I Am Number Four – Pittacus Lore

August 15, 2010

Did you like the tv series Roswell?  Then I Am Number Four should be right up your alley.  Four is definitely aimed at the teen crowd, featuring teens as the lead characters, lots of super-powered action, and a fair bit of young love.  It is supposedly authored by Pittacus Lore, who is actually a character in the book.  (Neat shtick, I’ll be interested to see how it plays out in the long run.)

Four starts with a teenage boy and a man in a hut in the jungle.  The man is killed, the boy runs for his life, but he doesn’t make it far.  We then cut to another teenage boy at a pool party in Florida, who suddenly has a burning pain around his ankle as a charm warns him that another of his kind has been killed.  This is our introduction to Number Four, who we come to know as John, an alien refugee whose race was nearly exterminated by a terrible enemy race.  His race, the Lorien, is divided into to castes that worked together – the Garde, who have special abilities, the Cepan who help and teach the Garde, and run the government of the planet.  Nine Garde children escaped on a ship to Earth, each with an adult Cepan to protect them and teach them until their abilities or legacies manifest when they are teens.  It appears they are the only Loriens left.  We follow John and his guardian, Henri, as they continue to run and hide, waiting for John’s legacies (read superpowers) to develop and preparing for the day when they will fight to reclaim their planet.

As his powers develop, John begins training to fight the enemy – the Mogadorians.  He also manages to fall in love with a human girl and become best friends with a schoolmate who believes his father was abducted by aliens.  Henri remains vigilant, always watching for signs the Mogadorians may have found them, even as John begins to resist the idea of running again.  News comes from an unusual source – John’s alien obsessed best friend has a newsletter that has an article about Mogadorians planning to invade Earth.  When Henri goes to check it out, the Mogadorians pick up their trail and they and their human friends have to fight for their lives against a horde of alien monsters.  That fight by sucking the life out of everything around them – their weapons are literally powered by the life force of surrounding trees and plants.

The plot is a bit far-fetched, a lot more fantasy than science fiction, but it is fast paced and easy to read.  There is enough allegory to support a deeper read if you work for it (the Mogadorians attacked the Lorien to steal their resources because they poisoned their own planet but still refused to give up their lifestyle and develop different technologies – their planet died despite the influx of materials from the conquered planet) and there are some touching moments between fight scenes.  There is also a good hook to lead you into the next book – it is obviously a series.


Ray Bradbury – From the Dust Returned

December 16, 2008

Well.  Having previously only read The Martian Chronicles by Bradbury, I was expecting a science fiction work.  A perhaps fantastical one, but sci fi none the less.  That is not what I got.  From the Dust Returned could be loosely categorized as fantasy, I suppose, but even that doesn’t really fit.  The book is bizarre.  The first third of it is incomprehensible (beautifully written metaphor abounds, but without nothing to hang on, all those metaphors don’t make sense).  The later part of the book does finally start to resemble something of a story, with a plot and an ending, but it is still extremely strange.

The book is about the Family, who are some sort of supernatural beings, maybe vampires, maybe not.  Maybe they are all sorts of supernatural beings that claim each other as family just on the basis of them all being supernatural.  No way to tell.  The beginning of the book is a series of descriptive scenes, for lack of a better term, that have common ground in the fact that they all involve members of the Family, and the House.  Somewhere to the middle of the book, there develops a mild sort of plot about the current age of reason and doubt weakening the Family with accumulated disbelief.

I would not normally review a book like this, since I decided to stick with actual science fiction, but  I want to give warning to new readers who may not be familiar with Bradbury:  THERE IS NO SCIENCE IN THIS BOOK!  If you want a quirky read, sort fantasy, sort of horror, very confusing and nonsensical, then go for it.  If you are looking for scifi, stick with The Martian Chronicles.

Oh, and based on the excerpts of some of Bradbury’s other works in the back of this book (purportedly some of his best), I would say most of his stories are not sci fi by my definition.  Oh well, I’ll read them anyway.  He is great writer.