be spooked.
librarianmorgan's review against another edition
2.0
I really like Marcus Sedgwick books, and this one certainly lived up to my expectations. It's not my favorite, but it's really clever. I love how he used the original tales of vampires as his vampires, instead of the more modern ones.