I'm halfway through Jaran and maybe thirty pages into Cold Magic right now*, and I think I've pinned down why Elliott's Crown of Stars manages to be so wrenching. It's because Elliott's base narrative, the one that comes to her organically, is one in which people respect each other, enemies treat each other fairly, most people are pretty okay, and pretty okay is probably good enough to keep the world sane. There are situations in Jaran which, in almost any other book, would be a source of constant tension between the protagonists, but Elliott sails past them or cuts them out, because the story she wants to tell there is about people who can get along and apologize when they hurt each other's feelings.

A lot of the conflicts in Crown of Stars are very basic fantasy-novel things - unsuitable heir to the throne, star-crossed romance, evil wizard enslaves a girl. There are writers who deal with this stuff very neatly, like laying cookies in a pan. For Elliott, though, it's viscerally wrong - people who love each other are hurting each other! They're acting stupid! I think she doesn't like it, and that comes through. It's unusually humane.


* Reading five books at a time is healthy. It means I'm... flexible.
These books are part of a seven-book series called Crown of Stars. This series is very good, and very smart, but it's also very hard to read.

To prevent exhaustion due to sustained levels of gloom, I've found it necessary to stop regularly to read manga involving busybody matchmaking princesses. I mean, I like basically all the characters, and one of my favorites just died, and a bunch of the others have severe PTSD, and I am confident that half of them will be dead by the end of the series. While the unbelievably horrible guy is looking to be one of those unbelievably horrible guys who never goes away.

It's easier to describe the protagonists than the plot, which is extremely complicated. Liath is a young woman who, when her deeply-indebted father is killed by some mysterious force that comes in the night, is sold into slavery to Hugh, a priest who covets a strange book of her father's. Liath, brilliant and highly-educated, is determined to be the one who deciphers the book. Alain is a deeply innocent young man who, promised to the Church, sees an apparition of a Saint or Goddess called the Lady of Battles, who asks him to serve her on the battlefield. The monastery to which he has been sent is destroyed by the Eika, non-human invaders made partly of stone and metal, freeing him to do so.

Fifth Son is an unusually small and weak Eika imprisoned by humans, whom Alain befriends, attempts to convert, and frees when he learns he will be killed. Fifth Son, the scorned child of the most powerful Eika chieftan, considers Alain a friend, but if conquering humanity is what it takes for him to gain power, then that is just what he intends to do. His mirror in the human world, Sanglant, is the half-Elven bastard son of King Henry, whom the King loves more than either of his legitimate daughters wants to make his heir. Sanglant, however, does not want the throne. What he wants is Liath.

I'm calling these people the protagonists because their POV sections tend to be the ones that advance the plot the most - there are a half-dozen others who could be nominated for the position. (Though Liath and Alain are fairly solid, both being The Chosen One in one way or another.) Though there are characters who are fairly straightforwardly evil, much of the conflict is driven by people like King Henry and his oldest daughter Sapientia, who are not really bad, but who make decisions that hurt people out of ignorance, bigotry, or pain, unable to see the damage they're doing. There's constantly a sense that the problem is not the person, but the role that they've been put in - that the people who are causing so much suffering could be doing good, if they weren't in a position designed to bring out the worst in them.

And that's what makes this series so hard to read. Everyone ends up in exactly the situation designed to bring out the worst in them. Lois McMaster Bujold says that she likes to think of the worst possible thing to do to a character, and then do it. But you know what? The woman lies. She cannot even touch Kate Elliott.

Elliott's prose style reminds me a lot of Teresa Edgerton, in that they both have a very matter-of-fact way of dealing with primitive societies. For instance, they're both pretty well aware of how absolutely horrific medicine was in the eras they write about - and this shows through in the way they arrange things - but their characters have no idea how poor their understanding of science is, and never act otherwise. Nobody here is metagaming.

Edgerton, however, in many ways is not really a feminist writer. Like, she does not think that women should be in positions of political power, unless maybe they have husbands in positions of greater power. And then only if they promise to be really good. Her attitude about rape seems to be that it is very bad, when it happens to virgins, who are saving themselves for their wedding night.

Elliott is a little different. She's never explicitly didactic, but it's notable that, in a series with no shortage of actual monsters, the sequences with most visceral sense of horror are the ones dealing with sexual violence. There are several scenes in which Liath is insulted for not being submissive enough to her owner, and Liath can't come up with any objection to what's being said to her - the world she lives in doesn't have the words she needs. Though Liath herself doesn't know how to fight back, these scenes dense with outrage.

Liath's narrative is completely immersed in her own sense of right and wrong, and she has never been taught that what's happening to her is wrong. In this way, her relationship with Hugh could be any abusive relationship. Fantasy, sci-fi, and historical novels often depict unkind societies purely for cathartic purposes - there is something soothing in reviling the cruelty of a culture that is not one's own. (One could argue that Anne McCaffrey made a career of it! Well, that and soulbonded dragon sex.) But that's not what Elliott's doing here. She did not write this thinking in the back of her mind, "It's a good thing that doesn't happen here."

Aug. 28th, 2010 11:11 pm
I mentioned before that I've been using Remembering the Kanji, a mnemonic-device based method of learning kanji. (I was lazy and didn't do it every day for a couple months, but I'm being good now! I hit the 3/4 point yesterday.) RtK's technique is pretty straightforward: the book provides names for each of the primitive elements of the kanji - names not always related to the primitive's original meaning! - and a mnemonic device connecting the elements with each other and the meaning of the kanji.

For instance, 曹, meaning "cadet," contains the primitives 日, 曲, and 一, meaning (for the purposes of the book) sun, bend, and one. You can remember that by thinking of Darkover character Regis Hastur, a cadet in the Comyn Guard, letting his mind get bent while by staring into one tiny sun, his matrix! You should never stare directly into your matrix, Regis Hastur!

(Uh, except that that is not an idea that the book provided, that one's mine.)

Because "cadet" is itself an element in several other kanji, like encounter (遭), vat (槽) and rowing (漕), I now associate a wide variety of things with Regis Hastur. I have also crafted a small set of Excel Saga-related mnemonics. ("excel" = 秀) For those curious, Excel is holding up a fistful (乃) of wheat (for which there's no unicode character, sorry), because this episode she's been transplanted into Yakitate!! Japan, and is trying to get into the spirit of the whole "bread" thing.

When you make up enough of these devices, you end up creating whole geographies of associations. There's a chapter devoted to kanji using the primitive Heisig refers to as "pinnacle" (⻖). I'd been reading Clockwork Heart when I got to this chapter, so it was convenient to start placing all the other elements in those kanji on the pinnacle of the mountain city in the book. According to my internal atlas, the city of Ondinium now has regiments of armored boars ("regiment" = 隊) who, lacking thumbs, sometimes crash skylift cars into the ground ("crash" = 墜), like in the book. The "boar" primitive doesn't show up in "camp" - 陣 - but since "pinnacle" does, and since I've decided that there are those armored boar regiments up there, I can safely assume that they are the ones who've left these humvees ("car" = 車) around their empty campsite.

From this sort of thing, I assume, comes the Memory Palace/method of loci idea, wherein you build a place in your head and anchor data you need to remember to certain locations and objects within it. When you're trying to remember something, you walk yourself through it to the information you need, in the same way that I have to kind of get past the idea of the regiment of armored boars in order to reach the idea of their boarless-but-humvee-infested campsite. Fortunately, I used to play World of Warcraft, and so am accustomed to getting past armored boars.

So the idea sounds cutesy, but it does work in some circumstances. Sometimes, though, the sci-fi and fantasy authors get hold of it! More because it is poetically useful than because they want to describe its psychological underpinnings.

Books I've read in which the concept shows up include Kate Elliott's Crown of Stars series and John Crowley's Little, Big, in which wizards have memory palaces, and Chris Moriarty's Spin State, in which an AI has one. In all of these examples, as one might expect, walking through the memory palace means more than just remembering stuff.

In Crown of Stars, Liath does it to comfort herself and detach herself from reality while undergoing terrible things, and in Little, Big, Hawksquill uses landmarks made from things she knows to get to things she doesn't know. In both of these cases, it represents a kind of trance state, in which the characters are able to do things they ordinarily couldn't. In Spin State, when the heroine ends up in the AI Cohen's memory palace, it acts as a metaphor for intimacy and revelation. The way the palace is described in the fantasy books is similar to the way that people often describe lucid dreaming, while in the sci-fi book, it's more like the Holodeck. In all three it's treated as a physical location with sensory value, malleable only within limits.

As a reality check, this isn't very accurate - I sadly do not go into Darkover-related lucid dreams while doing my flashcards - except for the part where it's not easy to change things! It's hard to change your mnemonics after the fact if you find you've formed them poorly. Like, if I've incorporated an image of an enraged ballerina into the mnemonic for the kanji for "pastry," and later on get to an actual primitive that Heisig decides to dub "enraged ballerina," I will be forever trying to wrongly impose Heisig's enraged ballerina onto that poor pastry. The pastry will be totally defenseless against the ballerina. My only choice will be to visualize two separate and visually distinct enraged ballerinas, one of whom exists only in pastry-related contexts. Maybe that one can be Fakir.

(This isn't a real example, so please do not go looking for this excellent primitive.)

The other issue with these conceptions is that they treat the memory palace as a kind of structure into which one organizes one's entire memory - like, the names of people in your Japanese class, and the history of the Axumite Empire, and where you put all your hats. You just walk to a different area to get to the different conceptual space. I don't think anyone really does that, except maybe as kind of an aesthetic thing, because you don't really need to "walk" anywhere to know that you want kanji rather than digits of pi - they're entirely different types of information. "Oh, and over there past the French verb conjugation statuary garden, engulfed in eternal darkness, is Kinkakuji, which contains Pokemon 1-251. 252 on up are in a bleak, crumbling tower in the center of the ancient cedar grove representing the quadratic equation. Ironically, I cannot for the life of me remember why!" But I guess it is cooler to have it all in one place, because then it can represent the soul and suchlike.

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